Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 21

           Iwasabletoaskthewoman,incomfortableItalian,ifIcouldpossiblyjusttakehalfthisasparagushome?Therewasonlyoneofme,Iexplainedtoher-Ididn’tneedmuch.Shepromptlytooktheasparagusfrommyhandsandhalvedit.IaskedherifIcouldfindthismarketeverydayinthesameplace,andshesaid,yes,shewashereeveryday,from7:00AM.Thenherson,whowasverycute,gavemeaslylookandsaid,"Well,shetriestobehereatseven…"Wealllaughed.ThiswholeconversationwasconductedinItalian-alanguageIcouldnotspeakawordofonlyafewmonthsearlier.

           Iwalkedhometomyapartmentandsoft-boiledapairoffreshbrowneggsformylunch.Ipeeledtheeggsandarrangedthemonaplatebesidethesevenstalksoftheasparagus(whichweresoslimandsnappytheydidn’tneedtobecookedatall).Iputsomeolivesontheplate,too,andthefourknobsofgoatcheeseI’dpickedupyesterdayfromtheformaggeriadownthestreet,andtwoslicesofpink,oilysalmon.Fordessert-alovelypeach,whichthewomanatthemarkethadgiventomeforfreeandwhichwasstillwarmfromtheRomansunlight.ForthelongesttimeIcouldn’teventouchthisfoodbecauseitwassuchamasterpieceoflunch,atrueexpressionoftheartofmakingsomethingoutofnothing.Finally,whenIhadfullyabsorbedtheprettinessofmymeal,Iwentandsatinapatchofsunbeamonmycleanwoodenfloorandateeverybiteofit,withmyfingers,whilereadingmydailynewspaperarticleinItalian.Happinessinhabitedmyeverymolecule

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