Prima che muoia

What do you want to experience before you die? Ever since our less than thrilling intimate rendezvous on an Oregon beach my wife has set her sights on less sandy goals. She wants to visit every state in the U.S. and she has informed me that a lay-over in an airport doesn’t count. You see, I’ve already experienced the joys of being terrified in Oklahoma while waiting for a tornado to touch down, repulsed in Kentucky by insects the size of small aircraft and nearly suffocated in Florida by oppressive humidity. An airport lay-over doesn’t sound too bad to me. A destination she is particularly excited about is the east coast. If I had my way I would skip over the east coast and keep going to a real destination. You see, I have a bit of an obsession. John Grisham wrote, “I love Italy and all things Italian.” Now there’s a man after my own heart. Even though my wife and I travel to Europe about once a year I never tire of Italy. Here are a few of my life dreams. I want to learn to speak Italian fluently. I want to live in Italy for a season of my life. I want to write at least one book… preferably… in Italy. Do you see a theme? The wine, pizza and pasta don’t even need to be mentioned. Now, before I commence my own passionate rendition of “O Sole Mio,” I want to give you a chance to think about your dreams. What would you like to do before you go home to be with the Lord? You know – heaven - where gondolas float effortlessly through the clouds and angels play mandolins while singing “Loda Dio, Anima Mia.” (Praise the Lord, Give Thanks to the Lord.) How about you? By the way, see if you can translate the title of this post?

Comments

[Jodie]

After much thought ... and research, I now know what "Prima che muoia" means. I won't reveal it here so other's may enjoy the opportunity of figuring it out on their own. Thank you for all you do and thank you for your insightful words. Jodie

[Chelsea]

things to do before I die...hmm for me there are lots. Get season tickets to broadway, go back to Scotland, EAT REAL FOOD (and like it), marry your son and raise a family, go to Norway, take a cruise somewhere,write a book or two, learn how to ballroom dance, and I would love to spend some time on the east coast. I wish you the best of luck on your Italian endevour

[TJ]

....hmmm...b4 I die....how about read a book, does that count?...no really what I want to do is travel around in an old beat up, barely running RV and collect all fifty of the state stickers that you see on the back of RV's on a map of the US...do you want to go Karen?....oh and I want to find out the meaning of my wife...opps I mean life...sorry Susan a little slip there....BTW you do look good in that.....hmmm...b4 I die, I hope I'm doing it...being known by Him and making Him known.