Blog 1: First Memory

Thinking all the way back to fourteen years ago I am able to trace one of my most fond and vivid memories. This particular memory is one of my  more prevalent recollections because it was not only my first time venturing out of the United States it was my first time visually captivating true beauty through the work of art. However, the sixteen hour flight to Italy was probably just as memorable as the captivating sculptures and other artistic architecture I witnessed. At five years old though I was not traveling alone I was accompanied by mother and my father who both have relatives right outside of Venice. Our relatives resided in a small farm community outside of the big city, some may even argue that the peacefulness and natural beauty of the outskirts of town are even more amazing than the attractions inside. This peacefulness was complimented by the clear blue skies, the rolling golden hills and the seemingly endless rows of vineyards. The landscape was very breathtaking but as a five year old child the traditional homemade meatballs, pastas, salad and steaming hot sweet rolls had a hypnotic like spell on me. This specific flashback of dinner is mainly due to the fact that it was the first time I had consumed alcohol. Not in any excessive manor of course but in Italian households red wine tends to be a necessity. For example my three year old cousin was drinking wine out of his sippy cup. To say the least it was not my most enjoyable experience of the trip. Beside the little dinner fiasco their were other certain parts of the exploration of this new world which made this recollection so memorable. The architectural masterpieces in Italy are tremendously abundant the canals, the roads, the leaning tower of Pisa, the impeccable Sistine Chapel are all reminders of the proficiency and preservation of the architects and artists like Michelangelo from centuries ago.    

There are some particulars of this memory which may be less clear than others. I can unfortunately admit that the memories of seeing these architectural masterpieces as I claimed previously were not of the most vivid memories. In fact the clearest part of this entire trip was the dinner and my first sip of wine. I can account for almost everything that happened during dinner after that sip of wine but when exploring Venice I feel some discrepancy in recalling those events. I feel if this story were to unfold further that it can be perceived as Nonfiction due the the fact it incorporates details from my memory and factual history of Italy on its monuments and art.