La Dolce Vita
18/05/2009
After a night of blissful sleep, photography enthusiasts that we were, woke up at around 6am, hoping to photograph the Trevi Fountain before the entire world caught on.
The fountain was surprisingly very serene that early in the morning. The crazy mobs the night before had retreated back into their respective enclaves. Rome, once again was in its peaceful, somnolent state, exactly how I remembered her the first time I set foot on her soils.
The entire fountain was spectacularly illuminated; the marriage between light and shade against the age old marble and the tumultuous spring of water flowing into the bright turquoise basin below evoked a certain mystique and surrealism. The Oceanus centrepiece looked even more imposing than the day before.
Leo took longer than expected, so I happily skipped back to his corner to show him the wonderful snaps and what he had been missing.
This, was what I returned to:
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He knelt down with one knee on the cobblestones, and whipped out the most brilliant looking thing tucked snugly in a brown, unassuming box.
With his gaze firmly fixed against mine, he uttered,
“Babes, I love you. You are my soul mate. We have been through thick and thin, I want nothing but to spend the rest of my life with you. Since we are already in the Eternal City, will you… marry me?”
I must confess. Being one who has always been allergic to the idea of marriage, my knee jerked answer was less than your conventional, ecstatic, teary eyed bride-to-be response. In fact, it was downright brash, curt, and dare I say it, unromantic.
However.
On that very day, the 3rd day of November, I decided to take that leap of faith. After all, isn’t that what it’s all about? Taking chances, in life and in love?
And just like that, on the ancient grounds of the Eternal City, in front of the Trevi Fountain and under the calm, watchful eyes of the god of all oceans, we sealed our love, and I said, “Yes”.
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