"Not at all. It is more and less than I ever imagined." She took Brianna's hand and led them to the edge of the large reservoir. "There is a legend told about this fountain that says that anyone who tosses a coin into the fountain will return to Rome again." She pulled two lire pieces from her pocket. "What do you say, Brianna Brianna? Shall we make a pact to return here together one day?"
For answer, Brianna brought the coin to her lips, kissing it before letting it fly from her grasp. Charisma laughed and did the same. Then Brianna caught her hand and they headed back to the small room they were sharing in the hostel.
"This city is amazing," Brianna commented as she curled up on her bed. "So much history and yet so modern and alive at the same time."
"So no more issues, then?"
"Not really - nothing like I felt at the Coliseum. That was just creepy. Besides, the Sistine Chapel and the Vatican were incredible. I'm glad we came here."
"So am I. I was uneasy about coming here and after your reaction at the Coliseum, I was afraid I might be right in my feeling. I'm glad we proved me wrong. I really wouldn't mind coming here again. But?."
"But??"
"I need to figure out how to shrink to the size of my four year old niece before we come back."
Brianna's eyebrow went into her forehead. "Why? Most women would kill to look like you do."
"Maybe," Charisma agreed dismissively, "but they don't make clothes for women my size here. Did you see how tiny everything in the display windows was?"
"Yeah, but you don't want to be that tiny."
"Why not?"
"You're better than that. C'mon, Ri? think about this a minute. It may be the eighties, but it's going to be hard enough for you to be taken seriously as a woman in politics. Do you really want to be dismissed out of hand because you look like a four year old child?"
Charisma glared. "You know what I mean."
"Yes, and you know what *I* mean. You're a beautiful woman, Charisma. Don't discount that, and don't pretend like it doesn't matter to the people you'll need to eventually vote for you. Looks may not be everything, but they are part of the overall package."
Charisma blinked at Brianna's vehement tone. "Where is all this coming from, Bri?"
Brianna blew out a frustrated breath. "It bothers me to hear you talk like that about yourself, Charisma. You have so much to offer the world as the person you are. I hate to hear about you trying to change that to conform to some image you think you should have."
"But I should allow my looks to influence the way people see me."
"You're twisting my words. Your looks *do* influence the way people see you - that is true for everyone. But it is even truer for a politician. You have to present them with the picture you want them to see. You like Italian fashion? Excellent? great - I don't blame you. Have it tailored to suit you. Don't change your whole life for it. You shouldn't have to change your whole life for anything, Ri. Stick to your guns on the things that matter most to you - the rest will settle itself."
Charisma narrowed her eyes before sticking out her tongue. "When did you get to be so smart?"
"I've been smart; it's why they gave me a law degree with summa cum laude after it."
"Smartass."
"Better than a dumbass, I always say. Now shut up and go to sleep. If we're going to Florence tomorrow, we need to get some sleep tonight."
"Have you always been this bossy?"
"Yes. It is the sign of a great manager. Now go to sleep."
"But?."
"I have duct tape and I know how to use it."
"Meanie."
"It will fix that pouty lip too, ya know."
"I hate you."
"Goodnight, Charisma."
************
"Okay, this is kinda gross. I may never drink wine again."
"Why? We washed our feet."
"I know we did. I was thinking more along the lines of the gooshey feeling this is producing between my toes. It's just slimy."
Charisma covered her eyes and struggled to maintain her balance. "Thank you for the visual, Brianna Brianna. I could have gone a long time without imagining that. C'mon," she added, tugging on Bri's arm and easing out of the large vat. "Let's see what else there is to do here."
They had stopped in Pisa on their way to Florence as a matter of course, taking the obligatory pictures and climbing there way up the narrow flight of stairs to look out over the town made famous by its leaning tower. A local wine festival had attracted them and made them impromptu grape crushers, and the locals welcomed them with enthusiasm.
"That was a lot of fun," Charisma commented as she licked at the gelato she held in her hand. "Despite your slimy gooshiness."
"Don't blame me. That's the way it felt."
"You didn't need to share it though. I'm fairly certain the vinters would prefer not to have that image of their wine making process."
"Well, we can say we made wine once. We just won't share the gruesome details."
"I'm sure folks will be glad if we don't."
They were back on the train on their way to Florence. Brianna wanted to see David, to see if it lived up to the spectacle that had been the Sistine Chapel. Frankly, she didn't see how it possibly could, but since it was considered one of the showpieces of the Renaissance?.
She tilted her head to one side and then the other, narrowing her eyes at Charisma when she heard the soft chuckle coming from beside her. "Are you laughing at me?" she growled, though it was a struggle to keep the twinkle out of her eyes.
"Yes," Charisma replied bluntly. "How is tilting your head helping?"
"It's not, actually," Brianna said as she straightened. "I think a grape leaf might be the only thing that could save him."
Charisma couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled over at Brianna's words and she took Brianna by the arm and led her from the building under the watchful stares of the other patrons. "C'mon, Brianna Brianna. I've had enough culture and art to last me for a while. Let's go find some fun."
Fun was fairly easy to find - there were tavernas with good food and cheap beer, squares filled with dancing and a number of beaches along the coast to deepen their tans and erase any tan lines they had left. They met any number of young people, but none more interesting to either of them than the company they were already keeping. So they made their way across the Riviera to Barcelona, Spain and the end of their European journey.
Barcelona was odd and quirky and exciting and in the midst of making their bid for the Summer Olympic Games. Still there was a lot to see and do, though some of it was definitely more fascinating than others.
"Well, I liked Gaudi and that funky church, but I could have done without Picasso."
"Yeah? me too. What about Dali?"
Charisma shrugged. "He was more interesting, but still a little weird. I am beginning to think it's a requirement of all artists."
Brianna laughed. "I'd be inclined to agree with that. Prof Mac preached it, as a matter of fact."
"Weirdness?? Boy, that explains a lot," ducking away from the expected slap.
"No, goofball - thinking outside the box. He believes that any artist - painter, writer, sculptor - has to see beyond what everyone else does to be a true artist."
"Maybe. But it takes real talent to make everyone else appreciate and understand what you're seeing. Some of that?" motioning vaguely with her hands. "I don't think I'll ever get it."
"That's okay - some of that I'd rather not get? ever."
It was quiet for a long time after that and just as Brianna started to fall into a doze, Charisma spoke softly into the darkness.
"I've had a wonderful time on this trip, Brianna. So many good memories."
"For me too, Ri. I will always treasure this time in my life."
Charisma chuckled lightly. "We're acting like this is goodbye forever or something," the thought causing a pang in her heart.