Honks echoed through the piazza as Fiats roundabouted faster than Mario Andretti. Four Americans merged with the cheers, white lines of the cross walk blending with the black and white of Vidal's fans. Juventus and Palermo. A pop-rocket explodes confetti under the piazza billboard scrolling assorted Italian phrases. To the right, a tan finger shakes in the face of a boy no older than six, who stepped in front of a blue Vespa. To the right, a man and woman, dressed in color coordination, argue about whether or not he locked the door. Hands fly, a language all their own.
--The reason this image continues to stick out in my mind: this was my first experience of the celebrations that happen here in Spoleto. The fact that Juventus won a soccer game was apparently the most exciting thing and the fact that I witnessed this very public display of excitement was inspiring for me. I loved the fact that some of the people stood and took part in this celebration and others went about their business. It made me curious as to why they were not going to celebrate.
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