Hi, remember me? Oh it's been so long. Forgive me! I'll do my best to overwhelm my few and true followers (the ones who haven't lost interest and forgotten me) with updates in these next few days. I'm always taking you on trips and adventures and to other parts and other places of Italy. But what about home? What about everyday livin'?
As the days go by, I've realized that these are my Everyday People.
Callipso  |
| Don't trust those eyes... |
Carla
Grumbling good morning’s on my way out the door. Who really is ever interested in talking in the first hour of waking up anyway?
Grumbling good morning’s on my way out the door. Who really is ever interested in talking in the first hour of waking up anyway?
Bus Kids
Greetings that mean, “Hey, I know that stranger.”
Greetings that mean, “Hey, I know that stranger.”
School Friends
Always great for entertainment / distraction. You all really see your friends nearly every day for so many hours like this? Geeze, public school life.
Always great for entertainment / distraction. You all really see your friends nearly every day for so many hours like this? Geeze, public school life.
School Teachers
Really just cramping my style. My favorite is either... when I told one of them I was homeschooled in the States and his response was, "oh that explains a lot." What? My lack of focus and constant late arrivals don't make me seem Italian enough for you? OR my science teacher actually believing every time I'm absent means I have officially returned to the USA
Really just cramping my style. My favorite is either... when I told one of them I was homeschooled in the States and his response was, "oh that explains a lot." What? My lack of focus and constant late arrivals don't make me seem Italian enough for you? OR my science teacher actually believing every time I'm absent means I have officially returned to the USA
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| my classmates / my girls / my loves |
Walking from school to the main square on pretty days, I hear him before I see him. He's set himself up in the same spot every time with his right hand man as a fluffy rusty-colored dog. All smiles, all the time.
Painter Sir
No words, just breathtaking work. You go, Painter Sir!
No words, just breathtaking work. You go, Painter Sir!
Friend
Whoever strikes my mood for the afternoon
Whoever strikes my mood for the afternoon
Cafè Bartenders
Yeah, I’m a regular now at three in the area. What of it?
Yeah, I’m a regular now at three in the area. What of it?
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| Girl, why you so obsessed with me? |
Play your sweet tunes, live your sweet life bro
Luca
Always ready to hear me ramble about my day or tell me all about how cold it is (agreed)
Always ready to hear me ramble about my day or tell me all about how cold it is (agreed)
Emily
I've never been farther away or closer to this crazy
I've never been farther away or closer to this crazy
Carla
Always runnin’ here/around/there like a wild woman but there's never a time when she can't sit down for her vanilla yogurt of the day.
Always runnin’ here/around/there like a wild woman but there's never a time when she can't sit down for her vanilla yogurt of the day.
Fede
Once the tranquillity is gone, you know who’s home. It starts with opera singing (not kidding), heely-shoes blading, bags thrown, cat found and the rest depends on my little prince's mood....
Once the tranquillity is gone, you know who’s home. It starts with opera singing (not kidding), heely-shoes blading, bags thrown, cat found and the rest depends on my little prince's mood....
Group Friends Couldn’t ask for better Sun./Mon. night company :)
Characters of my Latest Book
Keepin’ me company until my eyes can’t stay open
So come on guys, be cool and respect the bus. If there's someone with a handicap, kid or enough wrinkles to be a bro of your grandparents, give it up. Don't be the jerk occupying a seat with your bags or won't move over to the seat closer to the window in order to offer it to someone else. Ya dig? Oh, and don't take the bus without company past 10:30pm; that's lookin' for trouble.
Bus dynamics are most predictable weekday mornings. School kids in the back, working adults further up front. Fend for yourself to find a seat and understand that it's to early for grand conversation. The 13ATC 7:32AM bus... those are my people. There are the regular people continuing their regular lives. There's the friendly girl with the rainbow scarf, the middle school ex-daycare kid look-a-like, the snobby blonde with terrible style, the group of pretty senior boys, that guy with the black/white scarf greeting me with good mornings each day, and the middle aged couple who's really not a couple but in my head I've created a grand scandalous life between them. (Somebody has too much time on their hands in the morning and I think it's me)
So I guess... that's it? I don't mean to disappoint but I live by the motto; I blog to express not to impress. It's not that I'm running out of things to say (but I kind of am) or that I'm too sad to write or too happy to care. I literally have just fallen into such a routine these things seem so appreciated but irrelevant that I can't seem to spit them out when I need to write. No worries, blog monsters, I can feel those creativity wheels turning and stories will be spilling out soon enough. Be Prepared!
Keepin’ me company until my eyes can’t stay open
As the days go by, I've realized that this is my Everyday Transportation.
Taking a minimum of three buses a day, I've picked up quickly on the rules, dynamics and the glory of public transportation. The best buses have enough people to keep me company but there's still a free seat with my name on it. The worst ones, on the other hand, are so squished that I don't find it necessary to hold on; there's no room to fall. |
| Map of every Dream / Destination! |
Bus dynamics are most predictable weekday mornings. School kids in the back, working adults further up front. Fend for yourself to find a seat and understand that it's to early for grand conversation. The 13ATC 7:32AM bus... those are my people. There are the regular people continuing their regular lives. There's the friendly girl with the rainbow scarf, the middle school ex-daycare kid look-a-like, the snobby blonde with terrible style, the group of pretty senior boys, that guy with the black/white scarf greeting me with good mornings each day, and the middle aged couple who's really not a couple but in my head I've created a grand scandalous life between them. (Somebody has too much time on their hands in the morning and I think it's me)
So I guess... that's it? I don't mean to disappoint but I live by the motto; I blog to express not to impress. It's not that I'm running out of things to say (but I kind of am) or that I'm too sad to write or too happy to care. I literally have just fallen into such a routine these things seem so appreciated but irrelevant that I can't seem to spit them out when I need to write. No worries, blog monsters, I can feel those creativity wheels turning and stories will be spilling out soon enough. Be Prepared!
All My Love..
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