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Publié par | Everest Media LLC |
Date de parution | 28 mars 2022 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781669369998 |
Langue | English |
Poids de l'ouvrage | 1 Mo |
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Insights on Locke Tembi's From Scratch
Contents Insights from Chapter 1 Insights from Chapter 2 Insights from Chapter 3 Insights from Chapter 4
Insights from Chapter 1
#1
I had wanted to be a professional actor after college, but I had no plan how to achieve it. I had stumbled into an Art History 101 class at the end of my freshman year, and I found myself spellbound. Within three weeks, I became an art history major.
#2
The reward of jet lag is a new set of coordinates, a new language, and local delicacies. I was in Italy to study art history, but I didn’t have my parents’ credit card in my wallet. I didn’t want a tryst with an Italian boy and trips to Paris once a month. I wanted more than that from my three-month stay.
#3
I was nervous and car sick when I met Sloane at Massimo’s house. She led me through the house, and I was shocked by the sights I saw. Every conversation seemed intimate and theatrical, all happening behind a scrim of cigarette smoke.
#4
I had come to Italy to explore, and I was open to whatever might come. I was vulnerable but jolly. I had few expectations, as I knew that I would only be there for a few months. I was already enjoying the feel of the new country on my skin.
#5
I met a man named Saro who was leaving work at a restaurant near Acqua al 2. He was a chef, and he was handsome. I was instantly aware that I wished I had worn a better bra. His gaze was sultry and focused.
#6
I had a few on-campus affairs in Italy that went nowhere fast. I was not looking for anything serious. I needed to focus on school, not men. But that was easier said than done. I had met a few nice Italian men, and they were all too available.
#7
I had come to Florence to study the Renaissance, but I was spending my time drinking and shopping. I was lucky to be experiencing a veritable European dream of culture, art, and ideas, but I was doing it through a haze of cheap Tennessee whiskey.
#8
I left No Entry early every night, before the restaurant closed, to avoid seeing Saro. I was falling for him, but I didn’t trust what came easy. I didn’t trust love or me at love.
#9
I had finally surrendered to the fact that I couldn’t come at love from a defensive position. I had to be open, spontaneous, and brave. I had dreamt of becoming an actress, and I was waiting for Saro at the duomo. But by 11:15 a. m. , my hat and coat were wet.
#10
I had a class in an hour and a half, so I didn’t think it was possible for me to meet Saro. But he insisted, and I eventually agreed. I was excited about the possibility of a future with greatness.
#11
I went to Acqua al 2, an Italian restaurant in Florence. It was the kind of place where upcoming Italian movie stars, indie musicians, leftist politicians, and veterans of the stage dined alongside tourists.
#12
I loved the risotto at Acqua al 2. It was epicurean heaven on a plate. Each grain was soft yet firm at its core, melting delicately like textured velvet in my mouth. I was sure that Caroline thought I was a man-hungry trollop, but I loved spending time with Saro.
#13
I was in rapture after dinner, and when I returned home, I thought about Saro as if he was boyfriend material. I briefly considered a cigarette, though I had never smoked in my life.
#14
I had dinner with Saro, a bicycle thief chef, and I was instantly in love. He was unguarded, and his ease alluring. I felt as though he could walk barefoot on hot coals.
#15
I had a difficult time attaching memories to places, because I had lived in so many different houses throughout my childhood. I had been named after Miriam Makeba, the South African folk singer who was public enemy number one for the South African government.
#16
I was twenty years old when I met Saro, and we fell in love. We spent the summer together in Italy, and when I returned to America, I was willing to take a risk with him. I was ready to be vulnerable and open my heart.
#17
I was quite nervous about meeting my father’s friend, Saro, who I had met online. I was afraid that he would be so intimidated by my father that he wouldn’t say anything. Instead, he arrived on time and at ease.
#18
My mother, who was coming off her second divorce and had begun dating a man who was Muslim, African, and educated in France, did not approve of my decision to study in Florence. She felt I was excluding myself from the possibility of being with someone nonwhite.
#19
I was dating Saro, and my parents were fine with it. They wanted me to be happy, and if that meant I was with a chef from Italy, they were willing to support it.
#20
My father gave me a piece of sage advice when I was in college.