One of Those Moments

I went to see the movie "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" with Kiki, Simona, and her boyfriend, Salvo, last week.  We had to go to Agrigento because the movie hadn't opened anywhere closer to us yet.  I had seen the movie in America over the break, so I knew it was great and had little problems following the words (thank goodness I'm learning!).  We had had a bit of a rough week, and Kiki and I wanted to get out of our little town and break the monotony of everything.  I was so glad we did, but not at first.

This brand new theatre (big at only 2 screens!) let out, and there was only one exit.  People were slowly, slowly letting out, and Italians are terrible when it comes to lines.  As I hit the door, I realized the line was this slow because all the people in front of me had neglected or not seen the adjacent other door!  I was in the middle of cursing this world over here that seems thirty years behind everything else, reluctantly holding half the doors open for my party to exit, when one of those moments hit me.  

It was a cold night in Sicily, on the other side of the street you could see the Valley of the Temples, little bitty cars were scooting by as well as little mopeds.  We went through the European ritual of kissing each cheek, saying "bye" to Simo and Salvo, and I just remembered where I was.  I'm in a foreign country!  I live here!  I had once again gotten so caught up in the frustrations, which I've done and will continue to do time and time again.  But these are the moments to enjoy.  People who say they are jealous of my experience, should actually only be so (if at all) of about 10% of my time.  This was part of that small percentage, and when those moments hit me, I can't wipe the big smirk that's all over my face.