After the Holidays
About two weeks after my sister's visit, I fell into hard times. My flat was broken into and my valuables were nicked (British slang for stolen... love it!). My beautiful new laptop was the biggest hit of the heist and it put quite a damper on my holiday spirit.
I wasn't planning on being home for Christmas, but after such a rotten experience I needed the support and safety of my family and my partner. Plane tickets were completely unreasonable, to the tune of $1,300 - $1,700. I was complaining to my sister over the phone one night about the impossibility of getting home. She, in turn, was complaining about it to her colleagues in the office. Upon hearing of my plight, my sister's boss donated so many frequent flyer miles to my cause that I was able to fly home for next to nothing. (Thank-you Dick...I still get emotional about it when I think of your kindness) My visit home was too short, but it gave me the boost of confidence I needed and healed up my emotional wounds. Ready to face my adventure once again, I returned to London.
The day after my return, my friend and former bandmate, Daph came for a visit. The day after her arrival, my friend and former bandmate, Caroline came for a visit. The girls stayed for two weeks and the time was well spent. We did a little traveling together. It reminded me of my last great international vacation to New Zealand, as I was traveling with the same two girls.
This trip, the three of us flew to Pisa, Italy. Oh the beauty and romance of Italy. I was enchanted immediately. We spent a good part of one day in Pisa where I was stunned by the beauty of the Duomo and the Leaning Tower, before we flew through Tuscany in our little mini-sized rental car. We ate amazing food (as every girl should when she spends time in Italy), we drank good wine, we visited a village still standing tall and in it's original form, surviving it's own history that dates back to the 11th Century (for pete's sake).....The Cathedrals, the tiny beautiful people (I am not kidding when I say that I was the biggest person in Siena), the buildings, the language...all of it filled me up with joy. I was overwhelmed with the excitement and inspiration of being part of such a place, even for a moment.
After a weekend in Italy, I returned to London. Daph and Caroline, lucky dogs, continued on to Roma, Cilento and Napoli. We all regrouped in London again for one last who-ha before Caroline flew home to Minnesota, and Daphne drove south with her British boyfriend to experiment with life in Winchester, England.
I wasn't planning on being home for Christmas, but after such a rotten experience I needed the support and safety of my family and my partner. Plane tickets were completely unreasonable, to the tune of $1,300 - $1,700. I was complaining to my sister over the phone one night about the impossibility of getting home. She, in turn, was complaining about it to her colleagues in the office. Upon hearing of my plight, my sister's boss donated so many frequent flyer miles to my cause that I was able to fly home for next to nothing. (Thank-you Dick...I still get emotional about it when I think of your kindness) My visit home was too short, but it gave me the boost of confidence I needed and healed up my emotional wounds. Ready to face my adventure once again, I returned to London.
The day after my return, my friend and former bandmate, Daph came for a visit. The day after her arrival, my friend and former bandmate, Caroline came for a visit. The girls stayed for two weeks and the time was well spent. We did a little traveling together. It reminded me of my last great international vacation to New Zealand, as I was traveling with the same two girls.
This trip, the three of us flew to Pisa, Italy. Oh the beauty and romance of Italy. I was enchanted immediately. We spent a good part of one day in Pisa where I was stunned by the beauty of the Duomo and the Leaning Tower, before we flew through Tuscany in our little mini-sized rental car. We ate amazing food (as every girl should when she spends time in Italy), we drank good wine, we visited a village still standing tall and in it's original form, surviving it's own history that dates back to the 11th Century (for pete's sake).....The Cathedrals, the tiny beautiful people (I am not kidding when I say that I was the biggest person in Siena), the buildings, the language...all of it filled me up with joy. I was overwhelmed with the excitement and inspiration of being part of such a place, even for a moment.
After a weekend in Italy, I returned to London. Daph and Caroline, lucky dogs, continued on to Roma, Cilento and Napoli. We all regrouped in London again for one last who-ha before Caroline flew home to Minnesota, and Daphne drove south with her British boyfriend to experiment with life in Winchester, England.
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