I do apologize for writing in such confusion, I started to write about my journey then suddenly writing about endings as well as love and activism Mama Mia I truly apologize.
Thus far I have only written about my first 12 days in Italy, many things happens to me normally which are absolutely abnormal, if I can describe my life, well I will say that it is absolutely enchanting.
I do believe it is my mind though, I have this automatic function in my brain that only sees things in a magical way. I choose to see only light, love and happiness, I focus only on good then I don't notice bad things. If it is bad, I don't want to know it or pay attention to it. Also if something bad happens, well I cannot be sad or angry for too long at all because my imagination is too big, if I am sad then suddenly I would imagine a statue coming to life and dancing shaking it's butt cheeks at me then I laugh out load. Mama Mia, you should see me in the City Center of Milan, there are too many statues, I walk around laughing, smiling and giggling all day long, its amazing.
If I am crazy I'm seriously the happiest crazy person on the planet as well as the most joyful. I love being happy. I choose it.
On my birthday I spoke about the taxi man that took me for a drink, his name is Stefano, he laughed at me all the time, so he called me and asked if I wanted to meet, I agreed to meet him at D Angeli so Stefano and I had something to eat. He ordered the food because I did not understand the menu. Mama mia, he ordered an overdose of fish, shellfish.
When I am in any other restaurant or with anybody else in Milan, crazy things happens around me.
I took my lemon to press it over the fish, giggle, the lemon juice shot right into my eye and over the table cloth hehehehehe mama mia, knives and forks kept on falling off the table I almost tripped and fell again and I giggled all the time, the people in the restaurant were all too serious.
The fish was lovely.
I did wonder about the pigeons at the Duomo while Stefano and myself were eating dinner.
My mind drifted then to Noah my lost pigeon in South Africa, Noah flew in one day into the house and never wanted to leave me alone after that so I called him Noah. I do think Noah followed me to Milan, I do hope so, if he did he has a new family with all the other pigeons by the Duomo ohh I'm so happy for him.
Afterwards Stefano asked me if I wanted to see his house so I agreed, it was pretty then he asked me if he can teach me the tango, that was absolutely brilliant. What I love about the tango is the fact that the man is in full control all the time, it is also a very passionate dance, mamma mia it is like having sex on the dance floor really intense sex with a lot of emotion.
After my tango lesson I got the impression that this man liked me too much more than what I liked him, I cannot be intimate with someone if I do not have feelings for that person because I only do things with passion, I cannot be false or pretend, If I cannot do things properly with my whole heart and soul with extreme passion I choose not to do it at all. Stefano was a friend, not one feeling extra. I felt a bit bad because I do not like to see people disappointed, I knew then that I must end my friendship with him because it will be cruel to spend time with a person and giving them false hope.
I could not see myself taking Stefano to Ronchi's ever, no no.
I do hope that he is blessed with true love and happiness.
To be continued....
Ronchi78
