“Raindrops and roses and whiskers on kittens…tra la la la la la la la la la la
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
these are a few of my favorite things”
Here’s a list of my favourite things today:
A surprise phonecall from my dear friend Q.B. all the way from America: reminiscing over our festival fun & frolics and catching up on the transatlantic goss. He will always have a special place in my heart, they all will. I told him I was dreaming of America, he said ‘Make it happen’.
(the strange thing about it is that I had a really vivid dream about Q.B. the other night. The weirdest part is that we are just friends, so its not as if I think about him much… but in this fancy we were madly in love… I woke up feeling all calm and serene. The next day I passed by the festival office to pick up my pay for the project I collaborated with Q.B. on almost two months ago…. the next day he called completely out of the blue!!!)
An evening spent over dinner and drinks with a group of couples and friends. I love being taken to dinner as ‘the other half’. It makes it much less scary meeting people for the first time. Its lovely being plopped into a group of long-time friends and seeing how they all fit together like a funny shaped jigsaw puzzle. Looking back through old photos of them. Putting together the pieces – filling in the gaps. Its charming being driven to dinner and asked if I am Mr Stiff Leg’sgirlfriend (I call him stiff legs as he is quite muscley and has a bit of a stiff walk – eeew he is sooo Henry VIII and I am Katherine Howard – let’s just hope he doesn’t have gout in those old boys!!). I don’t know if I would want to be his girlfriend but I like the feeling of being a girlfriend again. Its weird – before I went on holiday I felt completely suffocated by this guy but against the backdrop of friends he is so much more attractive!!
Being protected. I told Mr Stiff Leg’s about Stalker boy. He was kind of peeved that I hadn’t mentioned it til now. But – that is sooooooo not my style. I have to be on my last legs before I ask for help: Emmeline Pankhurst eat your heart out. Anyway, he introduced me to his friends in the army and they told me they will annihilate him if he comes anywhere near me again. I’m not a fan of violence and would only want him to scare him away, if anything. But it made me feel warm and fuzzy having a man wanting to protect you!! ‘Me Tarzan You Jane’!! I am a contradiction!
The sun. Um… I am not as bad as the Italians. I just don’t know how they do it. Lying there like spit-roasts. They look beautiful but pphhheww! what a fatica. I can only tot about an hour a day… That’s a lie, I can only do an hour a day by myself because I have the attention span and patience of a flea. When in company I can fry myself just as well as they do.
Oooo I love the fact that someone asked me if I was Italian the other day. When I said ’half’, she said she could tell because of my skin tone. I’m not sure if I had Fake-baked that day – but what the heck – it made me feel $100000. Fried freckle face = happy
Another surprise phonecall (Miss Popular) from another dear friend saying she can come on holiday. Eeee its all booked. She’s so laid back she’s practically lying down. So she’ll be great to travel with. Last time we went on hols together we were two-to-a-bicycle (I still have the bruises to prove it) so Im sure we’ll have a crack in Sicily. And with my nutty little bro and his even whackier friend…we’ll have a laugh!
Estonia – I can’t wait to visit. Estonians - I love them!!!
Yoga – for keeping me sane in Italy.
English speaking friends in Italy (as above!!)
Swimming lessons with a float between my thighs – watch out sharks I’m getting good!
Wine, Salad, Port, tomatoes, punch, mais, jack daniels and sprite, carrots: a nice healthy balance right?
Americans and English people – Im really very proud of us!!!
And most of all – only 3 more days to go til my ‘prison break’ wahhooooo!!!
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