Who am I to blow against the wind?: Averring a Pecadillo of Quiscence.

Yeah, that's still English you're reading... and if you're a fellow GRE infested human, you'll know the title of this post means that I'm declaring the small fault of being absent. And I may or may not have used the words appropriately, but that's beside the point. Point is, I will know whether answer choice A-E is correct come the end of June should any of those words show up on this foolish exam; my studying for said foolish exam being the reason for not having written in ages. But hey, maybe I'll get into grad school?

So, Italy. That was a long time ago. And to be honest I don't feel like recapping details, but I will tell you the trip involved some of the best food I've ever eaten, introduced me to and reconnected me with lovely folks, and reminded me of how I'd actually like to live my life. Sometimes when I travel to more laid back cultures, I'm not sure if my happiness and lack of stress is due to the fact that I'm on vacation or if it's a byproduct of my being immersed in a more relaxed environment. I think I've decided it's both, though. Either way, I love that Italians have so much focus on food and people - what I think rank as two of the most important things in life. They take their time to prepare delicious meals and sit down to enjoy them with friends and family; the more the merrier (of food and people, of course).

Despite the long weeks worth of work, and the weekend of work coming up, Steffano cooked us dinner and gave us a night tour of the Rome when we arrived. Thanks!!!