Ok everyone, I have a confession to make. I have somewhat of an obsession. This obsession is with an Italian singer by the name of Tiziano Ferro. At the age of 16, when I first arrived in Italy, a volunteer from the organization I went abroad with and now a close friend by the name of Annalisa mentioned his name to me when I asked her about popular Italian music. I went home to look up his music and the rest is history. It has gotten to the point that whenever someone in my host family hears a song by Tiziano, they immediately think of me. I went to Tiziano’s concert 5 years ago in 2012 and I cried the whole entire time. My cousin’s Giorgia and Federico took me with my aunt Betta. It is a day I will never forget. This week’s post is about the equally amazing experience I had last Monday when my host cousin Federico got me (once again) tickets to Tiziano Ferro’s concert at the San Siro stadium in Milan!!!! Spoiler Alert: I cried again.
It all started a few months ago, I got a frantic call from my host mother asking me if I already bought my flight ticket to Italy for the wedding. When I said I hadn’t, she let out a sigh of relief and said it was because she wanted to make sure I arrived before the 19th of June to sign paperwork in the city hall a week before the wedding as one of my host sister’s testimonies for her marriage certificate. Now that I think back, how did I believe this ridiculous lie?? I made sure to arrive well before the 19th to “sign some papers.” Once I got here, my host mom immediately took me to Federico’s house. When we arrived, he told me to come in and see a surprise he had for me. I nearly fainted when I saw two tickets for June 19th in Milan to see the love of my life!!!! He got them for me as a graduation gift. Everything was an elaborate story to make sure I was here for the day of the concert.
After what seemed like a year of waiting, the 19th finally arrived and Federico and I took off for our road trip to Milan (about three hours north of my host town). Tiziano put on a performance I will never forget. Federico took a photo of me with my Kleenex and tear-filled eyes. Sorry for the horrible quality of this week’s photos. I didn’t bring my Nikon in fear of losing it or breaking it in the likely possibility of fainting.I told my host sister (the one getting married tomorrow) that I will remember the concert as the most beautiful experience I had this time in Italy. She didn’t find that funny. I took a photo of the official tour shirt I bought. If I am being honest, it is wrinkled because I have been wearing it for like 4 days. I promise I will wash it soon, but that shirt was so close to the actual Tiziano Ferro so I am reluctant to do it!
Before I conclude, I want to say that this post has a lot of meaning to me. It may seem silly and I know I sound like a super crazed fan, but as a young student in a strange country with no language skills at all, learning the lyrics of Tiziano Ferro’s songs taught me so much about the language and the culture when I was studying abroad. I owe Tiziano Ferro a lot for making such beautiful music that further sparked my interest in the Italian language. Grazie Amore. ❤
This is it everyone! Next Friday, I will already be in Morocco! I can’t believe it. Maybe I will finally have a nice plate of couscous to share with you all.
Until then, I will leave you with a link to one of my favorite songs by Tiziano. ❤