Leg 1: Paris, France
Leg 2: L'Abri, Hampshire/London, England
Leg 4: Lyon/Nice, France
Leg 5: Cinque Terre/Venice/Florence/Rome, Italy
I'm ready to head out. I've been to France and England before but never to Italy. I've never really wanted to go to Italy. I've recently been wondering why and I think I have it about figured out. I'm an asshole, basically. Italy seemed like the cool kid at school who everyone dressed like, tried to talk to, emulate, befriend. And I'm the jealous emo kid who rolls her eyes as Senori Italia rolls up in a shiny Mazeratti. Oh, don't get it twisted, I'd totally fall all over myself if he actually tried to talk to me, but until then, I'd sip my espresso in a Parisian Cafe and write poetry about the guy I hate but am secretly in love with. Well, looks like Italy and I are finally going to break the awkward tension.
haha awesome post. Keep posting. I am reading.
ReplyDeleteC'est deja deux jour. Comment ca va? Vous me manquez? Vous me manquez deja tous deux.
ReplyDeleteBonjour papa. Bientôt, vous saurez pourquoi il y a eu un tel silence long. Je vous aime. Nous sommes fatigue.
ReplyDeleteHello? Anyone home? (echo....) I miss you guys, glad to hear you made it safe. Ha! Atlantis...and the adventures begin...
ReplyDeleteOh, poor Amy,all alone in that giant mansion. Is the cat proving to be bad company? I'm surprised... I won't say a word if this one disappears while we're away...not a damn word. Went to the Arc...I'll tell you about it in the Cinque....smash the cat for me, tell him how ugly and dumb he is.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah cat food?
ReplyDeleteYes, pops, but it's up to you, I really think he'd make it in the wild, I think he wants to be free...
ReplyDeleteHow is it going? I really am beginning to miss you two ... a lot! You better be having ONE-HELL-OF-A- FUN-TIME!!!
ReplyDeleteWell said asshole.
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