My youngest went to Italy the fall before she graduated, which meant she'd be away from home for a whole semester without us seeing one another, which neither of us was ready to accept. So after I quit my job at the library, I booked a two-week trip to Milan (and a week-long stay in Rome we can discuss later) that almost convinced me to give up my American citizenship. And don't I feel stupid now, that I decided to come back to this sinking ship?
Anywhores, here are some of my favorite memories from my time as a carefree gal in the streets of Milan and other neighboring towns.
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| Lake Como ain't just for the Clooneys of the world |
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| The actual Last Supper by DaVinci |
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| A view from the top (of Il Duomo) |
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| Only I'd run into a book fair abroad |
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| Authentic bolognese in Bologna |
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| Learning to make egg pasta in someone's home |
Love & Balls,
Jaded
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and all the things that I used to be afraid of
suddenly it all disappear...
and you remain my most favorite thing
and everywhere I go you're here with me
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