I often forget to post on our blog, actually I
always forget to. It’s been quite some time since my last post and my how time has flown by. A few more life changing vacations in between, new friends, and new ideas, but the same Shauna and Josh. I laid away in bed this morning thinking of a moment on our last vacation together and thought maybe I should take a chance to write it down and change the approach of our blog. I’d like to share some stories instead.
As most of you know, who know us, we went on a Mediterranean cruise this past summer. It was one of those truly life changing vacations. Not because we saw the Colosseum or the Parthenon, but because we made amazing friends and had too many amazing experiences to recant. We made friends with two couples(Kasia and Mario, and Regina and Kevin) who we really ended up getting to know along the way and enjoyed their companionship so much, maybe even too much! We drank too much wine and ate like we would never eat again and every second was amazing. I would say that we laughed too much, but one can never laugh enough. One moment that will forever stick out in my mind was in Florence, coincidentally on Josh’s birthday.. We were walking from the Galleria Accademia towards the Basilica Di Santa Maria Del Fiore(above picture). We had just seen the famous statue of David and plenty more of Michelangelo’s works, but we were rushed and herded through the gallery much like cattle. I was thankful that we were able to see everything we wanted to that day but cruise excursions are so pushy and obnoxious at times. We were walking back towards the square when we heard the most beautiful sound. Once we made it to the street exit we could see there was a man sitting on a park bench beside the Church playing a cello solo. Josh and I stopped in amazement and listened with all of the hustle and bustle around us. The acoustics of the area couldn’t be more perfect and each note rang deep throughout our souls(as cliché as it sounds) in such a moving way. It didn’t take long for my eyes to well up with tears to the point where I didn’t want to speak, because I knew that at any second they would stream down my face. We couldn’t stay long because we had to catch up to the group and get on to the next attraction. I wish I could have stayed and just listened for hours, but those minutes gave me enough to cling to for a lifetime. All day I marveled at the sound I had heard that morning, and ever since it pops up in my mind and I can hear it all over again. Of course we tipped him well, it would have been hard not to. He did what most musicians wish they could do, in less than 5 minutes. This morning I woke up and I’m not sure why but that cellist popped into my head and kept me up for several hours. I thought about the music and about how beautiful that moment in my life was. I thought about how fortunate I am to have had such a moment, and others like it. I thought about how close I felt to Josh in that moment. I wish I could thank the cellist for such an amazing memory. I hope that everyone has a moment as profound that they can relate to and I hope that in some point in our lives you’ll share it with me.
