Fabio Lippi

Fabio Lippi...
Okay, so this wasn't MY Fabio, but I do not have a photo of him. Alessssssandra he would say, while sipping on a cappuccino and smoking a Marlboro Light (with the label on the package that read: THE CONTENTS OF THIS PACKAGE WILL KILL YOU), the Europeans are so honest.  I BUMPED into Fabio buying a leather belt one day on my way to class. I know, I know, who doesn't meet a Fabio in Italy? But apparently the name does represent all that it is talked up to be.  Being with Fabio was being in a fantasy, it was fun, romantic, and very unrealistic, but my time in Italy would have not been the same without him.  He was charming and handsome, and took me on the back of his motorcycle.  He used grease in his hair and drank wine like we drink water.  He did have a Brazilian twist, he taught me how to play the drums, barbecue an entire pig, and dance the Samba (a Brazilian dance). The man could sell a leather belt to a cow.  But he taught me amore in Italy.  Amore means love, but it is used when something is truly, unconditionally loved.  In America we say " We love hamburgers or we love our new shoes," but in Italia, it was sacred.  To used the verb amore meant you truly loved someone.  It was beautiful.  To the dear Fabio Lippi, Grazie por tutto mi tesero.  Spero che tu vivi una vita bellissima.