the sun in rome will make you do crazy things

"hmm" says the concierge at last nights hotel. his confusion came from my book that I plopped down on the counter. the title Eat, Pray, Love confused him. " I thought to eat an to love were one in the same. Either way welcome to Italy" His sentence, drenched in Italian values had already welcomed me. To Italy... alone? a Roman women who during the flight adopted me as her own. As much as i had not realized before today, doing this trip alone, I believe will be what brings it most value. I sat in the St. Maria Cathedrol today for I don't know two hours, the smells and hmms comforted me, but the beauty of it brought me to tears. Now i know that I'm sensitive, and have cried over everything from commericals to stomach aches but never once have a cried because of a sight so beautiful tears were all that I could summit. I understand why hundreds of years people have come there to feel closer to divinity, and in every way I felt that as well. Religion to most people I know is about fighting, even if they don't realize it. It's either defending their beliefs, or denouncing others. This i believe to be the only true form of blasphemy. Call it God, Allah , Goddess, buddah, or shiva, is it not all really just love, compassion, and bliss? If the names are erased what is left?.. I fear this wine has started me on a rant, so lets end with something silly... a classic Heidi moment. With purse strung over shoulder I quickly darted from street to street in an attempt to not be as flat as the pizza i enjoyed for dinner. In my attempt to cross and not be hit by the metro, my lovely brown flat caught the track and I ever so graciously fell. yep, middle of the street for all of Rome to see in a skirt. Like any perpetually clumsy person does I jumped to my feet, fled for safety and laughed until i reached a tiny snack store to buy some water to clean myself off. After explaining my hardships to the young counter boy with eyes that melt like chocolate, he puts his leg on the counter showing me his scar and says "look same spot, we are twins, like family." I laugh and he tells me " this sun in rome will make you do crazy things"... and adds exclamation, or maybe an innuendo with a wink. I blush. It's going to be a good week.