damn the proletariat!

disgruntled.

i tried to extend my flight for a few days and didn't find out until the last minute that it wasn't possible. so i rushed to milan and to the airport only to find out that my flight was cancelled due to a strike. so now i am in some stupid hotel in the middle of nowhere waiting for a flight tomorrow morning. i can see a large road and some trees... that's about it. the restaurants they keep sending me to seem only able to serve me salads and fruit due to my 'vegetarian no cheese' diet. that is of course, after they look at me like a superfreak (no cheese!). this diet, along with waiting in various lines for hours wearing my huge backpack, seems to be aggravating my 'funny tummy'... can't i visit any foreign country without getting violent and innappropriately timed diarrhea? (sorry, pamela).

i'll be in vancouver late on the 27th and then heading to vic shortly after that.

what's another day of homesickness? i'm lucky to have a home that i love enough to feel sick for.

time to go dance around in my hotel room singing italian songs that i don't really know the lyrics of. i wish i had a book other than nietzsche or the bible to read....

24 and there's so much more

you score 2 cool points if you know what song that's from.

happy birthday mee. whee!

think vivaldi as you read- you could even put on the four seasons if you felt really ambitious

possible prettiest city in the whole wide world: venezia! omigodomigodomigod! whew! federico and i just spent the weekend there and it was a brilliant, gorgeous place like none i've ever seen. you'd think that you'd get bored of water and colourful buildings and ancient bridges but nope! and you'd think that piazza san marco would get less impressive after seeing it ten times but nope! you wander wander wander through those tiny little streets, chaotic and yet peaceful, and suddenly you're standing out in the sun staring at this incredible basilica and the famous clock tower and the lion and.... ok. i'm not really describing this very poetically but...

PRETTY!

the guide to photography in venezia: waitforthegondolawaitforthegondolawaitforthegondolaSNAP! yes! another photo with a gondola in it! whee!

it probably gets less exciting if you live there but taking a boat as bus is absolutely lovely. and no cars! we took a nap on a bench under some big green leafy trees, got guided through the labyrinth of streets by some cute old italian lady and her mutty dog, ate giant chunks of bread and cheese by the grand canal (cuz we're still stingy bastards) and all of this while wearing t-shirts in the glorious early summer sun.

that's something.

hands holding hands

can I properly describe the beauty of hearing Federico's 74 year old nonna (gramma) cuss out Paris Hilton as a scuzzy ho in countryside dialect Italian? of not only hearing it but of UNDERSTANDING it as well?

cutures coming together over their mutual dislike of Paris Hilton. almost brings a tear to the eye.

the best part was when she exlcaimed a word that i had only just learned that morning: schifo! she had used it to describe a big hairball tazio had horked up. it means 'how disgustung'!

(two weeks, my bunnies!)