The Italian music is on the Ipod, I've been printing my favorite sunflower photos (obviously going to have to stock up on yellow ink cartridges for my printer), and I'm getting back to "almost normal". Tonight I may begin scrapbooking our trip since I have now unpacked the beautiful photo album I bought in Florence.
The first box of ceramics arrived today from Orvieto.
I love my Cinghale Bianco pitcher with some tiny blooms from the yard.
These crappy sunflowers from the grocery store don't look ANYTHING like the girasoli. Why is that?
I am so at peace in Italy. I am not stressed out at home, but I am certainly more restless. I must figure that one out. Is it just being on vacation? Or is it really more to do with Italy itself?
I've been googling recipes. This weekend, we will have an Italian dinner. I need a "fix".
Comments (2)
Oh.....I think it has to do with Italy itself. It plants it's self into one's soul, and wraps itself around your heart! The entire lifestyle and culture. I love Italy too!
Posted by Deb Rountree | July 27, 2007 5:16 AM
Posted on July 27, 2007 05:16
It is both--being in Italy and not being at home. Stress hasn't figured into our year here but, then, we have not had the responsibilities that being at home brings. If we really lived here, I think stress would reassert itself to some degree--but differently and maybe more manageable than in So. Cal.
Posted by Jane | July 27, 2007 5:35 AM
Posted on July 27, 2007 05:35