morendo.

Sono malata. La testa, il naso, la gola, lo stomaco: tutto è rotto. Non posso fare niente. Se mi sdraio, non posso respirare; se mi alzo, non posso stare in piedi. Che frustrata! Che stupida.

But that didn't stop me from going to Assisi yesterday, and it's certainly not going to postpone my plans for Lucca in the morning. Plus, there are about a hundred other things to love about Italy right now, despite being sick in bed. Like

1:::men in linen suits. how do they do it? in from Firenze without a wrinkle from the commute.
2:::white peaches from the agrumeria around the corner from la scuola. not only so, so good, but so, so pretty.
3:::midnight contrada revelry, no matter the day or occasion. last night they were dressed in cardboard boxes.
4:::writing love notes for Italian homework. Mi mancano le nostre passegiate a mezzanotte . . .
5:::cute toothpaste in shiny silver boxes. and the cheapest kind, too!
6:::finding a piece of New Zealand in a tiny corner of Tuscany. A wee mosaic tree to thread about my neck.
7:::chocolate festivals in Perugia. one week to go.
8:::coming home late to find Franco snoring on the couch. tv on, house dark.
9:::early evenings at the branch doing genealogy work. Pasquino Pasquini! A true story.
10:::being friends with the bollywood-obsessed owners of this internet cafe. it's nice, running into people you know on the streets.

And now my pictures are uploaded and you are spared any more rambling from me.
299 photos in Italy to 854 from Wales. Both over six weeks' time.
Huh.