It was the month of April in the year 2016 and I decided to treat myself to a visit to the wonderful city of Rome. Just as the city wasn’t built in a day, neither was my plan.
See, I had been working my ass off over at work ever since the beginning of the year. I had reports upon reports to document with deadlines so tight it could suffocate a child. I also had the most unsupportive and insensitive group of friends. Don’t get me wrong, I love them, it’s just that they know nothing about my area of expertise and would laugh at me whenever I try to complain about what I am going through with murmurs of “here we go again” before dismissing my complaints with “What you need is a girlfriend who will listen to your complaints, we ain’t that” every time, but usually in different forms.
I was desperately in need of a break from my usual life so when the opportunity came, I pounced on it the way a Lion does its prey. My birthday happens to be the 21st of April so what I did was pitch the idea of a week’s break to travel out and celebrate my birthday to my boss at the beginning of the month. After some grunting and making me promise not to extend the duration of the break, he said yes, and so the planning began.
The Sunday before the Thursday that was my birthday came and in the beautiful city of Rome I was. Fast forward to Tuesday when I finally had the time to go out to experience the scenery (no thanks, emergency reports). Actually, thanks emergency reports as I might not have met the love of my life had I gone out on Monday.
I stepped out and immediately sought to cancel out the item on the top of my bucket list – Drink an Italian Blend Coffee in Italy. I asked around and was directed to a coffee shop just down the road from my hotel. Upon getting there, I had to wait a while as I met a little queue. When it finally got to my turn and the attendant turned to me, flashed a bright smile and asked in the most angelic voice ever (after speaking Italian and seeing I didn’t understand a single word) “What will you be having, Mr…?” I was stunned.
“Dwight Walker” I managed to reply. I was hooked, I had found the one what I had been looking for. This was why the Universe made me choose Italy and Rome in particular. This is my calling.
“What will you be having Mr Dwight?” she asked again
“An Italian blend, Fiona” I responded with a smile after taking a slight peek at her name tag.
I got my drink and went to sit at a point where I could easily steal glances at this work of art I just found in Rome. I must admit, the Italian blend over there tasted slightly better than the ones I’m used to, or maybe it tasted better because my new found crush gave that particular one to me.
Once I was done, I walked over to Fiona, dropped a little tip, requested her number which she willingly gave me, set up a date, and the rest, they say, is history.
Fast forward 2 years later and I and my darling Fiona are a happily married and expecting couple. And you know the best part of it all? She cares about what I do and is always down to listen to my complaints.
Cheers to the powers of travel!!