"My reader, I hope, I like a friend who comes to visit, learns to mound flour on the thick marble counter and work in the egg, a friend who wakes to the four calls of the cuckoo in the linden and walks down the terrace paths singing to the grapes; who picks jars of plums, drives with me to hill towns of round towers and spilling geraniums, who wants to see the olives the first day they are olives. A guest on holiday is intent on pleasure."
-Under the Tuscan Sun

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

i was sitting in a chair... in the SKY!

Ciao! I have made it safely to the lovely little town of Ariccia! I am so out of it right now, because it's technically 6:05 a.m. Tuesday morning in the states... and 12:05 p.m. tuesday afternoon here! AND I didn't sleep one wink on the flight... so I'm exhausted to say the least.

my day in shorthand: woke up at 6. got to the airport and realize my bag is 60 lb.. that is too heavy. finally board and get to jfk in new york in record time. eat dinner with the girls. start the 7.5 hour trip to rome. COULD NOT sleep at all. watched only the last 30 min. of secret life of bees and cry 3 times. i had no clue what was going on, but it was sad. arrive in rome! wait for 2 hours at the airport for 2 girls who are still MIA. drive to ariccia. walk around in the freezing cold and take pictures of the town while every single man of middle to very old age stares and speaks in italian to his old friends. get locked out of the palace. start unpacking. stop unpacking when i realize how tired i am. write this blog. go to sleep.
Posted by ::Mary Hester Hill:: at 3:03 AM

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