I'm slowly accepting the fact that nobody from home really cares about my haps here in Italy. Nobody writes me except my sister (to detail her mall adventures) and then, of course, the usual e-mail for herbal viagra, teen porn, and debt consolidation. But my friend is lending me his laptop and now this means I will spend many an Italian night online, writing e-mail, doing that which I do best in my comfortable hole in San Diego.
Everybody, welcome Cirrus to the world of blogs. I thoroughly enjoy reading her entries although I was not aware that she had so much law-related stuff to do in the first weeks of summer. I feel out of the loop - bumming around in Italy, wandering from basilica to basilica and confined to a diet of panini, cafè, pizza, and gelato. There is nothing else to eat. But I crave the coffee, I really do. No longing for Starbucks at all.
I am having a marvelous time - this is the strangest, most surreal experience I've ever been on. And for those of you who were well-acquainted with me from April 24-May 1 of 2001, you may understand the magnitude of this sentiment.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:31 PM
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