I've been home for 2 days now. I was in L.A. on the first full day and spent QT with Reyna. We ate dinner at Barefoot, which was surprisingly good, so much so that I kept proclaiming it, "my new favorite restaurant of all time." Today was a pure San Diego day. The weather was beautiful and I was at Horton Plaza, then Robert Cromean, and then later Typhoon Saloon and E Street. I have so many good friends here. "I'm so glad you're back," Lindsay and Abbie said. "You look so pretty," too. I got more positive support than even what my self-absorbed expectations anticipated.
Tracy asked, "Do you have travel depression?" I said, "Yes."
Jason asked, "Do you miss Italy?" I said, "Let me think, YES."
I had a successful venture making pollo cogli odori and opened a new pack of Lavazza to celebrate being home.
It's really as if being away in Europe for a month and a half, regaled with more liberty than my little brain could handle, obliterated the experiences I had shortly before I left. Those things just don't seem to matter anymore.
You can have the universe, but give me Italy.
- Giuseppe Verdi
There is something so precious, so inumerably dear to me, that is neither mine to have nor to hold, but which I tenaciously will not let go of.
These precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was a kid, and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends.
- Alanis Morissette
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 4:14 AM
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