I just ate proscuitto and melon at my dining room table in Los Angeles, to pretend that I was instead in Italy, like I was at this very moment three summers ago when I lived in Florence. If I had a do-over, this time I would try to savor it a bit more, rather than waste my time worrying for all the wrong reasons.
Besties On Ice
Pretty much a blog about my bestie and me ice skating, or just using ice skating metaphors, or really nothing of the sort.