Today is Thanksgiving Day in the USA. It is not, and has never been one…
Today just happens to be my birth day. I just happen to be in Italy. It happens to be Carnavale. How is this my life?
You know, I was thinking back to this day last year. It pretty much sucked. The lowest of the low. It was the last day I ever talked to my dad. On my way home from the hospital, I saw my then-boyfriend riding around with another chick in his truck. Then called him and said ‘what the actual fuck is goinig on?’ We broke up that day. A mere 365 days later, I am in Italy. I’ve been to the Olympics. I’ve explored a medieval castle. I’ve consumed more wine than I can remember. I’ve participated in Carnavale in Firenze. I bought a masquerade mask.
I took a train ride through the Alps. I kissed an Italian. And I still have three weeks left on my Italian vacation. I’m going to Rome. And Naples. And exploring Pompeii. Maybe I’ll learn more than a few words in Italian. Maybe I’ll learn to cook. Maybe I’ll become a expert wine drinker. Maybe I’ll ride on a Vespa. Who knows what will happen. This I know for sure:
- Italy is awesome.
- The Winter Olympics are amazing.
- The Alps are amazing
- The history is exciting.
- The food is orgasmic.
- Snacks are orgasmic.
- Gelato is orgasmic.
- People are friendly.
- And so full of life.
- I could probably live here.
- I could never dress as well as Italians do
- I could never wear high heels like those Italian women do
But today is my birthday. And this is what I did…
–>I concocted the best [portable] meal I could conceive of…
a small vat of green olives, a passel of green grapes, fresh bread, chucks of cheeses, clementines, and a large vat of Chianti. Throw in a view of the Mediterranean and it is quite simply amazing.