Tired as a Mother

Today I come to you all with a story. A story with good news. And a story with bad news. I typically prefer my bad news first, that way the good news cheers me up. So here it goes.. Bad News: My wallet got stolen by a gypsy :'( Good News: I still have my wallet (: Gypsy steals my wallet + I fight gypsy= This chick..still has her wallet (: So the story goes, One rainy and dreary Sunday, Corey and I take the metro to church. We make the walk down to the metro station, buy our tickets, scan them, figure out which direction to go and wait for the metro to arrive at the station. 15 or so minutes pass, the metro arrives, absolutely crammed full of people. Like a sandwich. Imagine fitting 50 people into a VW bug. Got it? Alright that's what I want you to picture, now instead of a bug it's a bus kind of thing so everyone is standing and everyone is pressed up against each other complete popping everyone’s personal bubble. i.e. if you're claustrophobic, you would die. As ...

As I begun staring at the empty white page before me today, I pondered how to convey all of my thoughts into words. Obviously, this is not at all possible, but what I can and try to do is if give you a piece of my mind and a taste of my life in Italy. I hope I am not too brutally honest in some of these posts. I typically write about 4 or 5 different posts before I finally come up with one I am comfortable sharing with all of you. Today, I'm going to do this a little differently... Let's start by playing a bit of deal or no deal. Today right now, someone comes to you and says, "How would you feel about moving to Italy for a while???" My guess is the first thought that would run through your head would be "NO WAY!!!?! Italy??!" Visions of pizza and pasta, Italians and Tuscan buildings, along with Venice and Rome and a beautiful language run through your mind. Sounds like a dream come true eh? Next, let's say you are interested in the offer, you ask ques...