Fin

Another adventure comes to a close

Grazie for reading you guys....talking about in person will be even better...

Don't cha

Il ultimo giorno per lavoro.

You know, when I think about how much I have learned from the people I have met already in my short life - how fascinating they were/are...

all kinds...mean ones, smart ones, good taste in music ones, smelly ones, apathetic ones...

it makes me want to meet a whole bunch more of them.

Enjoy the Trilisa gallery -

"One can never get enough"

It will go on the next round of business cards.

I like opera?

I have been in Europe for too long...

Hamburger Poem #1

How is it possible

for a single simple

stimulus to produce

such disparate reactions.

Smile, cringe, giddy,

repulsed all at the same time?

The novelty always,

usually wears off

so very fast.

How many times must

I close my eyes and

plunge under

salt water

before you wash

away.

Needs some work - too much bun and not enough meat.

I have so much to do; I can't believe I only have one more full day left in San Sepolcro.

Long list of to-dos, where do you find me? Reclining in my guest bedroom and reading.

Naturally

Quick, put on some Lady Gaga before I really start to think about what it all means.

For an extremely select demographic

Hey Daddy - I found cousin Mike on Facebook - this is him, Issac, and the new little guy is Mieszko Ezra - just born on the 17th!!! I tell you what, if nothing else the Madison tribe is really really really rediculously good looking :) Mother & Baby are safe and sound.

This other one is a very recent Isaac solo shot - this proves we have at east 2 things in common; killer profiles and large appetites....

When the hell am I going to get you on the phone?

*South Carolina
*Utah
*Boise St
*Troy St
*N. Texas
*Navy (great color, really works with my hair)
*Penn St (Paterno + Ice Cream curriculum = perfection)
*Michigan (Hail!)
*Ohio (I dot the "i")
*Notre Dame (my fists are up in front of the face)
*Georgia(reluctantly)
*Miami Ohio
*Oklahoma (With fringe on the top)
*Missouri (What about a little faith you guys?)
*Rice (and Beans)
*Baylor
*Minnesota (Go Gophers!)
*Army (army green is also very flattering on brunettes)
*Wisconsin
*Purdue (I will try to incorporate "boilermaker" into a conversation this week)
*Stanford (will KILL 'em)
*Auburn
*A&M
*Bama (I can see the homemade Tide detergent signs in my mind's eye)
*Idaho
*UTEP (I fell in love with a Mexican girl)
*CAL (I bought some knock off Birkenstocks yesterday)
*USC (so painful, but necessary)
*Central Michigan (I don't care what you say, I still can't pick U of A)
*UCLA (we play there on your birthday, let's fly down)
******GO HUSKIES!!!******
*Clemson
*Tennessee (I will learn to play chess only if the board is in Tenn. colors)
*Nebraska (Would I call myself a Maizehusker since I am Latina?)
*Texas (Hook 'em horns, YES)
*Mississippi
*Colorado
*Rutgers
*Miami (I'm in Italia b!"£$!)

All picks are made taking the point spread into condsideration, and none are deliberately straight up, for simplicity's sake.

I am feeling pretty good about it

Street & Smith's

HOLY MOLE!!!!! (really shoudn't rhyme, as it should be pronounced "mo-LAY," unless you then pronounced it "ho-LAY mo-LAY," but that seems time consuming and laborious)

I almost completely missed that this is the first week of college football 2009!!!

Why, it's the most wonderful time of the year (arguably) all across the Northern Hemisphere; debatable because the long, luxurious, and often warm days clustered around by birthday and the summer solstice are quite the pleasure - but there's no college ball.

I will look at the line on the interweb and have my picks up before Thursday's games, as my vagabond itinerary for the remainder of my Europa stay will probably not allow for a repeat of this and my season will be left with 2 week scar, straight & pink, but easily worth the new sights and sounds.

I know that with each passing year, it becomes more and more of a challenge to hunt one down, but you better have a PAC 10 copy by now. The question is, which QB is on the cover? I will refrain from googling it and use up some train ride time formulating guesses.

I Io Je Yo

Last day at the desk on Friday, Barcelona on Saturday where I shall proudly exercise my South American Spanish for a few days, and then at long last, my much lusted after Paris. Come to mama.

Entering the home strech here, bittersweetly. This past weekend was both painful and glorious - I know I am laying on the drama thick, but if you have seen me butter toast, nothing new around these parts.

Saturday, I accidently hiked to one of St. Francis' original convents, built in 1192. After walking up hill through Tuscan countryside, whabam! Original chapel, some sort of miraculous spring, statue. What do you know. That last "I should bring my camera" thought went regrettably ignored, which leaves only the fragile and elastic medium of memory to comemerate the occasion.

And now this, I suppose.

I went to Rimini for the day yesterday;

my how I love seeing things out of context.

A consistantly well-coiffed lady without her make up on, scientific facts written for the "layman" (have you read The Selfish Gene?), children around a board table.

Italy's biggest summertime party spot, on a cloudy Sunday around 13:00.

Running into Bastyr students in San Sepolcro.

ANNOUNCEMENT

I am running the Seattle Marathon (now I have to) and I am 95% sure I have convinced my brother to walk the 26.2 as well. More on this later.

I Just Want a Little Magenta, is That Too Much to Ask For?

“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"”

I know that I am supposed to be writing original prose on the good and bad of a new, exotic environment, but that's just good/sounds something like what has been floating around my mind for the past couple of weeks. Terribly pompous sounding when you read it, no? I was afraid of that...

I will most likely be hitchhiking to Montalcino to taste the best wines known to man this weekend, as no one wants to rent a car to my under 25 years of age self (I am pretty sure one place was willing to with a ridic bribe, but it could have been my poor Italian comprehension).

I won't do any hitchhiking after dark, I promise.