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| Tuesday, April 11, 2006 |
| On wishful thinking and summer smells |
I'm thinking wishfully right now. My friend Micaela is in Italy studying for the year and she will be travelling through the summer. A very enticing itinerary. I have a great desire to see Italy at some point in my life. Would be so much fun to travel there with friends and especially with someone who has lived among the culture and knows some of the language. In my wishful thinkings, I plugged in ficticious dates at Yahoo travel and found airline tickets to and from Milan. $1300. Ouch. That would be a hard number to come up with and on top of that would be transportation (likely by train) and food and some lodging (mostly hostels I think). Looks like I will not be in Italy in July. Unless I win the lottery without buying a ticket or I inherit a million dollars from my middle class relatives or a miracle happens.
I am longing for summer. Summer days, sunshine, days off riding bike and at the lake, lemonade (I'll learn to make it sans sugar this year), camping, festivals, tank tops and flip flops, and campfires. If I sit here at my desk and inhale deeply with my eyes closed I can imagine I am there. My neighbors two houses down are having a backyard campfire and the scent is glorious. And on an April evening. How perfect. No bugs, perfect temp (unseasonably warm of course) and after the crummy winter weather, a profound appreciation for the finer days. I should like to sit around such a fire with friends and stay up way to late and have some beverages and maybe roast something over the flames to eat and talk and laugh and lay back to look at the sky. I am longing for that. |
posted by Jen @ 10:50 PM   |
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