Out of Breath!

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Florence, Italy

“Can you get us?”
“No. Can you get a little closer, please!”
“How close?”
“A bit more because I can’t seem to get the tip of the church.”
“Try again.”
“I am trying!”

Yes, the life of an amateur photographer atop the Uffizi Museum, attempting to get the tip of the church on the family picture. What he didn’t realize is that most of us can never get it, no matter the angle. It is just how the buildings are positioned and one is best off leaving the task to a professional who would certainly know how to position the camera for that perfect picture. I might say that it was a tad entertaining watching him wrestling with the floor o no avail. Never-the-less, he did not give up, he kept going.

There is no success without sacrifice. To every little bit of step conquered, there is a back door story loaded with curves and curvatures bigger then the Eiffel Tower to fill a tank on how it came to be. It means that in order to achieve that coveted goal, flash our teeth on that podium, we must fight until out of breath, have courage, perseverance, soul to overcome any challenge that presents itself. It is a package that must be handled with care as nothing happens in a vacuum. Although, it may take us sometimes to understand its trails, we must be bold in our resolve to see through the crowned sacrifice we consented to reach the target.

Picture-Perfect Vogue Cover

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Firenze, Italy

Lorena was this gorgeous Latina starlet from Chile. Jennifer Lopez she wasn’t but Rita Moreno, she came close to but wait, Rita Moreno is not blonde, neither is Jennifer and both ladies are Puerto Ricans. Ok, moving on. She was this picturesque, very tall – the perfect poster girl for a Vogue cover, body perfect, blonde, blue eyes, Barbie like elegant sassy starlet and any dreamer date heaven. Bruno, on the other hand, was an Italian stud muffin, black hair, brown eyes who reminded her of Paul Newman. Yes, Paul Newman but wait, he was blonde with blue eyes… never mind, carry on. In essence she was trying to tell us that in her eyes, he was a hunk and… 

That’s where the story ends. Lorena she wasn’t, Italian she is, model she wasn’t but could be, her name I don’t recall. I met her at a leather store in Florence, Italy where she worked and I was trying to buy a handbag. Her smile made all possible!