Remember I was saying here how my American friends are deserting me? Well, one of them came back today and I couldn’t be more thrilled. He was a little zombie looking like and and a little offline, but who wouldn’t after all those hours spent in the air. I guess jet lag is a bitch and I hope I can find that out on my own skin sometime soon. August seems to wrap up its things and move...
Yesterday was all about lingering and chilling with my amazing man and my beautiful Ephia. After all the fun of jumping in bed, having lunch together and enjoying a well deserved nap, we went to party in the cemetery. As I have said many more times before, one of the members from my Writers Group, the more colorful one as I like to consider her, lives in a beautiful monumental cemetery and she...
When I moved to Florence, almost five years ago, I didn’t want to make new friends; I was so tired of hanging out and talking shit, listening to everyone’s problems that I felt like I needed a break, so a change without anyone I knew around me was perfect. You tend to love your stayed-behind friends more when you are far away and you have only the internet to speak to them (and sometimes...
