NOTE: This post is another edition in the continuing dialog between the two faces of rilla. The identity crisis is explained (if such a thing is possible) in the first post. Click here to read: 1 — Introduction
Rilla: Think I’m going to fly.
Have me a little Tuscan holidayeeeee. Yeah!!
rilla: What’s that? Italy? Today? You could have given me some warning. Time to pack?
Rilla: Erm…it’s just a song. You know. I’m not going today. Not really. I mean…I…
rilla: Oh no. Not again. You’ve already been. Haven’t you? Haven’t you? You went without me.
Rilla: Well…now that you say so.
rilla: Why didn’t I know? You didn’t give me a chance. It’s not fair. It’s just not fair.
Rilla: I tried. You were busy. You know. You were working on that darn manuscript of yours and when you get involved, why, I can’t even make you look up, let alone hop on a plane to Italy.
rilla: Huh. If you’d shown me what I was missing…I’d have taken a break.
Rilla: Shown you? What do you think I’m doing?
rilla: After the fact…what good’s that anyway?
Rilla: You mean you wanted me to show you the pictures I took before I took them?
rilla: Well. Well, yes. Why not?
Rilla: Hey! Look! Isn’t that the cat walking all over your keyboard again?
rilla: Where? Oh no. Sha-do! Sha-do………..
Rilla: Whew! Oh, joy! She’s gone…
Now. Where was I?
Oh, yes. Italy.
Stopped off in Firenze where they have a little dome…
made it easier to roam.
Peeked in at all the windows lighted,
The styles, so ooh la la,
and that rainbow shoe…how much?
…checked out the food instead!
So, so much to see,
no time to sleep at night.
Great masters at every corner,
in the Bargello,
Celini and Fellini…
…even street-art’s a delight.
All that viewing takes its toll,
Time for another gelato,
cheese by the round,
and nougat by the pound…or a tenth of a kilo,
Then, back for Michelangelo,
so sad his pieta,
and heavenly mosaics that tell,
of a ghastly, gruesome hell.
Detail of a mosaic of the devil eating sinners in hell inside the ceiling of the Florence baptistery.
rilla: So. Taken care of the cat. What did I miss?
Rilla: Oh, nothing, nothing.
rilla: What’s this?
Rilla: Just a painting from the inside of the Florence Dome where we climbed up into it and stood right below the frescoes. It was awesome…
rilla: You know what it reminds me of?
rilla: That’s what your pathetic attempt at rhyming does to my head. AND, what will happen to you, if you leave me at home next time you go wandering around the world.
Rilla: Humph! That’s what it’s like when she tags along. And when she’s not there…nothing but paradise!