really?

the guardrail in Fiesole.
translated:
"I would like to be your tears
and be Born of your eyes
Live on your cheeks
and Die in your lips... I love you."

my fsvorite spot in all of Firenze.

well, I'm home now. I am happy to be around people that love me, and everyone's been so nice. I kind of forgot what that was like. It's warm and cozy.

BUT my heart, as I knew it would, is crying for Firenze. I left someone, and now, the fact that we are an ocean apart hurts like hell.

Everyone is asking me, "How was it?" ....Well it's hard to sum up 4 months of adventures, romantic dilemmas (and the subsequent heartbreak), exploring, learning and Vespa riding into a just a few words. I lived so much in in the past 4 months. I am different now, wiser and the better for it. It was a roller coaster ride that I am a little bruised from, but still exhilarated and a bit breathless. I cannot believe all that happened, both the good and the bad. I have both been so high with happiness, and low with anguish at different times. I don't even know what to say about it all.

I loved my time there. it was the craziest, surprising, eye-opening, wonderful time.

I am going back. Mark my words.

Seems that all my friends were right
That we can't survive on your bedroom eyes
And a Spanish guitar

When we started this it was paradise
Not just Bethnal green
And it's just not right this waiting game
Making a cuckold of me

I can be as cruel as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as cruel as you
Fighting lies with lies
(If you need time)

And it's just not like me to lash out
But, enough is enough
Tell me what the others can do
That I can't?

Stuck on a dream that somewhere is better
You'll be the one missing out

I can be as cruel as you