I am a broken record. GET OUT. I just cannot deal. I keep saying it; it is all gorgeous. Aquamarine, rocks, everything smells of suntan lotion. I am so happy. I wish you were here with me, to put lotion on me and watch me smile like this. Cinque Terra is seafood, a pitcher of amazing white wine for 7 bucks, and rocks and clear waters with saturated pigments. It is the making of postcards… I just cannot deal. It is wonderful… and I still have a whole week here! Love it.
My photographs are absolutely insane. You will have to wait for the photos from Cinque Terre… believe me, so worth it… definitely sellable… definitely postcard worthy. I miss Linus. I want him to lick up my nose. Italy is strewn with stray cats. They nap on rocks on the ocean, and curl up on street benches. Every time I see one I think of Linus. He would love it here… he would have hated Venice… pigeons and cats.
