The very word runs off the tongue like a poem: amore,
a word that stirs the Italian soul and conjures up visions of life's
possibilities. Socrates said that "the life which is unexamined is
not worth living," but for Italians, it is a life without love that
is the life not worth living. Without amore life is a thin gruel of
getting and spending, a succession of repetitive days and nights without
purpose or point. But with it-Ah, with it-the stars take on a shimmering
gleam, the days pulse with sunlight and hope, the lovers transcend
the workaday world immersed in the magic of communion and the marriage
of two souls.
Why is this passion for love and life so Italian? The
Mediterranean climate? The elaborate courtship rituals that have developed
between young men and women in the small hill towns of the country?
The veneration of women that seems imprinted on the Italian male soul?
The intense verbal passion that is the essence of Italian family life?
Whatever the reason there is no question that Italy is a synonym for
romance and the very air of the country resonates with the music of
love. Mention Venice and what comes to mind but a gondolier serenading
two lovers under the moonlight? Honeymooners flock to the Isle of
Capri like pilgrims seeking a miracle, and surely there are more bridal
shops in Naples than in any other city in the world.
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