I just noticed that the heels on my boots are almost worn away to almost nothing. But, I can’t take them to a shoe repair shop (does anybody say cobbler anymore, or is that just so Pinocchio?), because I only have one pair with me and even though they are wet and worn down, I still have to wear them!
But, don’t fret, because all my issues are First World problems. The rest of the world should be so lucky.
I can’t go out and buy another pair of boots here because, for starters, I have longer feet than any Italians you might meet! I recently moved from Florence to another unbelievably beautiful spot known to the world as Lucca. And, because it is my hope to return to Florence forthwith after a trip home to see my boy and other miscellaneous things, I left a lot of my stuff in Florence with a friend. Including other boots and shoes. Because I wanted to travel light, you know. So, in my disciplined packing, I forgot to factor in that it is winter in Italy, which apparently means a lot of rain (who knew? Google? probably. Didn’t think to check that before I left things in Florence. Dumb, dumb, dumb). So, predictably, I expect, it is raining gatti e cani here. I have a new understanding of the word “cold”.
So, you see how I outsmarted my own damn self, don’t you? Packing light. Torrential rains. Winter. Extra long feet. You get the picture?
I don’t have a photo of my well-worn boots, but they are riding boots, sort of like this one above, and may I just say that the they are truly gorgeous. There is a lot of irony tied up in my boots that you wouldn’t think about at first glance.
Because, to begin with, these boots were made in Italy, but since Italian women don’t generally have long narrow feet like mine, this size of Italian boot is not generally sold in Italy. I bought mine in Seattle at Nordstrom.
And, on top of the irony, there’s a whole lot of history tied up in that last paragraph. When you think about the rich heritage of the trading and bartering of goods that has been a part of human history reaching as far back as we know it, the mind starts to bend.
The history of commerce is the one thread of the human story that every sentient being lives with all the time because, of all the things that humankind has invented, nothing has ever trumped currency. And the one currency that all people desire is money.
Think about it.
Because, as a very wise man once said over a gorgeous dinner in Morocco one night, “we all know she is right.”
2 thoughts on “These boots were made for walking”
Wow I can imagine what you’ve been through! Forza! Andra’ tutto bene…
And yes I still say cobbler sometimes too!
I loved your post, isn’t Italy fun… and it is great when they think you don’t understand Italian.
I took Mrs Sensible to Pisa for a weekend, (it was a complete disaster and I should do a post about it) we went to a cafe for breakfast and of course we spoke in English because my Italian is…. crap (not that my written English is much better)
So while we were talking, Mrs S heard the cafe’ owner complaining to a waitress that we had arrived as soon as she had opened the cafe’ and that tourists were a pain.
I only knew there was about to be a problem because Mrs S suddenly put on her school marm face. Mrs S waited until the woman had finished complaining and asked her how she was, not only in Italian but in Sicilian dialect.. The look of shock on the woman’s face was priceless, it appears the woman originated from Catania and Mrs S who was born in Catania obviously could hear her accent in her Italian.
Rule no 1 Don’t mess with Mrs S
Rule number 2 Always obey rule number 1