Tuesday, September 22, 2015

The Most Beautiful View

This summer I had the incredible opportunity to spend a day in one of the most beautiful places on earth—the island of Capri, just off the Amalfi Coast in Italy. This tiny island is both rugged and sophisticated at the same time. Its beauty is utterly captivating.

B and I, along with our daughter, Kate, had just come off what was, for me, a harrowing chair lift experience (long story that you can find on Instagram) and decided it was time to find some lunch, so we stopped in the first restaurant we found. Turns out, it was a good choice—the pizza was amazing and the views of the Mediterranean Sea were spectacular.

We were seated in the middle of the room because all of the tables next to the windows were taken by tourists enjoying the view. Everyone, that is, except for the table next to ours, which was occupied by an American family—Mom, Dad, and two teenage-ish daughters.

On their phones.

All four of them.

Heads down. Thumbs scrolling.

I watched them, stunned that this was even happening. (Don’t worry. There was no chance that they’d even notice me staring at them.)

Did they not realize that the spectacularly blue Mediterranean Sea was about a thousand feet straight below them? Did they not see the picturesque whitewashed houses with their bougainvillea vines blossoming red? Did they not appreciate the stunning atmosphere of Capritown with its cobblestone streets and ritzy shops that smelled of expensive leather?

What on Facebook could be so important that this family would barely even glance out the window?

Their food came and I thought surely they would put the phones away—doesn’t everybody do that? But nope, there they sat, eating and scrolling and not talking.

(Except for one sister to say to the other, “Oh, hey, did you hear that Tiffany bought a prom dress already?”)

I seriously wanted to send all four of them packing! They didn’t deserve to be there, in the most beautiful place on Earth eating some of the freshest tomatoes on the most delicious homemade pasta they will ever taste.

If it hadn’t been for my daughter kicking me under the table, I probably would have leaned over and said something to them.

More than being annoyed (although I was this, too), I felt sorry for them. Here was a family that had probably long ago given up trying to talk to each other. Here were parents who were relieved that their daughters had found something to do. Here were girls who were glad to not have to interact. It was all kind of sad to me.

Recently a friend mentioned that in their house they have “No Phone Zones,” and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that. This friend said that the kitchen table was one of their most sacred No Phone Zones because that is where all the important work got done. The family work. The work of talking to and learning from each other. The work of acceptance. The work of communication.

Sacred work.

The view at the kitchen table is a holy view—the eyes of children and parents looking into one another’s and finding love and restoration. Here is where we look past the blue and green and brown to look into the hurts or joys of the day. Here is where we check in to see if everything is all right.

Here is where we look deeply, intently, purposefully at the most beautiful view on Earth.

Do me a favor today, will you? Establish your table as a No Phone Zone. Take a few minutes to look one another in the eye, for this is where love begins and ends. Spend a few minutes checking in, taking account of each other’s day.

And then spend a few more minutes, lingering over the view.

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  1. I'm with you Shelly. That trip was WASTED on that family!! I would LOVE to have been able to sit there and look at that view, and I can promise you I would NOT have been on my phone. I would have been soaking up the beautiful view of the Mediterranean. Our kids are grown, but we never allowed cell phones at the table. That was our "family time" and I cherish those memories of all four of us sitting down for supper. Yes, I have a cell phone, and I use it and I'm thankful to be able to stay in contact with my family. But it is NO REPLACEMENT for being there in person when you can be. Thanks for sharing. Blessings my Chicago friend . . . all the way from Missouri :)!

    1. Thanks, MO friend! I always appreciate your encouraging comments. :)

  2. Our table is supposed to be a No Phone Zone, although we forget sometimes. Still, I'm determined to make this rule stick, so we can set the right example well before our girls even dream of having their own phones!

    1. It's hard to set an example, but trust me, you don't want to end up looking like that family. It was SO SAD!! Hang in there, Mary!

  3. Oh, those poor people. Hope they didn't distract you from the beauty of your surroundings! I've never been to Capri. We were going to visit the Amalfi coast when we spent a couple of weeks in Rome back in 2012, but we just never made our way down there. One needs a lot of time to spend in Italy!

    I like the idea of making the kitchen table a no-phone zone. . . except, at our house, for an after-dinner game we like to play. Jack or one of our sons uses a phone to search for music on Spotify, and then uses the Sonos app to play the music. We play Name that Tune and have a great time! Or sometimes we play Fun Facts, and one of the boys will use his phone to search Wikipedia for fun facts. Smart phones can add fun and enrichment to our lives if we don't let them take over.

    1. I totally agree about after-dinner games! And Name That Tune is one of our favorites. We also love looking up You Tube videos . . . AFTER dinner is long over.

  4. Your descriptions of the island make me want to go back and read your post again. The Amalfi coast is one of the most spectacular places in the world! Excellent post. Thank you.

    1. It is stunning, isn't it? When were you there, Beverly? Thanks for your kind words. :)