qui a firenze, senza io

i knew i would meet some fun people. well, i hoped i would meet some fun people. it looked doubtful the first couple days i was there for orientation-- but then i met my roommate. jen and i hit it off from minute one. we spent the entire semester practically inseperable. whether it was the classes we had together or at our favorite bar, the scottish pub (who would have guessed it, a scottish pub in italy). whenever we would be apart for more than a couple hours, one of us would call the other on her telefonino (literally, small telephone) with this question dove sei, bella?. if the answer wasn't a biblioteca or a scuola or even nel bar it was bound to be sono qui a firenze. oh, i'm here in florence.

when jen got the opportunity to go without me this spring, i told her i hated her. i also told her, however, she needed to send me a postcard from every place we'd been together, and bring me back a fabulous leather purse. i got an email from her the other day... i can't believe i'm here without you. the bancomat we used to go to by the duomo is closed! i cried when i got off the train.
qui a firenze, senza io.
Labels: friendlove, travel
2 Comments:
At 7:11 PM,
TheGirard said…
You remind me of the girl in the Wendy's commercial. The one that has the good salad but everyone else's sucks.
At 7:20 AM,
thisismarcus said…
Non sono stato mai in Italia. Potete ritenere la mia gelosia?
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