Yesterday on WeddingBee.com, I came across a couple’s itinerary for their honeymoon to Italy. Amazingly they took nearly the exact same trip J and I want to take! I got really excited and started some maniac research on hotels in Rome, Florence and Venice. Thanks to the itinerary I found, we might also add Naples/Capri, a place we didn’t think of before.
It’s funny – growing up I was never DYING to get married. I knew I wanted to eventually, but I wasn’t really losing sleep over it. However, I’ve been DYING to go to Italy for as long as I can remember! My parents have been, some friends have been, and I’ve been anxiously waiting for my turn. I can’t wait to suck in all the culture – the food, the architecture, the art, the Vespas. Just thinking about being there makes me feel more cosmopolitan.
I need to start learning Italian!
(image from etsy)
I’m home sick today with some sort of stomach ailment. I woke up in the middle of the night with insanely severe pangs of illness and had to wake J up because the hypochondriac in me thought I was going to die. It was the worst I’ve felt in as long as I can remember. J sat with me in the bathroom, rubbing my back while I had my head in the toilet. I’ll spare you the details of what happened next, but I’m sure you can guess.
Needless to say, I didn’t feel so well when I woke up. I thought it would pass after I had some toast and some tea, but it didn’t. So now I’m checking my work email from my living room couch and watching lousy daytime television. I want to curl up in bed and be fed chicken soup and Saltines, but we have neither in our pantry and J’s at work. Le sigh.
I’m back at my desk. Back to the real world. It was such a treat to be able to spend 5 days at home in NJ, although none of them were relaxing. We zipped through our list of Things to Do for the wedding: bridesmaid dresses, flowers, rehearsal dinner location and invitations. I also had the chance to look at some ketubahs, which I had only previously seen online. There are so many!
I came to work directly from the airport this morning. When I get home tonight I’ll post some pictures from my weekend.
The next month appears on paper to be quite a stressful one. I feel like I’m already playing catch-up, and it’s not even December.
Certain songs remind me of certain people, of a particular time in my life. This morning on my drive to work, my iPod shuffled to a live version of “Who Will Save Your Soul?” by Jewel, and suddenly I was 15 again, listening to the folk-pop singer/professional yodeler with Ali while hanging out in her bedroom. Did we have her album, Pieces of You, on a CD or a cassette?
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Dang, that was a long time ago.
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