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.

06 January 2007

2007

in years gone by, i've used the first days of January to reflect on what has happened over the course of the previous year. i don’t feel like doing that this year, i’m just not feeling very reflective.

2006 came and went.

things
happend, good, bad, and indifferent.

now it’s 2007 and things will happen this year too. presumably new things but one can never know and that is kinda what life is like. Obla Dee Obla Dahhhh it just goes on....... just like that song. i have closed doors on a few chapters in my life and i have watched others tentatively open, i don't yet know what it all means and i guess that's the thing. maybe i am not supposed to know.
maybe i am just supposed to be.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Life is like that. On again, off again but always on again. Robert Frost said some like 'the most important thing he learned could be summed up in a few words - Life goes on.. Enjoyed your musings this late Roman night. Good luck in 2007!

January 12, 2007 11:57 PM  
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January 13, 2007 9:02 PM  
Blogger ~Sparrow said...

thaks! you too!

January 13, 2007 9:03 PM  

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