Il Romanticismo della Mattina


Here I am… Still in bed. But it’s only 7:13 a.m. I am, however, thinking about pouncing on top of my friend, who is asleep in the other room, just to scare the crap out of her. 🙂  I’ve been awake since 4 a.m. – I guess I drank a little too much wine before bed! But okay, aside from my stupid rambling I really am writing this post because I wanted to express my fascination with the sounds I have been hearing since about 4:30 a.m. It’s so beautiful.

I’ve been hearing different birds (no idea which kinds), crickets, owls, and an occasional rooster. When the sun began to rise around 5 ish, the sky began to change from bluish-black to a dark purple-blue, and I started to hear more roosters. I ran outside to snap photos of my first sunrise in Italy, and I was greeted with multiple rooster calls. Promptly at 5:30 a.m. I could hear chapel bells in the distance. I think it’s so cool, because I normally don’t hear these nature sounds in Indiana.

Even now, I am resting in my bed, feeling quite guilt free, because there is such a thing called il dolce far niente (thank you Elizabeth Gilbert for your soul – inspiring journey and book). Plus, I am taking the time to enjoy what Italy has to offer in this exact moment – a beautiful warm breeze, a remarkable view from my patio doors, and music from Mother Earth.


(P.S. Dear Google, I hope your translator is correct… My Spanish language keeps making me think romanticismo needs to end with an -a)

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