Where the
hell is Nat?
DAY 30!!!
My friend Leannah asked me yesterday how I would celebrate being finished this 30-day challenge. “I don’t know,” I told her. “Probably eat something?” It hadn’t occurred to me. Just being finished felt like celebration enough. I’ve been officially teaching writing for...
Day 28: Tribe
This morning is one of those mornings. Nothing terrible happens, shit just goes wrong. Then I find out that the friend I’m supposed to meet in Bucharest, where I’m headed today, can’t make it. At lunchtime, Pietro drives me to the train station, even though I could...
Day 27: Tiramisu
I had to stay home and work today. Someone’s gotta be productive around this place. Maria and Pietro were out all day, including for both lunch and dinner (gasp!), so I was left to my own devices. Sort of. “You take food from the fridge,” Maria commanded, before they...
Day 25: That’s Amore
I get home today after a big museum escapade to find Pietro and Maria playing cards at the kitchen table. This spurs to Pietro to tell me the story of how they met. He was at a ski chalet with friends, and Maria showed up with a mutual friend… and her then husband....
Day 22: Two Bathrobes
This morning, my Italian mama, Maria, makes me a cappuccino. On the bus 20 minutes later, I feel like a cracked out windup toy. This is why I do not drink coffee. This is also why I have two pages of notes in my notepad which I can't make out. At the time, though, I...
