hello. here i am. right where you left me.
i returned from Venice on monday.
which, if i'm being completely honest. was unbelievably excellent.
a fairy tale complete with swirling fog, cool air, a little rain, more sun than i expected, delicious food, long meandering walkabouts through storied streets, gazes out across the grand canal which is what i was doing on this last night of mine in venice. watching that golden moon grow big and beam into my window.
now i'm home and contemplating a smooth new surface for the life of mary ann moss age 49.9
this requires much thought from a reclining position.
where i have surrounded myself with a mountain of the most intoxicating italian paper.
and when i get up i am going to drag myself to the market for provisions
and then scoot home and prepare some moroccan meatballs.
and then after i am sufficiently nourished and rested
i am going to come back here. this very place. and share some trip pics with you.
yes i am.