I took like seven pictures, you’ll like one of them.
BA, after capturing me on my iPhone at a restaurant in Italy where lemons surround you like air.
Thousands of lemons, everywhere. Hanging from trees, sitting patiently in bowls, printed on your napkin, painted on your plate drowning in olive oil, spilled into your drink, growing all around you while you eat pasta and bread that was touched by heaven. Yes, I truly believe the bread over there comes from heaven. UGH. The candles were even lemons – which intrigued me to go home and dip my grocery store bought lemons in hot wax and attempt to get them out without burning my fingers off. (I bought one the next day instead. Much safer.)
We were eating at Da Paolino Restaurant in Capri, and if I can recommend anything to anyone, it would be to go book a flight, make reservations, and sit your butt down at this place. (If only it were that easy, right?) But for real, if you ever get the chance, go.
Lemons are my favorite fruit. I have lemon water every morning when I wake up, sometimes adding apple cider vinegar for a little extra detox boost – surprise surprise! But I think I’ve also always obsessed over them because of the color. When I was in second grade, I had this teacher that I wasn’t a huge fan of. Don’t ask me why, because I’m really not too sure. She just threw me off. Maybe it was her, maybe it was the fact that I hated school at this time and had separation anxiety from my parents. I’ll never know. Just the typical second grade drama.
One day, I wore these yellow sweatpants with a matching zip up. I know, horrible. My mom let me dress myself though. She always let me live my life – what a woman. My teacher said the only thing I ever remembered liking from her: I love your yellow outfit, it’s like the sun!
I wore it almost every day until the end of second grade. My mom struggled with that – sorry mom. I think it made me feel better going to her classroom all day.
Ever since then, I would say that my favorite color was yellow. Then it was pink. Sometimes both. But mostly yellow.
So, naturally, being at this dream of a place, surrounded by one of my favorite things, BA took a picture to capture the moment.
Blurriness, some tint of yellow, some leaves, a blurry black dress, a slight hint of my face – kind of, a smile, I see a smile, more blurriness.
I laughed at him and his horrific photo skills, coming off a lemon high. He’s never been the best at taking pictures, the angle is always off or the lighting just isn’t right. Or, the blurriness is at 100%. But hey, he isn’t a photographer and that’s that. You can’t win ’em all.
I laughed because of how real it was, because of what was behind the entire moment. The smile that you could still see, smudged into the picture like a flash of white. The boyfriend behind the phone, clicking the button seven times. The food-baby bump, hidden by my favorite black dress. The lemons. The place. The people.
For that, all of that, I kept the pictures. I uploaded one, because of everything hidden in the fuzziness. I look at the un-perfectly perfect photo and I’m reminded of the little things in life, the little loves. Everything behind the blurred photo.