I am thankful for: Oreos! They have lost their exclusive expensive only-at-Blockbuster status and are now available in the snack machine at the train station. Yay! Although I do think it’s funny that they are described on the package as “Cocoa-flavored sandwich biscuits.” Ha!
I am glad for my foster cat, Pop, who even though he wakes me up earlier than I would like and has tried chewing or clawing my couch, my good dress, my necklace and earrings, my HAIR, and my teddy bear, is nevertheless a good listener and quite comfortable when he stops his clawing tread and curls up.
I am grateful for cooler weather.
I love standing at the open window of a train while it is moving. It is the best way to be involved in the countryside one is flying through.
Train conductors are so funnily official in their uniforms, with their hats pushed back and glasses pushed down. But they’re lacking suspenders. Maybe I should propose them to Trenitalia.
I saw a camp-out in a backyard we flew past—two tents, and a real table surrounded by children eating pizzas with real plates and silverware. Oh Italians, you are so funny and I love you.
I am thankful for storm clouds even higher than the mountains.
2 comments:
Now I want to visit Italy again.
And eat gelato. Lots and lots of gelato, yes, precious....
But maybe I could arrange not to come at the height of summer next time. That would be smart of me.
Visiting Italy is a healthy idea which should be cultivated.
I can't call eating lots of gelato exactly a healthy idea, but it's a good one anyway. In fact, I might take it as advice.
And yes, there are probably better times to see it--although it makes the gelato even easier to appreciate!
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