—————————————————————-Today I wanted to detach myself from my Asian life and dig a bit into my travel memories, so I decided to talk about my Bella Italia, specifically about Verona,Love and ..magic boobs!If you managed to visit Verona, I’m pretty sure you didn’t miss the ultimate “romantic” gesture in the city: groping Juliet’s brass boob. I’ve been there in far 1996, freshly graduated, before life transformed me in the old brat I am today Full of hope and innocence (can you believe it?) I too climbed up the statue, and touched the magic boob, asking to my personal pagan God to send me the Love of my life.Possibly In the shape of Leonardo di Caprio. I was still a teenager after all.The movie Romeo+Juliet, and Leo’s handsomeness were fresh in my memory not to connect the “Sacre” Shakespeare drama with the Profane movie star.Let me tell you something:No one is immune to the pagan temple of love in Verona. Juliet’s house is a continue pilgrimage of people of all ages.I remember the atmosphere in the Courtyard as it was yesterday: dozens of people, mostly couples of all ages, in line to take the infamous groping picture. And Just for the sake of art? I don’t think so.Granted, the little boys were there only for the groping part of it, but the main portion of the people only pay a visit for romance’s sake.Strangely, If you ask any of these tourists, none of them would admit that they’re there just to feel that “Love is in the air”. It’s too corny right?But, as a matter of fact Love is indeed in the air in Juliet’s Courtyard . Even with the crowds and the less than romantic gesture, I can’t deny that I felt something. Otherwise I wouldn’t explain why I still remember the city, and Juliet’s house so clearly after more than 15 years!Verona has many other attractions to discover, but it would be a profane sacrilege to go there and not pay a visit to the boob. It’s like going to Rome and not visit the Colosseum or St Peter’s church.And it’s not just the boob, it’s also the Love locks on Juliet’s gate, the post it with the wishes of the lovers or wanna be lovers attached on the wall. It’s the balcony where Shakespeare described a longing Juliet waiting for her love.I may be an old and cynical brat these days, but I still believe in love to a certain extent and I wouldn’t mind going back there one day to renew my good luck so far!Of all the cities in Northern Italy, Verona is one of the dearest one to me. It is pretty amazing how I still remember so many details of my 4 day trip in there:The quiet, peaceful walks along the river Adige, the famous Arena with it’s suggestive Opera nights in summer, the general atmosphere of the city and, of course, Juliet’s house.I even remember the lovely little hotel we stayed, so cosy, with a small window facing the river. It felt so quite and relaxing. The perfect spot to think about love with my young heart still all in one piece.Juliet’s magic boob worked pretty well for me, I had plenty of love after my visit to Verona, but also plenty of broken hearts. I think they should put a disclaimer on the boob: warning, this can cause broken hearts, touch at your own risk!Even if you decide that Juliet’s boob is not your cup of tea, Verona is a city that shouldn’t be missed if you visit the northern part of Italy. I know I loved the place instantly for it’s quiet atmosphere,and I’m planning to go back as soon as I can for a more in-deep exploration.This time armed with my camera, as it’s such a shame that I don’t have any proof of my perv-romantic groping, and all the other wonders of the city! They were times when traveling meant just living the experience, not thinking about documenting every single bit of it. Good times Indeed!
Have you ever been to Verona? and, did you know about Juliet’s magic boob?