{"id":2328,"date":"2020-04-27T18:31:08","date_gmt":"2020-04-27T16:31:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.culturediscovery.com\/blog\/?p=2328"},"modified":"2025-03-26T23:15:35","modified_gmt":"2025-03-26T21:15:35","slug":"my-life-in-italy-part-9-an-italian-love-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.culturediscovery.com\/blog\/personal\/my-life-in-italy-part-9-an-italian-love-story\/","title":{"rendered":"My Life in Italy, Part 9: \u201cAn Italian Love Story\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"Reading Time: <\/span> 4<\/span> minutes<\/span><\/span>\n
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If you are just jumping in here, please<\/strong> start with Part 1<\/a>, otherwise, this will just make no sense at all! I mean, seriously… You can’t just jump into part 9 of a series, right?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

September 19, 1984<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m a month and a half into my 2nd trip to Italy in 1984. I have made some amazing friends, experienced a culture that caused me to feel more at home than, well… home. And now, this girl that I had been friends with suddenly became more<\/strong> than a friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We had just been dining at a friend’s house and found ourselves kissing passionately, but now the evening is over and I am back at Umberto’s villa. Alone. In bed. In the dark. Mind racing. Big Rocco’s words echo “What a shit!?!?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I really need to get home in a few days and start a life, right? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

How would I even have a relationship with a girl that lives 8,000 miles away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don’t want a quick fling. Not with her. She is different<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She’s got to be thinking the same thing. It was the wine. Tomorrow we will see each other and back-peddle what just happened, of course.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I really, really like her. I can see this as being something real<\/strong>, but how?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well, nobody has ever accused me of giving up on anything as impossible, so I am in and we will figure this out. But surely she will realize how insane this would be. I’ll see her in town, we’ll talk, and she will surely be the voice of reason. You know, I am expecting “Hey…. about last night… ummm…”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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