crazy fate....

Two years ago when I studied in Rome I was sitting in St. Peters by myself just thinking when this man came up to me and asked if I would read a poem that was about me. He told me that if I liked it, he would sign it and give it to me. I was flattered and loved it and I ended up talking to him for awhile. He was born and raised in Rome and worked as a sales man but on the side he wrote poems, he even had published a book. It was a neat experience and I often think about him when I am in St. Peters. My cousin Keri came to visit me and we were catching each other up on our lives (she was studying in Brig, Switzerland) sitting in St. Peters Square. I told her the story about Vincenzo (the man who wrote the poem for me). As I finished telling her the story he walked right by and sat down next to us. I saw he was writing and I introduced myself to him and he remembered! We ended up talking for awhile and he wrote a poem about Keri and I. It is such a small world...