I’m not moving. I have friends who are moving. One just moved to Tokyo yesterday; I can’t believe they’re gone. But they’re not really gone, especially with the Internet.
Another friend is moving to New York. I also can’t believe they’re moving. But they’re not really gone because we talk on the phone regularly. And we have the Internet.
I just made a new friend over the weekend, and she’s from New York City and traveling the country this summer break. I’m a little jealous of her travels, but then I’ve already done the traveling thing. And it’s just too hot to travel these days. Apparently it’s just hot everywhere right now. Might as well stay home and enjoy sleeping in my own cozy bed instead of some unknown housing situation.
That’s just me for now. I do have an itch to travel and I got me a new tote bag for the weekend trips I’ve imagined I’ll be taking soon. It’s from LL Bean and it’s a tough canvas bag that’s cool but not trendy. Classy.
The prettiest duck I ever saw was in London. I didn’t know these birds existed. I like ducks in general, but they all look the same. But when I saw this duck in a London Park I was quite taken with the flashy colors. Blingy birds.
I found out they’re called Mandarin ducks and they’re not native to the UK, but are from Asia. It doesn’t matter to me since the first time I saw one was in the UK. So thanks for that, England.
bread :: Italy
Italy is beautiful for its art and food, at least to me. But if you go for those things, it’s good to like Renaissance-era art, because the country looks like it’s stuck there.
The gorgeous old buildings of Venice, Florence, even the lazy Pisa tower just keep me mentally in the Renaissance. And if you like that era of art, then Italy is a living art museum dedicated to Michaelangelo, Raphael, and lots of biblical art where everyone looks Italian instead of Jewish or Middle Eastern.
Michaelangelo’s David statue in Florence is really amazing to see in person. The pizza and pasta there is really delicious if you are okay with eating lots of wheat. Gelato is truly art in edible form and must be eaten at least three times while in Italy.
But one meal I really enjoyed was eating at McDonald’s in Italy. HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING?!? is what you are thinking, and that was what I was thinking too.
What I was also thinking was that I was really tired of eating prosciutto and other forms of preserved pork and just wanted some beef. I was on a budget and couldn’t eat some fancy beef dish in a sit-down restaurant. I was also tired of pizza and pasta, so when I entered McDonald’s I felt like I was in an oasis of Americanness, even if everything was in Italian.
I don’t remember what I ate, maybe it was breakfast food like a McMuffin or biscuit, but it tasted really good. And I don’t regret it.
I was also glad to finally leave Italy after seeing all the art I wanted to see. Everything I saw in a book I saw in real life and it was pretty awesome. But I was really glad to leave and go back to the only European country I would ever like to call home, France.