La Piazza

By definition, la piazza is basically the town square. However, there is nothing basic about it. The piazza is the life force of a town. It is its centerpiece, its rhythm....il ritmo. The beauty of the piazza is something that could be set to music, and in fact, when I’m sitting in la piazza, watching both locals and stranieri (tourists) go by, I often find the right tune on my ipod to compliment the moment. There is almost always a pleasant surprise waiting for you in la piazza. See what I stumbled upon in Piazza del Carmine, Firenze in the video below. 

But first, I decided to ask a few dear friends, both Italian & American, to share their feelings about the piazza, so that you wouldn’t have to just take my word for it. Their sentiments capture the beauty of the piazza and I am incredibly grateful to them for taking the time to write. Grazie mille! 

Here’s what they had to say: 

Vincenzo Esposito talks about one of my favorite piazzas in Firenze:

Piazza della Signoria oggi....La piazza e' il luogo di incontro, di spaccio, di divertimento, dove si puo'giocare a calcio da piccoli, dove si ascoltano i concerti da grandi. Dove i ricordi rimangono per sempre e ogni volta che le attraversiamo ritroviamo un po' di noi stessi! Buon Anno!

Piazza della Signoria....Today the square is the place to meet, shop, have fun, where you can play soccer as a child, where you can listen to great concerts as an adult. It is where memories live forever, and every time we cross the square we rediscover a little piece of ourselves! Happy New Year!

Photo credit: Enzo Esposito: Piazza della Signoria, Firenze

Photo credit: Enzo Esposito: Piazza della Signoria, Firenze

Cassandra Santoro from Travel Italian Style 

Italians are always talking about la dolce vita & la dolce farniente lifestyle but where does it all come from anyway? This was always my question when I first started to travel Italy over 10 years ago. Then suddenly when I took my first step into the local piazza the answer came to me rather quickly.

The piazza is the town’s pride, the gathering spot, the market location, the place to enjoy a passiaggata or gelato during your free time—this is the heart of any Italian city! This is the place where they gather together to celebrate the pride they have for their village and culture.

All the secrets can be found in this main square and you too can be a part of it, even just by enjoying a few moments in a local cafe where you can sit and watch it all come to life. Italians just do it best and they do it even better in the piazza. 

Photo credit: Cassandra Santoro - Festival in the Village of San Vito dei Normanni in Puglia

Photo credit: Cassandra Santoro - Festival in the Village of San Vito dei Normanni in Puglia

Nicholas Coleman from Grove and Vine

Most small Italian villages have a piazza, which is the centerpiece of the community.  Antique fairs, art shows, annual celebrations and the finest cups of espresso are enjoyed with friends basking under the warm afternoon glow.  My personal favorite is the Piazza Grande in the ancient Etruscan town of Arezzo.

Stock photo: Piazza Grande, Arezzo

Stock photo: Piazza Grande, Arezzo

Chiara Bacco from Padua, Italia

The piazza is the perfect place to enjoy a gelato or prendiamo un caffe (have a coffee). In the morning there is usually a market where you can shop for fruits and vegetables that are locally grown. 

What I love to do most in the piazza is to meet up with my friends for an aperitivo. It is the highlight of the day, where we come together to catch up, have a cocktail or a Spritz, and decide where the rest of the evening will take us. 

My favorite is Piazza dei Signori in my hometown of Padua, Italy.

Stock photo: Piazza dei Signori, Padua

Stock photo: Piazza dei Signori, Padua

As promised above, here's a slice of one of my favorite piazza moments in Firenze.

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Merry Christmas, Buon Natale from PatriciaG Loves Italy!

If you know me, you know that my two loves are New York City and Firenze. 

I wanted to share some Christmas pics from both places. I’ve got NYC covered. 

I have Firenze pics too, but they're from my trip last year. I wanted to see some sparkly decorations from this year, so I asked my friend and fellow photographer, Claudio Arcuri, to help me out. He took a twirl around the city and sent me these lovely pics. I especially love the bells! Grazie C!

New York...Firenze...wherever you are, I wish you a beautiful celebration filled with love, laughter, great food, and the glow of Christmas Magic. Big Love, PatriciaG

Firenze photo credit: Claudio Arcuri. I am a big fan of Claudio's body of work. His photographs are intense and visually stunning. I invite you to view some more here: Claudio Arcuri

 

Grazie Firenze

Ciao Tutti, I had something else planned for the blog today, but it involves video, and it's taking a little longer than planned.

And since today is my day off, and I want to go to il mare, and since Firenze 'begins to beckon,' I thought I'd revisit this blog that I wrote in February, in her honor and with much gratitude. (plus it's a nice glimpse of winter - my other love) 

I hope you don't mind revisiting along with me. Happy Friday/Buon Weekend. Big Love, PatriciaG

And be sure to cue the music...

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Living in Color

From time to time, and for various reasons, I like to revisit this blog. (originally written September 2013) Today, my revisit is a celebration of all the work I've done to get to this colorful place. It wasn't always this way. My second reason is that some friends have recently lost their Mothers and I thought this might be helpful for them to work through the grey. Thanks for allowing me the revisit, and the reminder, that Mom always loved to see me living in beautiful, bright hues of color.

I’m not quite sure of the moment it happened. Maybe it wasn’t a moment in itself. Maybe it was putting one foot in front of the other in baby step fashion to create some semblance of life. Maybe it was in the allowing myself to live in grey tones since January; not forcing myself to be in anything other than total grief, which led to my living in total grey.

Had you asked me all along I would have just said that I was living somewhere in the midst of pain and numb - fluctuating back and forth at times, but more often living simultaneously in both. How can one be in pain and numb at the same time?  Good question and one that I cannot answer. I can only vouch for the fact that it is possible. I’m not sure where in the body they both sit exactly. At times it felt in the heart, others in the solar plexus, existing in the view between my tears which didn’t evade me during my waking moments or in my dreams when I slept. Truthfully they were in every cell of my being. I would wake up and everything: my apartment, food, being outdoors, coffee, people, my insides, my outsides - it was all grey. I put one foot in front of the other in baby step fashion. I agonizingly awaited for time to pass so that the pain would subside just enough for me to be able to inhale. It was all grey....life was all grey. When you love with such intensity you are bound to exist in grey. You are a shadow of yourself within the loss.

And then there was a moment. Colors started filtering through, dissipating the grey.

Did I just laugh a hearty laugh? Birds are chirping outside my window again. Had they left for winter and recently returned? Or is it that my ears have reopened to their beautiful song? My body is also healing physically after lots of work with chiropractor, physical therapy, meditation and prayer.

I’ve returned to smiling at people on the street, and performing random acts of kindness, wanting to be in the community and living life fully once again. I have made the switch from despair and am living back in gratitude, for all things great and small. I am dreaming of spending time in Italy again, taking photos, being of service to others, laughing and loving. I am trying something new and out of my comfort zone and am learning how to paint. My very first painting is of one of my photos taken of a tree in Central Park. I call it “Wisdom” because it symbolizes such grace and strength. Grace and strength put you back on the path to living in color.

The explosion of colors has continued with the deliciousness of swimming in Mom’s pool again.

I see the blue of Mom’s eyes in her pool as I do my watery dance of front, back and side strokes and flipping underneath the surface like the mermaid that I am. Gliding through the velvety water provides such freedom and peace.

I am so grateful to my mother for creating such a cozy, loving and heartwarming place for all of us to share. I honor her, and remember her, and love her in every swim that I take. She used to look out and say “I can’t believe this is all mine,” so happy to have the dream come true of giving her kids the gift of this sacred space. And how she loved to share her gift with everyone else, her welcoming arms always open to all.

I remember how she’d sit on the swing in past summers and watch me frolicking in the pool in delight. I feel her. She is with me. She guides, consoles, encourages, and cheers me on. I always said Mom was my biggest cheerleader. Sometimes the cheers come in little whispers and other times they are huge outbursts of applause in full color. Yes, the colors are coming back. Not all day every day...but more often than the grey.

I smile more when I think of you Mom. The crying has gotten less. Not gone completely, but not every waking moment any more.  And in that is the beauty...the grey can be beautiful too - because it reminds us of how special that love was, how important that person was to our existence. It is this painful because it was so wonderful. There is peace somewhere in there for me. I am grateful for the grey and I hold your essence in my heart and that brings a multitude of colors that are absorbed by every cell in my body.

I write this not only for myself, but for others who need no explanation of the co-existence of the numb and the pain. We hold a special solidarity in living in the grey. I want you to know it’s ok to be grey. Stay in it for as long as you need. Trust that the colors are coming. I promise you that they do come. All of a sudden something will trigger them. For me, it was the blue of Mom's eyes that came forth first and now the entire spectrum of the rainbow is starting to appear.

And when I breathe in, I can also breathe out, and trust is back..trust that I will be ok because I am my mother’s daughter and she is my biggest cheerleader, and she cheers me on from an angel’s perch and sends me colors of love and light.

I am my mother’s daughter and I am living in full color.

Big Love,

PatriciaG

If you feel inspired to share, please do so in the comments section below. I would love to hear from you. And feel free to pass the blog along. Grazie! Most of my photos are available for sale on my Etsy shop. If you see something on this site that isn't on Etsy, just shoot me an email and I'll make it available. All rights reserved. ©Copyright 2015 Patricia Geremia