"Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears." To which the 'Mad Magazine' guys tried to pretend they were cutting off their ears. It was high school hijinks. We freshman, Latin I students, were the plebes. There were consuls and patricians. And the constant awareness of gender as that determined which word was to be used. And conjugations, endless conjuctions.... amo, amas, amat, amā́mus, amā́tis, amant.
I loved it, really, really loved it. It was the beginning of a love affair with world. A world beyond the cotton farm and the Collin county line.
Pompeii and Herculaneum, to stand in the shadow of Vesuvius. Because I still have a major crush on Italy ..... and all things Europe.
sprouting from volcanic ash
vineyards of hope
© petra domina
Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on