Tahlmorra...
Okay, so God very obviously has a reason for everything. In my last post I was whining about wanting to go back to London.
Then I saw the news about the terrorist bombings in London.
My goodness, I was freaked out! I still am freaked out! I guess it's partly God telling me to be careful what I wish for...I just never seem to be able to learn to be content with what I've got.
And Italy's not so bad. Tomorrow we leave for a week -- we're spending four nights in Venice and three in Florence, or maybe the other way around, I don't remember. That should be great; though I've been to Venice before, it'll be my first time in Florence. I really am looking forward to it.
And it's really great being here. It's just different this time, because I see more of what goes on "behind the scenes," so to speak, and get to shoulder my share of stress. Discount my previous rants -- I really am having a good time. And I wish that I could take the entire ice cream store home with me when I leave. Heck, I want to take the whole town of Frascati home with me! I love it because it's a small town, small enough that guys passing by on the streets stop to shake hands with each other and catch up on their lives, but big enough that it's got more than one hotel; small enough that you can find your way around without a map if you're a local, but big enough that I still need to use the map (or a local) to help me get around.
But I have to go shower now -- I've found one that has actual water pressure, and fits my entire body. :) Granted, it's not at the house we're staying in, but my aunt doesn't mind. They seem to get hot water, too.
And thanks for commenting, Deanna! I promise I took pictures in London!