Let Me Tell You ‘Bout the Birds and the Bees and the Flowers and the Trees…

We need bees! I refuse to pay more for anything (except gelato)…

I Have Arrived

I’m here, and it is fabulous. I have met the most interesting people (historians, fashion designers, etc.) and they are so kind and sophisticated and amazing.

It goes without saying that the food and wine are unbelievable. And, I took so many photos on the first day that I ran out of camera battery power. The pictures are surprisingly good and I can’t wait to share them with you.

In fact, the first weekend included all of the following and more:

• culinary delights;
• five-star luxury;
• armed escorts (NOT kidding);
• historical treasures;
• holy moly, the Vatican; and
• buns of steel.

I am learning that I only want to be responsible for myself here; it is challenging to organize others since none of us speak Italian or know the rail system. But, the Italians are sweet and help us as they can. Unfortunately for them, I’ve mastered maybe twenty words in Italian and use them enthusiastically. Sometimes, I count to ten while I walk down the street.

Yes, I am that girl.

More soon. Ciao for now! (I told you: I am that girl.)

An Ode to the Papas

My very own Papa will be on an airplane Sunday (boo), so we’re celebrating Father’s Day tonight. Happy Father’s Day, Papa! You are definitely the best (the boy child concurs, AND we’ve actually been told this by people who aren’t your children) and we lurve you. Safe trip.

What are you doing for the dad in your life?

Time Machine? Anyone?

Sorry to be delinquent in writing, but this trip is just around the corner. Not complaining, but there’s a lot to do to get ready. Aside from the obvious, like schoolwork (blah) and workwork (blah), there’s getting one’s hair done (did you know Italians LOVE blonds?) and packing and planning excursions. Tell you what: do these things for me (well, maybe not my hair) and I’ll take you, too.

What does the weekend hold for you?

This Is Just Weird

To each his own, but I don’t understand the urn AND the Pringles can.

Guess I Won’t Go There…

It appears they have a little trash problem in Naples, Italy. This is just the latest flare-up over garbage in the country. You know, not to be insensitive, since it’s all interrelated, but I’ll take garbage on the street over garbage in my cheese any day.

Since I have a limited amount of time in Italy, I plan to visit Rome, Bologna, Milan, Lake Como, Florence and Venice. Here is hoping the only trashy thing about any of those cities are the men who grab women’s bumbums.