American Girl in Italy

How does the blue mold get in Gorgonzola? Have you ever heard the rocks at Castiglioncello sing and why do writers always seek solace in Italy? Time for me to find the answers to these and see, if in doing so, I also find my home.

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Location: Rome, RM, Italy

i am actually the lost royal heir to the small kingdom of Birundi...having been secreted away by my wet nurse when mean overlords arrived turning our little known, yet terribly chic fiefdom into a nasty republic. now my people sit glued with their eyes glazed.....dreaming of distant IRA's and stock options, having long forgotten the taste of sweet green olive oil and the scent of rosemary.

17 February 2003

Could it be True

OK the airport is open and for now my flight remains scheduled. Will spring for the cab fare down to the airport because I'd be sick with worry asking family or friends to get out in this weather. One good thing about the snowstorm...its kept us all too busy to think about goodbyes and I just don't think I could handle saying goodbye o anyone, and certainly not Summer and Shane.

posted by ~Sparrow | Monday, February 17, 2003

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