As if living in Italy isn’t a holiday enough, I am giving myself a real live vacation next week.
My dear friend Roberto Schaffer and his awesome wife Caroline are in Italy for August- and as I will be in the states when they are in Rome, we have decided to meet up in Tuscany.
Don’t have exact plans yet, but I booked us hotel rooms in an awesome little hotel (I found in this bitchen book of B and B’s in Italy that Gracy gave me). The hotel is in Lucca for Tuesday night. So I will take the train up to Lucca (just 30 min from Florence on Tuesday meet up with Roberto and Caroline for the night- don’t know about Wednesday night yet- maybe Pisa? Siena? Maybe somewhere wonderful and coastal? Maybe Montifillanco where there is supposedly the “best restaurant in Italy” “LA CHUISA” (or so says everyone whom I trust who has traveled this country extensively…- I’d LOVE to go…) then Thursday and Friday I will be in Cortona staying at Lisabette Brinkman’s. She is a cousin (?) I think, of my old old friend Missy Brinkman… so it is like family. I met her and her husband years ago at missy’s wedding, (not that I remember that, but they remember me, course… I had blue hair- kinda hard to forget blue hair…)and anyway, they invited me up, and so fuck it I’m gonna take them up on the offer.
After that I don’t know… come back? Maybe see Siena that day.. don’t know. But I speak good enough Italian now to wander safely. I don’t have too much money to spend, but I have this gift of time off, and I REALLY want to explore this country. It’s ridiculous that I have been here this long and have been out of Rome so little.
I am really excited.
On a side note, Friday night was a fucking blast. Me and my little crew actually played truth or dare… holy fucking funny. The thing about that game is, it doesn’t matter where you are from.. a dare is a dare in any language. We had an Irish boy kiss a Sicilian, an English girl get in a dumpster, and a French dude sing the American national anthem… it was solid stupid fun.
Starting to laugh more. Starting to drop the guard and actually laugh. Starting to really really enjoy and trust my friends.
Good times in Rome. Good times.
2 comments:
Drop them girl!
I know you with your guards. Give them a lunch break. I remember taking a VW Bus with you and Harmony and Gabby a long time ago with a super 8 shooting dice in slowmo in the forest...i remember a lake (BIG RAKE?). That was guard free good times girl. I think living in LA had me unconsciously hire like 6 bouncer dudes in shades and headsets to follow me around...It feels good to be a little more free...doesn't it?
As for Siena- I took my SATs there in 1992. It was in a monastery /school, and I remember getting there too early pooping inbetween an olive grove and a vineyard, with the tuscan builing on a hill in the distance. One of the top tens, that was. Go and wander!
hey chica!
we're missing you hard core here in LA...
guards down, fun times with old good friends.
have a rad trip lady.
-m
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