Indain's & Italian's

I cant remember the last time i woke up at 7 am on a Saturday morning. Sitting in the hotel balcony, overlooking a huge vineyard relishing a capucinno and croissant breakfast i asked my self whats the plan for today. Strange thing No.2. The day was too beautiful to sit vegetating in the hotel room.

I was on my way in the search of a vinery called Bisol in Northern Italy. Driving on small raods through lush green hills, in-haling the strong scent of wine was bliss. After a good 2 hours, asking people en-route the directions to a fine Prosecco (Italian Sparkling Wine, a speciality of Treviso county) vinyard called Bisol, i finally arrived. People did have a strange smile, coz may be for the first time they came accross an Indian at 7:45 am looking to buy Prosecco.

At the reception, was attended by a pretty one with a thick Australian accent (speaking English with me), and entertaining others in Fluent Italian.

I bought my 4 bottles of Cartizze Prosecco, popped one open and sat down in the midst of the vinyard. A few questions came to my mind "Why do i feel at home in Italy", "Arent there a lot of similarities between Indian's & Italians"?

A passage from Gregory David Robert's "Shantaram" came to my mind which i will paste here. This passage well summarises my thoughts.

'The indians are the Italians of Asia. It can be said, certainly, with equal justice, that the Italians are the Indians of Europe but you do understand me, I think. There is so much Italian in the Indians, and so much Indian in the Italians. They are both people of the Madonna - they demand a goddes, even if the religion does not provide one. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner. For them, food is music inside the body, and music is food inside the heart.
The language of India and the language of Italy, they make every man a poet, and make something beautiful from every banalite'. There are nations where love - amore, pyaar - makes a cavalier of a Borsalino on a street corner, and makes a princess of a peasant girl if only for the second that her eyes meet yours. It is the secret of my love for India, Lin, that my first great love was Italian'.

Lin-Baba aka Shantaram did not point out the Flawless & Organised Driving. And also, one thing that makes Indian & Italian women beautiful "The Mysterious Smile".

After coming here for the 3rd time, i must say i love this place. Would i live here in the short term? Strange but True "I Doubt It" but well one never knows for sure. Who know's if a good opportunity comes by!