Journaling Reads:
I’ve loved opera ever since I was a little girl. I know it’s supposed to be an acquired taste and you are not supposed to like it right away. But I did. I loved opera pretty much right away. The music just spoke to my soul.
I’d been to the opera a few times in Turkey, where I grew up but I don’t remember it leaving a huge impression. After I moved to New York, my mom came to visit me once and suggested we go see La Traviata which was playing at the Metropolitan Opera.
Since they were last minute seats, my mom and I didn’t even get to sit together. I remember sitting down and worrying that I was going to be bored out of my mind.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. At the Met, the seats in front of you have subtitles so you can follow the story if you so choose. And, as with most operas, La Traviata is a sad sad story. I sat there and wept and wept.
From then on, I went to the Met as often as I could and I got to hear Pavarotti and Domingo and watch my favorite opera, Pagliacci, there, too. I am thankful for amazing music I got to hear at the Met.
What a great text. I too love the Opera. I even took singing lessons and wanted to become an opera singer. You have inspired me to write down some of these memories for the future. Thanks.
wow, opera singer. that’s amazing. i can’t sing to save my life. when you write your memories, i hope you share them with me!!!