"When two frustrated London housewives decide to rent a villa in Italy for a holiday getaway from their bleak marriages, they recruit two very different English women to share the cost and experience. There, among the wisteria blossoms and Mediterranean sunshine, all for bloom again - rediscovering themselves in ways that they - and we - could never have expected".
The opening monologue went something like this:
"Enchantment some would say or providence perhaps . . .
Were it only that some enchantment would step in for all of us - to change what we have into what we wish for. To bridge the awkward gap between all of many befores and afters. Because for every after found, a before must be loss. Loss by nature is an unbalancing thing. More unbalancing however, is to discover your before - gone - without an after having taken it's place. Leaving you merely to wait and to wonder if there is to be an after at all. Or if, perhaps, waiting and wondering are your after in themselves."
Kind of deep I know. Is waiting an answer in its self?
Every new beginning is some other beginnings end. You can't go forward without leaving something behind. Life is going full circle and we can't stop it.
Does anybody remember the movie "Same Time Next Year'? It was just at this playhouse. . Alan Alda and Ellen Bernstein I believe. . .
"A man and a woman meet by chance at a romantic inn over dinner. Although both are married to others, they find themselves in the same bed the next morning questioning how this could have happened. They agree to meet on the same weekend each year. Each of them always appears on schedule, but as time goes on each has some personal crisis that the other helps them though, often without both of them understanding what is going on. "
Kind of interesting for me.We aren’t what we ought to be. We aren’t what we’re going to be. We aren’t what we want to be. But, thank God, we aren’t what we were. -Anonymous
Just Chatty thinking . . .