Under The Tuscan Sun Page #7

Ice cream changed my fate.

It was because of ice cream

that my beloved Fefe

discovered me.

Fefe?

II Maestro.

Who?

Federico, darling.

Fellini?

He discovered me in the

Piazza Novena with my parents

eating an ice cream.

I was gobbling it down,

letting it run all over my chin

because I was hungry.

"Do you like ice cream?"

He asked me.

I didn't know who he was.

I was 16.

"You are my imagination

come to life," he told me.

He wasn't just a great director.

He gave great advice.

I'm listening.

Fefe said you have to live

spherically in many directions.

Never lose

your childish enthusiasm,

and things will come your way.

So now I was getting posthumous

advice from Il Maestro,

and I tried to follow it

by pulling ivy,

spherically

and with childish enthusiasm.

Oh, my God.

Niente qui.

Niente.

Not here.

Did you look under the bed?

Could you look under the pillow?

Huh!

No.

It's a joke.

Maybe he moved out already.

Snakes are famous

for changing their minds.

What am I doing here

all by myself?

Don't you think it's strange?

Me in this big house?

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

You are cold, Signora Mayes.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Do you know the most surprising

thing about divorce?

It doesn't actually kill you,

like a bullet to the heart

or a head-on car wreck.

It should.

When someone you've promised to

cherish till death do you part

says, "I never loved you,"

it should kill you instantly.

You shouldn't have to wake up

day after day after that,

trying to understand how

in the world you didn't know.

The light just never went on,

you know.

I must have have known,

of course,

but I was too scared

to see the truth.

Then fear just makes you

so stupid.

No. It's not stupid,

Signora Mayes.

L'amore cieco.

Oh, love is blind.

Yeah, we have that saying, too.

Everybody has that saying

because it's true everywhere.

I don't want to be blind

anymore.

This house has three bedrooms.

What if there's never anyone

to sleep in them?

And the kitchen, what if there's

never anyone to cook for?

I wake up in the night

thinking, "You idiot.

I mean, you're the stupidest

woman in the world.

You bought a house for a life

you don't even have."

Why did you do it, then?

Because I'm sick of being afraid

all the time

and because I still want things.

I want a wedding in this house,

and I want a family

in this house.

Signora,

between Austria and Italy,

there is a section of the Alps

called the Semmering.

It is an impossibly steep,

very high part of the mountains.

They built a train track

over these Alps

to connect Vienna and Venice.

They built these tracks before

there was a train in existence

that could make the trip.

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