when words won’t do justice

it’s about time for a picture post, isn’t it? it’s raining and i’m sitting at a cafe and nuns are singing in a chapel nearby. it feels like a good time for pictures. these are just from my phone; better ones will come later. that’s a promise. hold me to it. the main street, corso…

missings

this friday it’ll be a month since i left for italy. that feels impossible – both in that it can’t have been that long and i can’t have fit so many adventures and new experiences into such a short span of time. i miss pancakes. and i missed an opportunity to go to pompeii/capri/the amalfi…

to the readership

say something. say anything. just please speak up so I know if you actually exist. this blogging thing, it’s soul-baring and terrifying. as an english major i express myself primarily in essays and to a limited, known audience. the level of vulnerability that publishing pieces on the internet introduces is a very new, very uncomfortable…

when in rome

so i went to rome for the weekend. um what. i’m never going to get used to this. i don’t think i want to. anyway. we saw lots of things and went lots of places and my head is so full of facts and new ideas to consider that it’ll take weeks to think through…

a week in review

{because lists are still my favorite} 1. i have pro-level mosquito-killing skills after a week of slapping myself all over and scratching almost constantly. 2. i get really excited when i kill a mosquito, and then immediately depressed because unlike bees, a single mosquito can account for dozens of bites and though i’m on a…

will the irony never cease

on our first full day in orvieto (almost a week ago, which seems absolutely impossible both in that it’s already been a week and that it’s only been a week), prof doll explained to us, as one of the dozens of points he touched on that evoked a response and encouraged further contemplation, the philosophy…

this is it, boys

so i just got back from eating gelato (i tried bacio, christa! it was deeeeee-licious. also croccante all’amarena, great stuff) while sitting in front of the duomo under the stars. i’m pretty sure “magical” is the only appropriate word. i don’t ever want to get used to this. it’s only been two full days and…