Lens-Artists PC: As memorable as they come

I’ve got some moments in my life that I will never forget but this one I can not only never forget but also still feel after almost nine years.

Double surprise

On my first birthday in Tuscany, one month after I moved there for amore, I am waiting for him to come home from work. He works in Rome, one hour and a half away by everything.

Even though usually he cooks, the dinner is nearly ready, only pasta is left to be boiled. But he keeps missing his trains, postponing his arrival. I don’t get it. Finally he informs me that his train will come around 11 pm. Our car is waiting for him at the station.

When I hear the car arrive outside our home, something is off. I hear voices. There is nobody living around here, you don’t just bump into people that late. Who could that be with him? I go out. We don’t even have bestia yet. I open the gate – and let out a little shriek, as a wounded animal would.

My parents are standing outside by the car, as if someone beamed them up. It was him, amore, who did it, met their train in Rome, arranged everything behind my back, and I never saw it coming. I have to hold on to the gate. It is probably the closest I have ever come to fainting.

It’s not just that my parents are here. And they are! They stay two nights and we only have one day together. But they can finally see what in the middle of nowhere means in my case. What a nice home we have. How good it is. How cold it is, even thought it is middle of May, almost in Africa. That is the point, that is the big surprise and the perfect present.

But another lurking surprise let itself be known: He is good. He is slick. He is so good at hiding things that I don’t ever need to worry. Unless he makes sure I do, it’s not that I will ever find out.


These photos are from the visit in question in May 2013. Dad took the ones with me in them. Our one evening, one day and one morning went by so quickly and they had to board the train and leave again. They returned often but not since 2018.

Thank you, Leya, for a chance to revisit this memory. Your desert is splendid.

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Leya: Memorable Events

This day in my blogging history

Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

37 thoughts on “Lens-Artists PC: As memorable as they come

  1. I used to not like surprises when I was young…but that has changed. And your story is a wonderful reminder of what surprises can mean! Your family men are incredible – the women too. And bestia! Love it that you shared with us! Thank you! ♥

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    1. You’re most welcome, Leya, and thank you for this opportunity. There were other memorable events in my life but this one certainly takes the cake. And I hope refreshing this site before commenting will eliminate the trouble next time.

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    1. Haha, she is, Lois! Today she told me that she would turn 80 in four years (Whaaaaaaat???) and that surprise rapper who turned up at her 70th birthday party had not much time to organise that big rap festival for her 80th as he had promised. 😀

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      1. I am sure. A similar story happened with me after my daughter and her family moved away with my young grandson. Not sure how they were able to keep it from me, but they did.

        I am glad they all live close again, so I can watch them grow up.

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  2. Oh God I love this story… Happiest Birthday to you dearest Manja! I am sure that was a lovely wonderful surprise, I could feel it in your words. Thanks for sharing us these mementos. Yor family is wonderful…and yes, you´ve got lucky with that Hubby of yours behind. Cheers!

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  3. Oh my goodness! What a wonderful birthday surprise! Amore sure is great a planning a surprise party!!!! Thank you for sharing this lovely memory – it is a great way to start my day!

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