First I intended to do a fun gallery for this challenge, a compilation of unexpected moments, but then one specific memory came up and wouldn’t go away, of the time when I was the most surprised in my life.
This April will be six years since I moved to Italy. Not even a month later, on the night before my birthday, amore was late from work without a good reason.
The dinner was waiting for him and I was anxious. I was so new that there was no bestia yet, for another month. I was so new that I didn’t know yet of the website where you can learn of train delays in real time (a bare necessity in Italy). When I finally heard noises outside and went to see, I gave out a little yelp and had to hold on to the gate.
Despite the fact that I fancy myself a bit of a detective, I couldn’t see the slightest sign that something was up. No hush hush, funny looks, strange questions. Amore arranged a visit by my parents together with them, for my birthday, without giving out a single signal. Deadpan, efficient, proactive, that’s him when he wants something. No wonder I am where I am.
And so my parents arrived for a day and two nights, the single biggest surprise and best birthday present of my life. It can be rivalled only by the SMS asking “How would you like to live with me in Tuscany?” but that is another story.
I hope that Leya – who asks for unexpected for this week’s Lens Artists challenge – and everybody won’t mind if I share today’s gallery with my father, no matter that this is a photo challenge and everybody should be posting own photos. All five photos with me in them, including the featured photo, are his and the rest are mine (taken with my first digital camera, a tiny Canon that you can see in one of the photos).
Our only day together started out windy and cold for May in Maremma but the sun showed up when we reached the beach.
And the next day it was two trains for them and about ten hours until Trieste, and then another hour to their home in Ljubljana, Slovenia. Reaching me was not easy but so worth it. Thank you to all three. They return often, about twice a year on average, but you never forget the first one.
For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Leya of To See A World in a Grain of Sand…: Unexpected