Baggage
Last night I talked to Mommie on the phone, and the sound of her voice soothed my soul more than any pile of scrambled eggs with prosciutto and asiago and smothered with truffle cream. (Which so far has been a great homesick remedy) She was curious if her birthday present was going to be from the Tuscan region and when I said that it was but that I was concerned about the weight limit on the small planes she wanted to know how much I weighed these days. My luggage was my concern, not necessarily my new fat ass. Which got me thinking about these new strict weight limits airlines are imposing to combat rising gas prices. Even carry-on items are now being weighed and steep charges are incurred if you are over the limit. I was almost not allowed on my flight from Paris to Pisa. But really fat people seem to have no problemo. So you can gain all the weight you want on your backside but god forbid you support the economy and try to bring home a nice bottle of wine. So just a warning to those of you who are hoping for presents, you can blame the airlines, rising gas prices, and essentially george bush, because I can bring very little back with me.
When I explained to my mom that my own rising weight was hardly my fault, living here in the land of delicious wine, pasta, cheese and gelato, her response was, Oh Andrea I know, I could drink wine with every meal!
Nothing like a moms wisdom to make one feel better.
