Study Abroad Newsletter
Leaving Florence
Author: Erin Wellman
Posted: 18-Jun-08
Posted: 18-Jun-08
Leaving Florence
Five a.m. is the samewhether you speak Italian, or not.Waiting for a taxi, I wish I could relive my last weekend, the rented boat in Capri.That dinky boat!Waves from cruise ships were ramps we were a skateboard on a freewaybut the taxi driver won’t hear, not from me.At five a.m. my orange luggagelooks more like a pygmy hippo.And the empty street could be,for all practical purposes, a runway.And the spot lights along it reveal nothing but a row of nestled motorbikes. Five a.m. is a ghost town.It is Pompeii, the sky is ash and pin-points of white.I sit in silence after chaos,a silence absent of color and the fading cathedral,of syncopated song in the piazza, and of expensive women with leather shoes,They’re wrapped in hardened rockand packed away.
There is nothing sadderthan a botched goodbye,and I am alone, a survivor after Pompeiion a curb before sunrise.Don’t rush! Golden colossus,tell the driver I can wait..
Erin Wellman studies Mathematics Education and took part in the Purdue in Florence program.
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