A poem about Bologna

 

“There was something unique about old Bologna
The red one, the learned one, the fat one
Whatever adjective you choose
As a tourist is hard to see Bologna
To look to the streets and see past the melancholic beauty of the ages
The deep history, the monuments
Even to look past the very map I held while I visited Bologna

As a tourist I could only be grateful
It welcomed me like I was no stranger
Served me her best food, showed me her stories and secrets
Even sometimes ….even if for a brief moment , I was no longer a tourist

As a tourist I look at Bologna as a gem
People might put it in 4th or 5th place in a map of wishes
But I was immediately attracted to her
Tall medieval structures raised my eyes to their impossibility
Streets filled with joy and pride,
Restaurants with delicacies I would eat with my vision

A graceful word in italian and people would just speak back
Embarrassed I tried to explain my condition
As a portuguese tourist with just basic knowledge of italian
Amazed by bologna
Wishing to stay , to be there, maybe forever or a long time
No longer as a tourist, looking at the watch
At the camera
At the map
No longer passing by
Just crossing everyday in the impossibility
Of not being a tourist”

Soon Toledo and Bucharest

Soon I will be heading east. Don’t ask me why but I had some free days and Ryanair had some cool discounts .

I have never been to Romenia , so I am  actually quite curious about Bucharest.

Toledo is another destination , during my Pitt stop in Madrid. A direct AVE connection from Atocha , just 30 min away, and a rich history with amazing monuments makes this city a obligatory visit.