“Dove e Gilda?”
We must have said it a hundred times. The four of us, unlikely companions and fast friends, asking locals this question in our attempts to ascertain the location of a certain club. Walking the streets of Rome after midnight in the very first hours of that new year, searching for our very own Gadot.
I’m not sure if anyone remembers how we gained the information that Gilda was the place to be that night, the four of us young and daring in a foreign land, looking for adventure and revelry. But, despite the haziness as to the origin of the information, we were on a quest, and would not be denied the promise of dancing, drinks and debauchery.
It began after a delicious and lengthy dinner at a restaurant tucked beneath the Spanish Steps, shared with our newfound friends from Texas that we happened to meet on the bus from the hotel, two young and carefree couples venturing out into the great vast city of Rome.
The New Year arrived at the stroke of midnight, as it is known to do, and we rejoiced with champagne and fireworks above that immense square, surrounded by what seemed like every single Italian citizen. Once the celebrated moment had passed, the crowds dispersed, allowing us the chance to wander the city streets, beginning our quest for Gilda.
“Dove e Gilda?” we began to ask as we wandered aimlessly. We were met with uncomprehending looks, some shrugs, and some attempts to direct us towards our destination. With each attempt at helpfulness, a different direction would be suggested. And so, we walked. And walked. And walked.
We walked past the Trevi fountain, stopping for just a moment to gaze upon the wonder of those huge statues, the flowing water misting the air around us. But we did not linger, for we were on a quest.
We walked past the Pantheon, almost not even realizing what the spherical domed building was, until it was pointed out to us by someone. We dared not go inside to look up at the sky through the round hole in the ceiling, though. There was no time for star-gazing when our eyes had to focus on earthly goals.
The Roman Forum almost went unnoticed as well, as the collapsing pillars and ruins of that open space were almost too difficult to see in the dark. But there was no time to stop and view them, anyway. We were determined to search onward.
The more we walked, the more determined we became to eventually reach our destination. Spending hours walking the streets of Rome, only to make the occasional stop in a local bar, for shots of Grappa to refuel ourselves for the journey. Craving the feeling of accomplishment and joy that the eventual discovery of our objective would bring. Much like Columbus discovered our very own country . . . already occupied, but still claimed as his very own. Such would we return the favor in his home country, staking our flag in Gilda, feeling as if we owned this sainted land after our efforts to suss it out from its secreted location.
But it was never to be. The closest we came to Gilda was the question that repeatedly traipsed across our lips during our search. “Dove e Gilda?” We will never know. We spent our night searching and not finding, yet we found ourselves experiencing the city and that New Years Day in a way we never would have expected. And never will forget.
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