So it's almost 3:30 in the morning and I can't seem to keep my mind from running 90 miles per hour.  The hubby is fast asleep and I should have been in bed about 3 hours ago, but yet I'm here three hours later writing in this God forsaken thing which by the way I missed so much during my time in Italy.

I find myself reminiscing an awful lot these days.  I miss the life I had in Italy and as sad as this may sound I believe I'll always look back on those memories and wish I could feel the same way once more.  Gosh, well, it was everything.  Truly it was.  It was the people, the food, the language, the rhythm of the city, the sunsets, oh gosh.. and the espresso.  Oddly enough I don't drink coffee anymore.  It's just not the same.  I'd give anything to have an espresso macchiato done right in America.  It was so bittersweet, you know.  You struggle for six months to learn a language and accustom yourself to the differences in culture and just when you're comfortable, you have to revert.  It's confusing the shit out of me right now.  I just realized it.  When I was there all I could think about was... well in the States we do this.. or we say this... or man the Italians are weird.  Now all of a sudden it's the opposite. 

I miss walking.  I walked all over the place in Firenze.  Buses took longer than walking because of traffic and the city is so small that it just didn't make sense.  I miss the "bar."  The cafes.  I miss the espresso breaks Enrico and Simona and I used to take together.  I miss their laughter.  Their stories.  My questioning them to learn more about definitions of words, what italians really think, or how to cook a certain dish.  I miss my ladies.  For once in my life I had a group of girl friends and we did everything together.  We all learned Italian together.  It's amazing how much fun you can have without being fluent in a language.  The first few months for us were hilarious because our language training limited our conversations to extremely simple Q and As such as.... Oh, so you visited Cinque Terre over the weekend?  Oh how was it?  Did you like it?  Wow, great pictures.  I was so sick of not being able to communicate that I studied double time to learn just a bit faster.  Oh, but what a struggle...what an experience.  We all promised each other we would meet again in Firenze, but promising each other this we all knew things would never be the same again.  We will meet in Firenze again one day but life will change us.  We'll be older, hopefully wiser,and our personalities changed from our experiences, but the city that brought us all together will always be the same Firenze

ok I gotta stop thinking about this before I start sobbing.

i'll end with a pic of my bestest friend and hubby...

this was taken right after the ceremony. 

Plans four our July wedding are coming along.  I already have most of my stationery designed, my mom, mother in law, and brother in law are cooking for our reception, and i've picked out my dress.  I've changed my mind and I'll be buying a dress from David's Bridal.  How does it look like?  You'll see it in my wedding pics.  heee 

Anyhow, classes are good.  Now that I'm minoring in management, I'm starting to wonder why I never went business.  Oh yeah... I forgot... The corporate world is analagous to POLITICS.  THE CAUSE OF ALL THINGS EVIL.  No I'm kidding.  I'm really enjoying my classes.  Who knew I would like accounting and marketing?!?! 

M  U  S  T     S  L  E  E  P.

ciao!

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