For in Italy, she discovered the most priceless of all posessions...

I think the universe is trying to tell me something. And that something, is that I need to go back to Italy.

I have been having dreams lately where I'm just strolling down a nondescript street, alone, when I see a door to my left. I walk up the stairs, go through the door, and voila! I'm in Italy! I'm not sure where in Italy I am (my subconscious hasn't been too specific) but there are linens hanging from the clotheslines above my head, cyprus trees bending in the night breeze, and there are geraniums blooming in window boxes, and in Hilaryland, all Italian windows must have boxes, thus, flowers, thus red geraniums in every single box (apparently, in my Italy, everything matches.)

And there are lots of warm lights that glow from windows where people sit, eating pasta and drinking wine together, couples ride away on Vespas, and I stand in the street, looking in the windows, wishing that I, too, could be in Italy.

Also, yesterday I saw a huge truck with a license plate that read "GELATO."

It's definitely a sign.

A wheezy asthmatic, a Polish girl, and an Italian mama go on a vacation...

I just got back from a weeklong vacation in San Diego with Sarah and Gosia. Aside from having no money, a peeling hairline (sunburns suck) and a horrible pain in the back which I think is from the 40 minutes we sat in the Sharper Image massage chairs yesterday (Or maybe it was the laser beams shooting out of the Sharper Image employees eyes trying to get us out of the chairs, hmm...) we had a great time.

Trip Highlights:
.Gosia mis-reading a sign and instead of Mcacques (which are monkeys) she called them mycocks. You can see the discrepancy here.

.Having sand in all my crevices, for the second Spring Break in a row. Not really a highlight, but, you know.

.Thinking that Marie Curie invented chemistry...

.Having a bum at a trolley station perform a whole stand-up routine, which involved jokes about lesbians (he has nothing against them, after all, they both want the same thing!) and a bad joke ending with the punch line "Obi-Juan's Kenobi." These jokes shall never be repeated in polite company, this I can assure you.

.Polish lessons while waiting in line for the Matterhorn. I can now say "I am still sunburned", "I love you" and "I have to pee. No, really." in Polish - my parents would be so proud.

.Standing on Main Street in Disneyland under a sky lit up by fireworks, surrounded by two of my best friends, wearing a pink t-shirt, a tiara, and holding an ice-cream cone. As much as I am anticipating my wedding day, I don't think it really gets any better than that.

Unless I get married at Disneyland, and then it's ice-cream and tiaras for everyone!

Oh the romance...

I love the airport. I don't know if most people know that about me, but I think it's the most romantic place in the world. I have a secret fantasy of being chased through the airport by someone who loves me, just so they can tell me one more time. Dana and I went to the airport today to pick up our KD National Officer, Mary-Helen (not a likely candidate for the chasing...) I was so bummed that we didn't get to go inside! Travel is so glamorous. I just love seeing the people, thinking about what's inside their suitcases, wondering where they're headed.


photo of the day: DIA c.Hilary Davis