It was my normal Tuesday routine. I exited the bus, crossed the street and walked toward my destination yesterday afternoon. On the way to my student's home my path took me through Prati, the part of Rome adjacent to the Vatican City. The area was mostly residential, though like most parts of the Eternal City, commercial businesses offered their services on the ground floor while the remaining nine of each building were for personal use. That meant people frequented the streets often.
On top of St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican City, preparing to climb the dome. |
Meanwhile, Filipo's eyes flicked up at me as I approached and he, too, just as quickly went back to minding his own business. He strolled slowly like there wasn't a care in the world. He looked at the wall of the building next to us. He glanced back to his grandmother wondering if she was watching. He was just an innocent little boy.
And the second I walked directly next to him, he threw an entire fistful of confetti.
Showered by millions of pieces of glittering shapes, I realized I, a complete stranger, had just been tagged by a one-man street gang of five years old.
Happy Carnevale everybody!
2 comments:
I can just picture it - a 6'2" guy being showered! Did the confetti fly higher than your knee? How adorable!
It's true. He showered mostly my stomach and legs than my whole body. But the jokes on him. I'll be ready for the thug next time. #alwayswalkwithconfettihiddeninyourhand
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