This is a post about Anna Banana
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.
