While I was having my morning coffee and scrolling, I saw a picture of Agata with her gorgeous dog literally attached to her hip and I was like "WHO IS THIS BADASS WOMAN RUNNING IN THE ITALIAN WOODS WITH HER DOG ATTACHED TO HER HIP AND HOW CAN I GET TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT HER RIGHT NOW?"
Yesterday was my first day back at work since lockdown restrictions slowly began lifting here in Italy.
Yesterday was my 30th birthday. My original plan was to go to Southern Spain. Or Portugal. Or Ireland. But here I am, writing to you from my apartment, still in lockdown.
It's looking like it might be a hot minute until someone can take us all dancing and for juicy vegetarian kebabs…Italian lockdown has been extended until May 3rd, and I'm trying to keep my cool, but the cabin fever is getting real — even for a homebody like me.
When I was 9, I used to love chatting with 30-year-old men from far away countries on ICQ. When asked A/S/L, I was either 24/F/California or 17/F/Florida, depending on the way my creative juices were flowing that day.
Here I am, writing to you ALIVE, WELL AND FULL OF WINE from Florence, Italy. Let's talk about the elephant in the room for a moment, shall we? Coronavirus.
I've been having a hard time budgeting lately. I blame astrology; I'm a Taurus and that basically means I like materialistic things. I like good wine, expensive cheese, and EXCESS so if I'm going out, I'm not just having ONE glass of wine WHAT GET OUT OF HERE ARE YOU SERIOUS. 3 glasses or nothing, [...]