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Da: Elisabetta
Date: 15/07/2003
Time: 10.19
A tropical love story Before to start I have to apologize for my bad English,
but it is important for me to tell you this love story, therefore forgiven
please my errors. That autumn was Jordan to change my life, to give me back the
lost happiness. The warm summer was ended and with her our love and my happiness
. The arrival of the first cold winds from north extinguished ours last
lightnings of love and our story it appeared suddenly poor indeed, grey and
without colors like the wall of our room by the daily routine, by the to repeat
every day the same thing , because our egoism that left us to feel our own
anguishes only, forgetting that instead we were in 2 to live in that mini
apartment, forgetting us, our promises and the strong passion that had united to
us, by now so far , so unreal as a flash of a love movie seen many time ago and
of which is remembered vaguely only the plot and a bitter end. I had loved
Gianni with all my heart, he had become a part of me and he let me feel woman as
anybody before, with him I had made a lot of projects , I would have climbed one
hundred mountains and crossed thousand rivers with him ; I was her woman, her
friend and her accomplice and he was the all world for me . But only a cold
grayness had remained around us, the beautiful and great love had flown away
with the last leaves of the autumn . I was depressed indeed; which sense had to
continue to live by now on this way? And then Jordan arrived. She was a very
good friend from a long time and a positive and happy girl and she knew how to
transmit her positiveness to whom stay next to her. She knew me very well and
immediately she told me " my dear , you really need to breathe a little of
tropic ! " She had just returned from Thailand and she had remained enthusiastic
about a Resort that she defined " magic " and that it was certain it would have
saved our love and my life too . " You go there, finds that blessed Emerald
Garden Resort and get the room 12. . . and then you will let me know !! " she
told me already going away . Could I answer “ no” to her ? She give me the web
site also www.krabiemerald.com and to find it was very easy . Also to convince
Gianni it was very easy , but he follow me with a resigned and sadness apathy,
and not at all with enthusiasm . We arrived at Emerald ( in Aonang, Krabi )
accompanied by a fantastic flaming sunset and we succeeded to getting the room
12. In the realty the 12 was already booked for us by Jordan, that she knew very
well that in high season it was impossible to find a free room in Emerald.
Emerald was magic indeed, so many small cottages completely covered by the
jungla as in a cartoon, a green emerald sea from which jump the two swimming
pools of a blue fluorescent framed from more fluorescent bouganvilles. All
around orchids and thousand colored birdies with their magic jingle ; a true
Eden. Something was happened, that purple sunset and all those palms touched us
in the deep; something started to strong pulse again inside us. And then we
entered in the room 12. The pretty Thai girls unbelievable kind that accompanied
us, they appear as many baby doll in their fantastic Siam uniform and they where
in the same time a delicious frame of that tropical and oriental feeling. The 12
was at the first floor of a cottages placed in the mean of the village; the
under floor was completely covered by flowered and climbing plants that emerged
curious from the two windows , and on which seemed of to float as on a soft
emerald cloud. The two windows were to skylight and the whole ceiling it was as
a crypt giving mach more a fable aspect to the whole; one looked at the swimming
pool from which reflexes blue indigo was coming and the other looked on the
green cloud of the jungla, with in first piano the fall of a river and on
surround the sea, the bay of Not Parat Thara, where calms and wise elephants
stays. Sublime. The baby doll in their pretty Thai uniform had prepared the bed
a canopy Siam style with an enormous heart of petals fuxia and they had left a
bottle of Champagne with his bucket and two dishes of mango, that I can warranty
you, exalts the taste of the Champagne much more than the strawberries. Gianni
and I waved literally. There was around us too much colors , the warm and fizzy
air perfumed of tropics and of love, and we were finally in front of us, again,
finally to feel us so next, so near , alive and pulsing love again and full of a
love for too much time kept closed in who knows what deep meander of our heart.
There we are finally remembered who we were and where we wanted to go together,
we have found again our lost rainbows and the tinkle of our mornings , finally
ours again . I will owe do something for Jordan and for that Resort in some ways
; they have saved me, me and our love ; to Jordan I know what to do already and
leave me keep it secret now, to the Emerald Garden Resort, that I’ll never
forgot, I can just talk of it to all of you , and to recommend it to you with my
whole heart... " .. and then you will let me know ! ". Sonia -
lovers@aonang.com
A tropical love story