A search for Meaning

Stories have meaning,220px-Almeida_Júnior_-_Moça_com_Livro those we experience and those we create years later when our perception or memory of the episode has changed a bit and so is the understanding of ourselves.

What was once associated with some pain, has now become cause for laughter and amusement, a comic release of past disappointments or embarrassing moments. This moments are beneficial and a sign we no longer attribute to the experience a negative feeling rather find meaning in how we perceive it in this moment.

A honey moon in Italy where the groom invites the mother to come along!!? and the naive bride who in the most practical response possible agrees, after all the mother in law had come all the way from the US for the wedding…the least we could do is bring her with us as we  travel around Italy sightseeing. Aside from the fact a Fiat convertible is not the best car to drive for 3 people since the back seat is made for very short people, it is also too cramped to extend your legs. We decided to take turns seating in back and driving, so mom could sit in the front and be comfortable.

The trip from Rome to Venice seemed longer than expected under those conditions. We survived the trip yet another fateful coincidence was expecting us. Venice is the most romantic city of all where even the gondolier sings love songs and everyone there seem to be on a honeymoon hugging and kissing in public

.Apparently our arrival coincided with a large conference and therefore there were no rooms at the Inns. Finally we found one room in town as the night approached, and the hotel manager made a suggestion to place a small bed at the foot of the matrimonial bed. By this time we were hungry tired and ready to give up on having privacy.That night we were as cozy as one could get under the circumstances and slept well enough.

I reflect on that moment and can only assume my thoughts, I think I was too tired to care. And then we took mom to Oktoberfest where the groom mostly slept in the bathtub at the end of the evening. I almost turned the water on him few times but resisted the temptation for fear of retaliation.

One thing for sure, I was beginning to have the distinct feeling this marriage was not going to last.


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