Long Lake

A New Adventure

Bags are packed, tickets are printed, and camera is charged. It's time to get myself to Joshua Tree, California, for ten days of sun and climbing. Catch ya later, winter wonderland of the north east;

Face Lift

I missed the old title picture, so I brought that back and simplified the layout of the blog, because quite frankly it's finals week and simple things are much appreciated. I'm going to be updating the blog again this January when I travel to Joshua Tree, California for some much needed climbing and sun. In the meantime, a taste of winter in Canton, thanks to my beautiful new camera;

Dulli, my wonderful supervisor at the farm 

Birdsfoot is famous for their garlic

Garlic Knots with Birdsfoot garlic

Literary Harvest Lunch

Where am I now?

I'm in Massachusetts, weekending in the Cape, riding jet skis. 

Life is good.

Photo courtesy of Josh Jackson

Had to share this...

The mis-matching socks are what got me here...happens every time.

Ciao, ciao

Well, it looks like it might just be time for me to leave.

Tomorrow is my last day in Italy. Technically I leave Friday, but days spent on airplanes do not count as days.

Exams are done-wait, is it still an exam if you're drinking wine with it? Oh right, yes, this is Italy, and I was graded on how I drank that wine. Bags are packed, passport is located and ready to go. Flight is triple-checked, gluten-free meal is reserved. Last call for cheesy souvenir requests. Wine popener anyone?

Yesterday evening as a last hurrah my Tavel Writing class adventured to the Hotel Raphael, a beautiful, vine-covered hotel just off the far corner of Piazza Novona. We toasted the view from the rooftop bar with a bottle of prosecco, and watched those glorious twenty minutes when the last daylight turns Rome gold. A perfect sendoff, thank you Andi.

I suppose this is where I'm supposed to have some big, epitomizing thought to show how my semester abroad changed my life, but all that is coming to mind is how leaving the Eternal City feels a lot less like saying 'goodbye' and a lot more like saying 'see you later'. This is Rome. I am leaving it in good hands, hands that will still be gesturing wildly over their fifth espresso before noon when I return.

So in the words of Brad Pitt, arrivederci.

Oh yeah...

I can't believe I forgot to mention my trip to space before now. It was a little over-rated, to be honest. Everything looked almost fake.