I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
I just got all nostalgic for Sicily again tonight…13 months ago, I was on this beach, soaking in vitamin D by Mediterraneanwaters.
I changed so much while I was in Italy, and planning and doing the trip to Sicily was the culmination of all of it. A year later, I’ve backslid so much in self-confidence and life-skills that I hardly feel like the girl I was there anymore.
Maybe it’s time to travel again.
Spent the afternoon in one of my favorite places— a graveyard. High point of the day was going for a shot behind a broken tree and an adjacent grave a fox had dug it’s hole behind…then falling on the pile of dug up dirt, and landing next to someone’s ulna bone.
Yup. Good thing I don’t scare easily.
FINALLY took my first summer trip the the Pots yesterday with the S.O— it was the first time I’d ever brought a guy to the Girl’s Top Secret Skinnydipping Hideout. We had fun— packed a picnic lunch, he built rock towers, I went swimming in the icy-ass mountain stream. I even stumbled on (literally,) a deer’s picked-clean spinal column; that picture to come. No one died from falling off a river boulder; I didn’t come down with hypothermia. All in all, an awesome day-trip.