Monday, July 10, 2006
TV rots your brain
When I moved to Chicago I had some very vivid dreams about living and working in Italy, which convinced me that my wanderlust had not entirely dissipated. I had the real sensation that I had not yet finished my global adventure and I know I still feel that. There is still something in me that needs to get back to Italy; the pull of that country is pretty strong for me. This is going to sound really wanky, but I can’t describe to you the comfort I feel sitting in St Mark’s Square in Venice, eating a slice of pizza and just ‘people watching’. Or how relaxed I can be riding Rome’s crowded Metro, emerging from the Colosseo station, walking up the stairs to come face-to-face with the unmistakable Colosseum.
Don’t get me wrong – I love the Windy City and, in the immortal words of Peter Allen, Hugh Jackman, and the entire QANTAS choir, “I still call Australia home”. But the pull of Italy is still there. After all, that beautiful boot-shaped nation is home to the Vatican; quality coffee taken al fresco in the summer sunshine; and perfectly-coiffed young men in Versace pants yelling “Ciao” as they motor by, sans helmet of course, on their vintage vespas. With this in mind, if I ever do win the lottery, I will be first in line to rent a spacious Tuscan villa and simply recline for a while and soak up all the atmosphere. No TVs allowed. Anyone care to join me?