Chels’s mom couldn’t figure out why we wouldn’t get up at 8 am. Then she found our three empty wine bottles.
My hair dryer exploded.
This two hour car ride is going to be rough.
Chels’s mom couldn’t figure out why we wouldn’t get up at 8 am. Then she found our three empty wine bottles.
My hair dryer exploded.
This two hour car ride is going to be rough.
We are driving around Italy in a rented Lancia. It’s about the size of a smart car, but with a trunk. Chel, her mom, and me, and six suitcases are all in here. We’re headed for Tuscany, staying in a medieval villa. Our last day in Rome was successful , I am now the owner of a pair of real Italian leather shoes and a Louis Vuitton purse that may or may not be authentic. Yesterday an old lady grabbed my leg and called me a whore. Chel got us kicked out of a church because her shorts were too short. It’s fun being here, ‘typical American girls’ they call us. We’re drunk a lot. I bought small rum shooters and carry them around with me, our favorite thing to do us get these slushee things and spike them. We skipped the big tours and looked around the city on our own. I do like going to the churches, especially the small ones that are just tucked into small alleys. I’ve tried to light a candle in each one. We’re going to drive by Assisi, and hopefully stop there, I’m not a very religious person but Saint Francis is one of my favorite people in the church. I’ve gotten to take amazing pictures here of course too. We might have to have a little photo shoot at the villa, but the pictures I took at a little market place are my favorite. I’m not jetlag or homesick, and surprisingly I still have cash. If I didn’t have to keep going to college and keep my job, I’d totally pull a Diane Lane and just stay here.
I had Nutella ice cream today. And threw a coin into the Trevi fountain.
Still going.
I’ll be at Chicago O’Hare by the time my mom wakes up in the Pacific time zone and turns on CNN. Ain’t no stopping us now.
Hello, my name is Vanessa. I speak English and French, can you help me?
Ciao, mi chiamo Vanessa. Parlo degli inglesi e francese, lei può aiutarmi?
Do you speak English?
Parla Inglese?
I’ll have wine.
Avrò il vino.
I’m lost.
Sono perso.
Where is the police station?
Dove il posto di polizia è?
Do you accept credit cards?
Lei accetta le carte di credito?
I am allergic to celery.
Sono allergico a sedano.
Tonight’s project.
He’s 29. And if you know my history at all I would like to clarify is was not a brother of any of my friends, it was just some guy who gave me his number at work. But anyways he’s eight years older than me. That means if we were to actually date we’d only both be in our 20s for a year before he hits the big three oh. Which doesn’t bother me exactly, it would just be weird because we’re at really different places. He wants to ‘settle down’ and have a family and shit and I’m just like…eh….
Here’s what is important to me right now:
Putting a ring on it and popping out babies it very, very low on my priority list right now. I’m all for long term and monogamy but committing to someone for life right now… I don’t want to date everyone in Missouri but let’s face it: I can’t keep my hair the same color for a week, I’m going to have a hard time staying serious with someone right now. I shouldn’t even be thinking about dating anyone right now anyways. I’m aware it doesn’t sound very attractive to people when I’m like ‘yeah I’m starting college over, I just moved from my own apartment in Colorado back into my parents house and I have a seizure disorder but don’t worry they still let me drive’.
Maybe someday I’ll find the right person for me, but right now I don’t want to settle for someone who wants to be the last person I’ll ever date.
Anyways. If I decide I care about dating or marriage or anything in the next 48 hours then I’m going to Rome as a single woman.