Navigate / search

A Lust Letter To Siena.

Carissima Siena,

Should I call you dearest, do you think, when our time together was so tumultuous and brief?

Like a couple of teenagers, we were — you exasperated at my poor skills of communication, and me laughing at your sometimes brazen sense of style.

DSC_3305_web

We had a rough start. I thought you were tight-walled and protective — closed-minded and shuttered. Your facade carefully crafted, stone-by-stone over centuries. And me, just another sloppy tourist, hoping to get inside.

DSC_3236_web

I tried to get you drunk, but you were stoic and reserved. The picture of historically preserved perfection.

DSC_3240_web

A little bedraggled, perhaps, after hundreds of years of dating and never finding the one, but you wear your scars proudly and still believe in dressing up in public.

IMG_2830_web

I like that about you.

In fact, I’m in awe of your righteous grandeur, where you care to display it.

DSC_3258_web

And in quiet places your beauty is almost mystical, when the light shines just right.

DSC_3457_web

You gave me a new perspective —

DSC_3503_web

and weren’t afraid to show your quirks.

DSC_3249_web

You seem to sit on your pedestal — regal and refined.

IMG_2836_web

But I know the truth —

DSC_3290_web

There’s an understated beauty that makes you, you.

DSC_3500_web

But for too many nights you left me dining alone. And that, I’m afraid, I couldn’t move past.

I wish I’d gotten to know you better.

I wish our tryst meant as much to you as it did to me.

Were the worth of our romance measured in time, five days does not a great love make. But were it measured in emotion — the awe of wonder at discovering the beauty that lies in your hidden nooks; the depth of sadness at walking your cold streets alone — then the memory of our intimacy, no doubt, won’t soon fade from my mind.

Con affetto, amore mio —

Katie

Katie

Thank you for reading Domestiphobia! Knowing you stopped by totally validates the time I spend here, so leave a comment! I'm also on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and if you want to connect!

Comments

shelly
Reply

There is a word in German called Fernweh which translates literally to farsickness. Kind of like wanderlust or as it was explained on Wikipedia , the opposite of homesick. I think youre a little farsick for Siena :)

Katie
Reply

Germans have some GREAT words! I think I’m a little far sick for… anywhere far. ;)

roxannelumme
Reply

Fantastic! I’m not sure I’ve had the pleasure of meeting
your poetic side. So very glad to have made its acquaintance.

Katie
Reply

Ha! It’s popped up once or twice around here. ;)

CC
Reply

I love this! I could use your format for this letter for hundreds of places! I understand your longing and feel it often! Beautiful photos too, which is nice for me since I’ve never been to this gorgeous city!

Katie
Reply

So true — I could use it for many places as well! I feel like I need a second chance with Siena — next time with my husband in tow. :)

Diana
Reply

Great Post Katie!!! Your photos perfectly reflect your sentiments! Have a good weekend.

Katie
Reply

My weekend is flying by way too quickly! And now I’m drooling over your bundt recipe, thinking I should make that. :)

Andi
Reply

We spent a single day in Siena and completely loved it! I can’t wait to go back, you were such a trooper to do it alone!

Katie
Reply

I definitely would’ve had more fun with a travel buddy!

Don't be shy... tell me what you think!