I had it all planned; show up to my boss' office Monday morning, tears in my eyes, just telling him that "I really needed to go home for a while. Everyone was okay, me too, but it was just time for a re-charge." I mean, I had half the office asking me daily if everything was okay or if I wanted to talk...I totally could have sold it. It's not often that an O-6 asks over and over if I'm okay. Well, maybe some O-6s do...but that's rare form for this one...
Why am I telling you all this?
Today was fabulous. As in one of those days where I just can't stop smiling. Today when the count down clicked down to 10 months, 10, as in 30 days from now my months will be in single digits, Italy still makes me smile even with all of her quirks. I find it a little ironic that it's exactly 1 month from when I was ready to toss it all aside for a while.
This morning when I woke up to 1 purring (visiting) kitty and 2 others running around (and into things) at 7 on yes gasp a week day I couldn't help but smile that today was a furlough day. No. Furloughs aren't ideal and it's really stupid that we're dealing with this, but the extra day to my weekend and the extra sleep? Totally worth the 8 hours of less pay for the week...but I digress.
Today I'm just thanking my lucky stars that I ended up in Italy where...
You can buy wine from the parking lot guy. Produce too!
Music coming from the piazza next door interrupts your movie because it's so loud.
Fireworks not only kick off and end your day, but often surprise you during the day.
You think twice about BBQing in your swimsuit until you look out and see the old men across the way (several houses down) just chilling out in their Speedos.
You can't go anywhere without being offered a shot of coffee. (No wonder I'm still awake!)
Italy is where I belong. For now.
Don't believe me? Tony (the boat guy) thought I was Italian today!
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