For the love of slow under the Italian sun
Where in the world is it legitimate to kiss a stranger, drink wine at lunch and ride on the water even during a lightning storm?
If you guessed Italy, you’re right.
If you have spent any time in Italy at all, you will know why it is the birthplace of the Slow movement. It’s not that Italians are, per se, turtle-like. In fact, they are quite efficient (even their trains are on time!). But what informs their unique power of slow is the way they embrace life itself.
“You want to stay all day? Okay! You want to leave, okay, too!” the resort manager exclaimed in June when we found ourselves not wanting to depart after having enjoyed a week of Italian sun. He ended up giving us a free night (and a bigger place at the week’s beginning). When we spent another two weeks there in August, we started to think maybe he was giving us the special treatment.
One day, he stopped by on his bike and smiled.
“I have an idea.”
I winked at him over my glass of Chianti and said, “I like your idea already.”
He told us of a friend who has a sailboat. He’d take us out for a four-hour sail around the harbor of Trieste, “if we felt like it.”
Boy did we ever! Despite the two-foot jelly fish that rolled around the harbor waters, we managed to get on and off the ten-meter sailboat without trouble. It was a perfect, windless day so the sailing part was definitely sloooow. We topped off the evening with a sunset dinner at a nearby restaurant whose salmon made me weep. It was that good!
The last day was a tad cloudy so I headed to Venice while the kids and my husband stayed at the resort for a final day of frolicking. There I learned the water taxis are as punctual as the trains. As we skippered along the ocean to the island of Lido where the Venice Film Festival is being held, I pretended to ignore the lightning flashing behind my new friend’s head. He distracted me with his recounting his latest film in which he plays a priest murderer. I couldn’t help but notice there was a priest sitting in the boat so I felt a blend of relief and fear that my actor friend may have had ideas!
The next day, we unwillingly left our beloved Italian resort on the island of Grado and returned to Germany. We couldn’t help but notice the different pace of life immediately.
It’s good to be home with Italian memories in our suitcase, waiting for the next time to unpack the joy of slow under the Adriatic sun.
lemondedemina
September 6, 2010 at 7:05 pmOne place to try for slow life is Barbados. You really notice the difference when you come back to Europe. We spent two weeks there and it was amazing, so relaxing! Sounds like you had a great time, and a nice blog too! 🙂
powerofslow
September 6, 2010 at 7:08 pmSounds heavenly! I think any place that embraces the power of slow is a healing place. Glad to know you had a good time as well!