Sitting on the steps of the duomo in Florence, waiting to for the rest of the group to arrive. Not realizing that this was the most amazing meeting place on the planet.
The train ride through Tuscany to the beach.
That first night in Florence, when we went for a walk in the rain and two young, Italian guys in full suits ran by us, stopped and said “che bellissima” and kept running.
Throwing up outside of bars and being called idiot americans.
Our matching tube tops.
You teaching me about art.
The bartender at Dolce Vita that turned out to be extremely short and hid it by standing on a platform behind the bar.
Burritos.
Riding home on the back of mopeds in the middle of the night.
Trips to the market to buy expensive beer because we missed home.
Trips to the cigarette machine down the street.
Smoking on the balcony overlooking the city with our fashion school roommates.
I miss you, Anna Banana. Happy birthday. I hope Japan is as wonderful as Italy. And I hope you’ve found everything you were looking for.
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The baby has now learned how to take off her jammies and diaper in the morning if we’re not quick enough to get into her room right as she wakes up. It was a bit of a shock the first day, but now it’s just like, “Oh, look, Lu is naked again.” Similar to how I feel when Trent comes home from work. “Oh, look, Trent is naked again.” Must be genetic.
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Last weekend Trent decided to take a rare night off from work to hang out at home and get some projects done. The weather was unseasonally warm (which lasted only a day, I blame the groundhog) and we could actually sit out on our front porch in jeans and t-shirts instead of full ski gear. Trent spent part of the evening fixing the headlight on my car, and he kept telling me to come sit outside and keep him company. The house was a mess. The weather was just too nice to spend any time inside cleaning, so Lucy’s toys were everywhere. On my third trip out the front door, I again stepped over the mess, but this time I looked down, and something caught my eye.
Igloo lemon octopus vase elephant yarn ostrich umbrella to you too, honey!
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/0 Comments/in Happiness, Study Abroad /by MeganSitting on the steps of the duomo in Florence, waiting to for the rest of the group to arrive. Not realizing that this was the most amazing meeting place on the planet.
The train ride through Tuscany to the beach.
That first night in Florence, when we went for a walk in the rain and two young, Italian guys in full suits ran by us, stopped and said “che bellissima” and kept running.
Throwing up outside of bars and being called idiot americans.
Our matching tube tops.
You teaching me about art.
The bartender at Dolce Vita that turned out to be extremely short and hid it by standing on a platform behind the bar.
Burritos.
Riding home on the back of mopeds in the middle of the night.
Trips to the market to buy expensive beer because we missed home.
Trips to the cigarette machine down the street.
Smoking on the balcony overlooking the city with our fashion school roommates.
I miss you, Anna Banana. Happy birthday. I hope Japan is as wonderful as Italy. And I hope you’ve found everything you were looking for.
What I’ve Been Waking Up To
/1 Comment/in Lucy, Trent /by MeganThe baby has now learned how to take off her jammies and diaper in the morning if we’re not quick enough to get into her room right as she wakes up. It was a bit of a shock the first day, but now it’s just like, “Oh, look, Lu is naked again.” Similar to how I feel when Trent comes home from work. “Oh, look, Trent is naked again.” Must be genetic.
It’s in the Cards
/1 Comment/in Happiness, Trent /by MeganLast weekend Trent decided to take a rare night off from work to hang out at home and get some projects done. The weather was unseasonally warm (which lasted only a day, I blame the groundhog) and we could actually sit out on our front porch in jeans and t-shirts instead of full ski gear. Trent spent part of the evening fixing the headlight on my car, and he kept telling me to come sit outside and keep him company. The house was a mess. The weather was just too nice to spend any time inside cleaning, so Lucy’s toys were everywhere. On my third trip out the front door, I again stepped over the mess, but this time I looked down, and something caught my eye.
Igloo lemon octopus vase elephant yarn ostrich umbrella to you too, honey!