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This morning, as another woman and I waited for the bus, we witnessed something out of the ordinary.
Or perhaps, extraordinary is a better word.
Ten minutes before the bus was to arrive, a couple joined us at the stop.
At first, I thought they were Spaniards, but after overhearing them talk, I discovered they were Italian.
It happened suddenly.
One minute they were talking, and the next, the man pulled the woman to him and gave her a kiss that made the other lady waiting for the bus and I, blush.
Never having been a fan of public displays of affection, you’d figure I would have turned away.
Yet this kiss was so sensual, I couldn’t help but stand there and gawk.
I gawked because it was the kind of kiss that compels you to do just that.
It wasn’t a “See you at home” kiss.
It was an “I’m off to war and don’t know if I’ll see you again” type of kiss.
I was glad I didn’t have my camera, or I would’ve been tempted to capture such a moment and that would’ve been more of an intrusion than my gawking.
Just as the bus approached, the man said to the woman, “Ciao, amore.”
I swooned because anything said in a foreign tongue has that effect on me.
I swooned because “Ciao, amore” reminded me of Pietro, a beautiful Italian boy I met when I was fifteen.
Handsome, charming, and at seventeen, already a ladies’ man.
Girls flocked around him like bees to honey.
And his smile.
His smile was so beautiful, I had to restrain myself from kissing him every time the corners of his mouth turned upward.
However, whenever he said, “Bella, tu sei bellissima,” that’s when the world came to a standstill.
My heart raced, my palms started to sweat, and I sighed like I was taking my last breath.
I had the same reaction with a French boyfriend named Alan.
His “Ma chérie” made me feel faint, lightheaded, dizzy.
And who could forget my first love, Domingo, a gorgeous Spaniard I met while vacationing in Spain?
Every time he said, “Hola, cariño,” or “Hello, sweetheart,” my heart stopped.
Or at least that’s what it felt like.
Hearing endearments in a foreign tongue made me think the world had stopped turning; everything halted, including my ability to breathe.
I wonder if I’m the only woman with this affliction; this inability to think straight whenever I hear a gorgeous foreign accent.
Yet, the other woman’s reaction to the Italian couple’s exchange makes me think this isn’t the case.
Being mesmerized by such an exchange can only prove that many of us want to be the leading lady of such a scene.
To swoon with expectation, feel our hearts pound in our chests, experience tantalizing giddiness.
Just once, or even better, many times.
Because I dare say, most of us want to experience passion and the reckless abandon that accompanies it.
Whenever we’re an eyewitness to something like today’s kiss and hear the words that accompany it, we’re able to regress in time; to remember our first love, our first kiss.
And if that first love was Italian, French, or Spanish?
Having experienced it I say, even better.
After all, there’s a reason they’re called “Latin Lovers.”
And that, my friends, is how I started my morning.
62 thoughts on “Is this what they call the language of love?”
I wouldn’t think a bus stop would be such a romantic place, but clearly, love was in the air. I agree that accents make everything sound better, even a grocery list. No comment about my first love, though. There was no accent involved and he didn’t know I was alive. It’s an episode best forgotten by everyone.
Oh Shary, you made me last with your comment, “It’s an episode best forgotten by everyone.” hee hee! And you’re right–who’d think a bus stop would be the setting for a love scene! Just goes to show us that love can make an appearance anywhere! :)
Ahh Bella. . . this story makes me weak in the knees! I have to admit, I do want to be the leading lady in that story!
I wouldn’t say that my first kiss was good, as such. Long story short, my first kiss made me terrified of my budding sexuality (maybe I should write a blog post about that.) That said, my first kiss with my sweet husband certainly had me swooning. Go figure, I marry the first guy that makes me swoon, haha.
Rachel, I think you should write a blog post about that as well! Please do! I think it’s wonderful that you married the first man who made you swoon. It doesn’t get more romantic than that! :)
Whew! :-) You had me at, “Ciao, amore.” Like you, beautiful Bella, I swoon at affectionate words spoken in another language, and I can guess I would have been equally enraptured by the ardent display.
My firsthand experience with my own “foreigner” was less than pleasant, when all was said and done.
As for my first kiss, it was nothing to “write home about.” Ah, well… ;-) xoxo
Ellen, I say we can always re-write history and classify any experience as our first one. It’s good to experience life through a little rule breaking! hee hee! Ergo, think back of the best kiss you’ve ever had and reclassify that as your first kiss. Voila! Isn’t that better? :) I’m glad you would also have been captivated by the couple’s loving display since it means I’m not alone in my thinking! :)
They say to become an expert at something (anything), it takes 10,000 hours of practice (Malcolm Gladwell, The Tipping Point, I believe?). This is not the case with Latin Lovers… but rhen again, I wouldn’t really know!! Who knows? Maybe they were just going off to work for the day. Good for them!!
Astra, you’re right! This could very well be the way these Italian lovers say goodbye on any given day! And if this is the case, then I’m moving to Italy as of right now! hee hee! I’ll be happy to practice 10, 000 hours of that kind of ardent affection with a handsome man any day! :)
What a great post. I can picture being your fellow Gawker. Italian is such a gorgeous language.
You already know I have a huge softspot for the Latin Man, and I still melt when he says “Te amo” or calls me “belleza”. However, in my case, it’s more the man than the language. I’d made a “no more Spanish speaking men” rule before I met him. I’d been bored and annoyed with my previous boyfriends. And look where I am now. In a bilingual household… with a fellow whose kisses make me weak in the knees. I guess my rule was meant to be broken… or shattered.
Ah, Eden, but a woman with rules and parameters are what any Latin man views as the greatest challenge! I’m delighted your rules have been shattered because this means you get to live with a man who turns you to butter! It doesn’t get better than that! Good for you! :)
Accents affect me also, Scottish accents in particular. My daughter is now dating a Scott in Korea and the first time I heard him speak on the phone I heard one sentence and said: “Oh I know why she loves you!” The accent could slay a dragon it was so hauntingly beautiful. I absolutely remember my first love and my first kiss, doesn’t everyone?
Elizabeth, I had a crush on a Scottish gent once upon a time. I admit it was hard to understand him at first but after I adapted to his “brogue,” I was a goner. I want to think most everyone remembers their first love and kiss, yet you ask one of my sisters and she’ll be the first to admit she can’t remember who she kissed first. Isn’t that tragic? :)
Normally, I, too, would think public displays of affection are inappropriate, but this couple obviously was oblivious to “spectators.” Hot way to begin your day, Bella! Yes, I love accents (some more than others!)
Debbie, I think this couple didn’t think we existed! Which in a way is good since the other lady and I were blatantly staring at their exchange. Anyone would deem us nosey, but I want to think we were living vicariously! I too love some accents more than others. Spanish men speaking English melt me instantly, ie, Javier Bardem and Antonio Banderas. Oh Lord. Just thinking about it makes me swoon! hee hee! :)
Of course they were Italian! There’s a whole lot of smooching going on in public in Italy, and not just the cheek stuff. Passion in the streets is much more accepted in Italy than in a place like the US.
Elizabeth (above) just made remember a freckled Scottish guy I dated in college. I think it was his adorable accent that lured me.
Jann, you can definitely fill us in on the Italians and their passionate public displays of affection given you live there! And aren’t you lucky to live in a country where passion is the norm! Methinks you should do a “passionate kissing” photo post for February! It would be wonderful for you to capture these lovers on camera! :)
He is either saying good bye to her or it is just passion.. which has not specific time or place! I would have gawked too and felt my knees go weak!
Savira, isn’t it wonderful that passion has no time and place? :) Seeing this couple today reminded me of the days when I didn’t care what others thought. The days when I did what I wanted because I only answered to myself. Sigh. :)
Not only I remember him, I went to see him in Germany after 25 years. It was wonderful! We reminisced, we laughed, we cried and then I went back to USA and he went back to Russia.
Ariana, you wrote a blog post about this encounter and I read it! Great post! And how wonderful for you to have seen him after all this time! :)
Bella, boys with southern accents could seriously make this good girl go bad. I blame this on living in Texas during my formative years and crushing seriously on Brian Taylor during 6th and 7th grade.
Heidi, I know what you mean. In seventh grade, I had a crush on a Southern boy named Weslie. Damn, he was cute! :)
Did I mention that I love kisses?
Ms. Jodi, no you didn’t, but now you have! hee hee! That makes two of us! Hersheys too! :)
Okay, my dear, what do you want to know about, my first kiss or my first love? Because I don’t think they’re one and the same. My first kiss was in Latin America, when I was attending school there. I was 15 and my friend, Ingrid, had a brother and he kissed me once on a date. A group date with about 8 other people. I didn’t like him and when we went to the movies, I made sure to sit as far from him as possible. That was the first kiss.
The first love? Well, that’s another story. ;)
Monica, my first kiss came from one handsome guy and my first love? Need I say he looked like a young Antonio Banderas? A group date? I’ve never been on one of those. Tell me, did the good Latin American mothers send along a chaperone? My mother always asked me if there was to be a chaperone at every party I went to. I always said yes even though it wasn’t true. And how could you turn away from a movie kiss? Those were the best, silly girl! :)
All dates were in a group. We were on a date; the rest were there to chaperone. What can I say, he wasn’t my type. The only thing he (and his sister) had going was a chauffeur who drove them to school, and would pick me up, too. At least for a while.
Monica, I love that you’re pragmatic this way! Hey, a rides’ a ride, right? :) And so many chaperones? Oh dear. I’m glad you weren’t into him, otherwise it would’ve been pretty hard to sneak a kiss! :)
**It wasn’t a “See you at home” kiss.
It was an “I’m off to war and don’t know if I’ll see you again” type of kiss.**
Bella, you write so beautifully.
I remember you talking about Domingo in some fo your other blogs. He sounds lush, sexy, exciting.
Did you say he looked like Antonio B? Ooooooo.
I am sweating.
For me, I’ve always loved the Brits.
Kim, I can’t believe you remember Domingo from previous posts! And of course you’re right–he was sexy, handsome, and a true bad boy–the kind of guy every girl needs to have at least one fling with! hee hee! I always thought he looked like a young Antonio Banderas! How I wish I had photos! I’m honored you like my writing, lady. Thank you! And for the record, I love the Brits and Aussies as well! Damn, they’re sexy, and that accent! OMG! Hugs and kisses for you! :)
Wow Bella, you never miss a beat! Your eyes always open for stories of whatever crosses your path, and this just proves you’re a born storyteller. Whether it’s a neighbor’s tacky decorations, an outing with Roxy, or a love scene at the bus stop, you engage the reader in your world with such charm and humor! Love is in the air, but is it contagious?
Debra, I’m over the moon with your kind comment! My nana would be proud to read it. She always said that being a good storyteller was directly linked to creativity. I hope with all my heart that love is contagious. The good Lord knows we need is now and then! :)
What a wonderful way to start out your day, I say. I would have been swooning, too, just hearing the words. Funny, today, I mentioned to a friend that one of my fave terms of endearment in Spanish is “mi cielo”. English translation doesn’t do it justice but if a guy called me, “Mi cielo”, I’d swoon, swoon, swoon. I like the Italian, “Amore mio”, too. *swooning*
P.S. If I were there and had my camera, and weren’t too caught up in watching them, you’d better believe I’d be clicking away. LOL! :-D
And what lovely photos you’d take of such a scene, Paz! :)
Ah, Paz, “Mi cielo” is indeed beautiful! For me, it’s hearing the foreign words in that sexy, smooth, and rhythmic tone that makes me swoon. As for “Amore mio,” I’m a goner. A total goner. :)
Oh my, oh my ….just reading about it made me weak at the knees, so I can imagine how you felt! I’m having trouble recalling my first kiss, so I’m pretty sure it was forgettable! ;)
Oh Corinne! You make me laugh! A “forgettable” first kiss? Oh dear. I’m sure it’s in your mind’s archives, waiting to be accessed! hee hee! I’m sure it was a very memorable first kiss and Jose’s kisses have pushed it to the back of your psyche! hee hee! :)
To me voices are incredibly powerful. I study them as I can’t stand to remain in the dark about something that brings me to me knees. That kiss….we could write novels about it. What keeps us all from such sweetness, I would like to know.
Patrice, I think some of us are luckier than others in that regard. Which is unfortunate and unfair if you ask me! hee hee! Oh well. I guess sometimes it’s just necessary to live vicariously! :)
Oh my word. I think I just blushed reading this post. :) I definitely remember my first kiss. It was stolen– not passionate at all. Then again, i was 8 at the time. It’d be scandalous if it was sensual. hahahah! :)
Laura, you precocious minx! A first kiss at eight! I don’t think any of us will be able to top this! hee hee! Stolen kisses are the best! :)
Very sweet post! Ciao Bella!
Hello Leah! I’m so glad you like it! Don’t you love the phrase “Ciao Bella!” ? :)
I don’t remember my first kiss (sad?), but I remember kissing my first love the first time. I felt like I was set on fire…soooo good.
LW, you’re not the first one to forget your first kiss! Like Corinne said, this may mean it wasn’t too memorable! hee hee! As for that first kiss with your first love, we should all feel such fire, lady! :)
I think if someone has an accent it instantly upgrades them from faintly alluring to desperately desirable. Unless of course that accent happens to be German. It’s not that I have anything against German people per se but a little less phlegm would be nice.
bwhahaha! I love your upgrades! I’ll be the first to admit that the Germanic languages are extremely hard to master and all those guttural sounds might have something to do with it. And you’re right, at times it does sound like they’re coughing up a loogie! :)
I remember my first kiss, we were drunken teenagers, and nothing happened between us after that. I remember my first love too, we were both at the kindergarten.
I don’t mind remembering them, but I don’t look at them with nostalgia, nor do those memories make my heart beat faster, because my current love is so much better than any from my past. It’s been going on for over 14 years, and is only becoming better with time. No memories of the past can compare with that. :)
Ivana, I love that your current love is going strong after 14 years! How cool is that! I can see why it’s not necessary for you to think back at past encounters with any type of nostalgia. Ah, where this to be the case for everyone! :)
I agree. There are kisses that make my bunion curl! I can be just idling standing there watching and I feel the passion behind the kiss. No, I’m not a pervert, but it is really nice to see people enjoying each other. It sometimes feels like the only last genuine thing nowadays. Thanks for the reminder!
Annie, I think you and I need to work on acquiring some passion of our own! Seeing others engage in it might be nice but participating is much nicer! hee hee! While we accomplish that, however, isn’t it nice to live vicariously through the passionate moments of others? :)
I am exactly like you! Speak sweet words in a foreign language and I am putty. And aren’t those Italian and French men just the most adorable ever! I think we could learn a little about the art of affection from these countries.
Lady, I agree with you one hundred percent! The Italian men make me weak in the knees with their smooth talking ways! :)
I definitely remember MY first kiss. A closed lip pressing that had neither spark nor sass. But still my little fifteen-year-old heart raced! Ahhhh! And I am so in agreement. I’m tempted to hand a foreign man – any foreign man – whatever I’m currently reading and just say, “Could you read to me, please? Just start wherever you want . . .” And I’ll sit back in helpless bliss. Just for a moment, I got to be on the other side of the ‘foreign accent’ swoon, though. My family was having dinner in a restaurant in France. The waitress asked my husband to read the menu to her because she just loved his cute Canadian accent. CUTE CANADIAN ACCENT??? Now I’ve witnessed everything!
Diane, bwhahaha! I wish I could’ve been a fly on the wall at that restaurant! hee hee! Mayhaps the waitress founds your husby cute! In regard to the reading–I’m with you. Can you imagine the likes of Javier Bardem reading to you at night. Can anyone say, state of nirvana? :)
We miss you, Bella! You romantic you!!!
I don’t remember my first kiss, but honestly, I think it was girl and I was 10. Not real enough to matter lol. And my first crushes were abysmal, for crying out loud, I fell for a guy named Cristobal and Romeo, to name a few. I have long accepted that my powers of discernment came with age ;).
However, I do get absolutely weak in the knees at foreign accents and the like. Viva la passion! You reminded me of Jamie Lee Curtis….
Coco, I remember this movie! And this part in the movie! hee hee! I miss you too! Hopefully I’ll be able to fall into my usual schedule this week! Thanks for not forgetting me, lady! :) Cristobal and Romeo? Oh my! It doesn’t get more exotic than this! hee hee! :)
Hmm, I don’t remember my first kiss but I do my first love….Ahh, first loves! How searingly sweet.
I don’t mind public displays of affection but something like that would have made me feel uncomfortable.
I will confess that I remember both my first love and first kiss! Vividly! I think it’s recalling these events that keep them alive in my head. I’m not one for PDA’s but somehow this exchange just caught my attention! :)
Astra, you sweetheart, thank you for the award! Consider me officially tickled pink! I’m hoping over to your blog now! :)