So I have been doing some thinking about my travels, and I've come to realize a few things about myself.
First, let me start by saying that before I left, I vowed to dance in every beautiful place I came across. Well, I've been doing a lot of dancing. But, I've also been doing a lot of napping. I took a splendid nap in Venice, in the sun, in a little alcove next to the Grand Canal. I took some good naps in various parks in Paris. I took a glorious nap on a beach in Barcelona, sprawled out in the sun. I'm going to be going to Cinque Terre, and I'm planning on taking a nap there. When I go to Sienna in a week, I'm going to nap there. I'm going to go back to Rome for a day, and you know what, I'm going to nap there as well. I think that I'm going to travel the world and write a book on napping my way around the globe. hahaha! Do you think anyone would read it?
I've also realized that I love pasta. At this point it might be beyond love, it might be an addiction. Over spring break I went a week (just a week) without eating pasta, and I went into withdrawal. I missed pasta, I even missed boring red sauce. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I eat pasta for dinner 6 nights a week. And the only reason it's only 6 is because about one day a week I have pasta for lunch and don't eat it for dinner because I'm too stuffed to make a big meal again. This could be a problem!
all my love,
Emily
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