A Man and His Word
view of the hilltown of orvieto from a distance
Time and time again, I’ve heard women say that men can’t keep promises. As a man, I don’t take offense with that. I know full well what they mean. I’m often quilty as charged. For example, take the case of the promise I made to myself. Back from Italy, I promised that I’d learn Italian. I was so serious about learning the language that I bought a Learning Italian CD to help me out, but I haven’t lived up to the expectation. As far as the Italian language is concerned, I’m still where I left off. I haven’t made any progress at all. In fact, I might even have retrogressed.
I’ve been to Italy twice and I’ll never get tired visiting it again and again. I’ve been to places north and south, but if given the opportunity to insinuate myself and be invited to live with an Italian family, I’d prefer one residing in a small town or city like Orvieto that has a population of 21,000.
Italy is definitely rich in the arts and architectures. Even small towns and cities have something to offer. In Orvieto, for example, you can go to the Chapel of St. Brizio where Signorelli’s works are displayed. It has been said that Michelangelo used to visit this place to study Signorelli’s nudes. I could see that many visitors are delighted in looking at finished works of arts such as these. I am, too, but to a lesser extent now. After being to many museums and historical landmarks, I’ve become more interested in breathing in the air, watching the landscapes, and observing the locals that have provided the setting or inspiration for the artists.
In fact, the most memorable moment from my last visit was going to a farm in Montone, hunting for truffles, and being served home cooked meals. On this occasion, I think, I experienced the real meaning of Italian hospitality. It was priceless.
I hope that I can save enough money to go back to Italy again. This time around, I should be able to handle real conversation in Italian, albeit with an accent. Otherwise, I’d have to rely on the old standbys again, i.e. resorting to caveman talk and practicing the art of making gestures to communicate. I just hope I make the right gestures everytime and that they don’t get misinterpreted especially by people who can do you real harm.
At the time of making a promise, I don’t think we really intend to break it. But though the spirit is willing, the flesh may be weak. Lfe being what it is, things get in the way. We continue to evolve. We find perspectives and circumstances change. As a result, priorities get reshuffled making it difficult to keep our word.
If the promise is made to ourselves, it wouldn’t be as damaging as when another party is involved. But either way, our credibility suffers. That’s no good unless you’re thinking of running for political office. The true measure of a man is his word. Therefore, I promise not to make any more promises. Opps! There i go again.