Verona is one of the top romantic getaways in Italy. The place is famous for its arts, culture, architecture and some said that there’s a house and a balcony in this place that is said to belong to Juliet in Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Lovers (and otherwise) visit this place every year to see Juliet’s balcony and some wrote letters and leave it posted at the walls. Letters of love, despair and anything under the romantic sun. Before the day is over, secretaries of Juliet collect these letters, read them individually and responds to them one-by-one. Each letter subject is divided among the four secretaries of Juliet with each responding according to their line of specialty in relationships and commitments.
I have been writing letters back in College. Unfortunately I haven’t set foot in Verona, nor I have known the place then, and that probably is the reason why I got zero reply. Even then I kept writing until there’s nothing left to write and every word has been forgotten. As time passes by, I have learned to channel my literary inclination away form letters and pens to Red Horse beer and friends. It was good then and it still is now. Ironically, I noticed that the harder I get drunk the better I write so I better drink and write. :o)
Sophie Hall is a fact checker in the New Yorker and her fiancé Victor is about to open an Italian Restaurant in New York. Before their wedding, they went to Verona, Italy for what they call a pre-honeymoon tour. While in Verona, Victor was busy meeting with his clients and suppliers for his soon-to-open restaurant while Sophie discovered the world of Juliet’s Secretaries and eventually gets to answer a fifty year old letter she found hidden deep in the walls. After days, the Claire, old lady who wrote the letter years ago came back to Verona to write the ending to her first love story with Lorenzo Bartolini.
Sometimes, like Claire, we too get our second chances to rewrite history. But second chances don’t come in handy. It’s like winning game 7 in the NBA finals, the ring won’t be given to you, you have to slug it out, bleed and be broken again. If this is basketball, the ball is out of my hands now. It’s up for the opposing team to take the last shot. The last shot is the most important shot in the game, making the shot or missing it doesn’t really matter in the end game, what matters most is the CHANCE given to take the last shot. Without it, you’ve lost the game without giving out a fight.
Unfortunately for Claire, there are a lot of Lorenzo Bartolini’s in this side of Italy. They have to knock on doors and travel miles just to find the real Lorenzo. It is Claire’s willingness and courage to re-write her ending that lead her to go back to Verona, but just as she has seen the road to Lorenzo, she came to realize the madness that she had done. So as not to spoil the ending, I leave the rest to your imagination.
“I got tired of waiting wondering if you were ever coming around..”
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