Adventures in AndreaLand

ìBonjourno! Today I arrived in Firenze- via planes, trains and many automobiles later via Paris and Pisa. I would love to say that I,m sitting comfortably in my cozy flat overlooking the Arno but the reality is I,m pretty much homeless and staying in a hotel for now. So much for nyu hooking a sista up. At least its a cute little hotel that I,ve stayed at before with my dear Caty, so filled with fond memories (as well as bright frescoed walls).  The wine and gorgonzola ravioli helps. Mommy is worried that my love of vino and creamy sauces will affect the size of my arse- but after walking the city for hours in search of a place to live I can assure her that the homeless here have both great figures and even better wardrobes.

The past month has been crazy and wonderful and much needed in many ways. Home was home- green fresh alive and nourished my heart head soul like the best bowl of chicken and dumplings. New bonds were created and old ones grew stronger and I returned to NYC for a few days to start my life as a baglady infused with the energy that is drawn from the unknown. At first NYC was almost too much for me after life in the fishing village- as I ventured out for my first cup of much needed thick iced Mud the sirens people cars honking buildings crumbling jackhammers and smell of urine incense dogs and too much life in one place made me recoil. But later when I made it to wash sq park and heard Bush (the band not the idiot) playing in a rally to save CBGBs and watched families trannies students beggars and professors dancing together in their love of punk and heard 37 languages being spoken and saw 98 ways that different people can coexist, I knew that NYC was home in my heart as well.

Paris was wonderful, but how could it not be? To spend some time in the city of lights with my beautiful friends and eat good rich food and have sweet red wine and flavored vodka in a hot sticky smoky club and talk until the sun comes up is more than a girl can ask for. Paris was warmer than I,ve ever enjoyed and we layed by the Seine and laughed in the parks and even visited the musee d,orsay for the first time. Three friends, three countries in three months, that is the plan.

So now I,m here in Italy, to begin yet another adventure. Driving up the long dusty magnificent path through the cypress trees that lead to the villa was overwhelming, even though I,ve seen it a million times in pictures. To be surrounded by rolling hills and olive trees and purple wildflowers that smell sweet in the humid breeze is a lovely start to the months to come, as was a delicious dinner I ate in a familiar restaraunt while Pink Floyd sang I wish you were here. Ciao.

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