double time

terribly sorry for the double post today, but I just had a lot to say.

my beautiful cousin Emily talked about how she felt like she left a piece of her heart in Ecuador and then i got to thinking how im positive that i left a piece of my heart in Italy.

 I miss doing all the things tourists are supposed to do, then coming back and laughing at the tourists.

 I miss doing inappropriate things in national museums...

 I miss the romance and timelessness

 I miss the gelato and tiny streets and sharing backpacks

 i miss these people and the things we know together

 i miss the colors. They seem much more sincere

i miss the food. period.

mostly I miss these girls and being home in the most beautiful place and getting off the train at Ciprio every night and walking to our flat and listening to the man playing piano in the apartments above us and flirting for a peach from the Egyptian man at the market and sitting on the porch writing in my journal next to seven different girls' underwear drying on the clothes line and feeling so hot you can't breathe, but feeling so happy it doesn't matter and the taste of zucchini and olive oil and a good batch of chamomile tea.