Adventures in AndreaLand

My dear friend Fifi came to visit me over the weekend and it was a much needed infusion of girlie time chatting laughter late night deep discussions and gluttenous luncheons. I was in much need of spending some time with someone on the waaavelength and despite the nasty fall weather that rolled in with her plane from London, we had fun. Churches frescoes pasta pizza wine and walking, we even took in some contemporary art which I had been craving for quite some time. Donne Donna exhibition at the Galleria Tournabuoni- Ofili and Golden in Firenze were unexpected but unrepenting. Later, we decided to check out the nightlife and since even accidental eye contact seems to be an open invitation to come on over and annoy us,  we developed a highly sophisticated look to detract unwanted attention from overeager Italianos. The look involved thinking about poor Princess Diana, her drunken driver and that whole mess, and we would avert our eyes purse our lips shake our heads clearly indicateding "dont even try." As much as we were cracking ourselves up, it actually worked. Later we went on a bloody massacre killing the army of bloodsucking mthrfckrs that have invaded my apartment. Although it was a fun game to throw my thick book - The Agony and the Ecstasy- at those nasty mosquitos, it was a bit disturbing to see our own red blood splattered all over my white walls.

Sunday arrived with sunshine and blue skies a warm perfect fall day and it was sad to say goodbye. After putting Fifi in a taxi, I had a nice long talk with Sherrybaby while in a phone booth at San Marco square, among families, elderly and several police officers on a bright sunny Sunday afternoon. It was then that I was visually violated by a "rubber" for the second time in this quaint Renassiance town. At first I thought he was just a weirdo in thin sweatpants with an itch and bad manners but as he circled the phone booth and kept on his rubbing it became clear that he was engaging in some self love and wanted me to see it. Note to the men out there: NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT!!! Not quite the "whacker" that had showed it to Caty and I years before, but disturbing nonetheless. I knew the Poor Princess Diana look would not work in this case, so I ignored to the best of my ability until he finally went away.

I was in the middle of noodling on a clever synopsis of the weekend, while eating pasta cheese and wine and watching CNN, (The only english speaking channel I have, so am currently up to date on all foreign politics but had no idea that Katie Holmes was knocked up..) when the images of the devastation and loss of lives in Bangledesh became overwhelmingly saddening. So before exiting my carefree rambling about my daily observations while living abroad, I wish to say a prayer for the people whose lives have been lost destroyed or shaken. And a special heartfelt wish that the little babies now without families will find safe shelter warm food comforting arms and know growing love from this day forward.

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