Sometime back I had read an American woman named Michelle's blog about her travels to Italy. I saved the link of the blog, but forgot to save the address to the pointer of the link in my brain.In other words, I have lost the link.I had saved it because I wanted to share one of her posts with you all.As that intention of mine has gone down the drain, I have decided to recreate that post from my memory.Please bear in mind that only the words are mine ,the idea is not.
Michelle , if you are reading this , please consider that this is not a rip off of your post but an homage to the contrary.Also, please share the link of your blog with me. I more than love your posts.
Che` Bella Donna !! starts here ...... (the title is my idea and is Italian for:- That attractive Woman !!)
Italian women are beautiful and on top of that, they wear body hugging clothes with plunging necklines and narrow waistlines.Their silhouettes glow in the scorching Italian heat as the material of the clothing hugs their skin so tightly that when an Italian woman walks , her body swivels as the naked body would swivel , which is pretty much the idea.They have long cascading dark hair which beautifully contrast their fair and flawless skin.Strolling in the streets of Rome one day I saw one such angel.She was wearing a sexy black dress with the neckline so low that it could barely keep her breasts.She was very tall and the dress was trying to touch her knees.Her gold stilettos matched perfectly with the danglers in her ears.Her shiny black mascara highlighted her big brown eyes which sparkled in the afternoon Italian sun.She was walking in leisure in the crowded streets of Rome and there was not a single eye which wasn't fixated on her.
I have been told many a times that I am a woman of above average looks.I have noticed myself that when I walk down the streets a few heads do turn.But that day , no one even looked my way, all eyes were on that magnificent angel who appeared to have descended from a forbidden land.
She continued to pace forward not looking at anyone and quite lost in herself.I looked at her and thought,"Huh ! What an attitude!" and started walking in the opposite direction. Suddenly I changed my mind and decided to walk up to her to complement her on her beauty.I went close to her and spoke in broken Italian.She stared back at me with a perplexed expression on her face. I told her again and this time she realized that I was serious. She smiled and said ,"Grazie Mille " (Thank you very much) and continued walking.
I noticed from a distance that she was still smiling to herself.It was then that it struck me , she was not aware of the eyes that were on her in the street.She was so comfortable with herself that everything else around her was almost non-existential.
This is what makes Italian women so beautiful.Being an Italian woman is about being beautiful and not caring what anyone else is thinking about you.I wish I some day muster up the courage to wear a sexy beautiful dress, it may not be quite like the one that woman was wearing in the busy Italian market of Rome,but at least I wish that I will be able to flaunt it with the same attitude with which she flaunted it.
I have been in Italy for quite a while now and people always ask me what am I doing in Rome?
Well , I am working on that attitude!
