I recently read some of 'Eat Pray Love', which is a true story and soon to be a major motion picture. It's a beautifully written book with a wry, comedic view on her year of travel to Italy (eat), India (pray) and Indonesia (love). Her views on religion have the ring of truth to it: that in every religion there is the presence of god, whether called Allah, Yawe or Jesus, and that divine presence is also housed within ourselves. Any who know me also know that I am a devout catholic, but this book is enlightening no matter what your religion.
Anyway, in Italy, I read something that made me feel better about my uneventful summer. She pointed out how Italians have the knack of enjoying doing absolutely nothing, while Americans make it a point of bustling around to feel complete (this is a generalization, but rather accurate none the less). Suddenly, enjoying that double fudge ice cream is doing something. Enjoying the feel of the bed sheets as I wake up from a long sleep is doing something. I don't think she meant that Italians are lazy, but more that they enjoy the small things. And the small things are often just as important as that packed weekend.
Update: Ballet class is over this friday! Yay!! Went to the movies last saturday, which was slightly uncomfortable. We watched Charlie St. Cloud, and while I agree that he's very nice looking, the movie was too dramatic. Give me explosions and car chases anyday. My bestie might not go to Hialeah High. So sad.
Enjoy doing nothing!!
Love,
Vikki
