Dear Men in Suits on Scooters,
Bonus points for wearing a helmet. Because caring is sexy.
Triple points for talking on a cell phone, smoking a cigarette, and drinking a cafe while you drive. Because multi-tasking is sexy too. As long as I’m not walking too close to you– these streets are narrow, baby!
AMORE! CIAO! BASTA! PREGO! AMICI! MOZZARELLA! TOMATE! PATATE ARROSTO! POLLO ALLA ROMANO! CACIO E PEPE! DUE CAPPUCINI! OK!
There are no songbirds here; only seagulls, crows, and pigeons.
love, love, love, love, love–
PS– I don’t have internet, which is actually a beautiful thing, and so dear blog-baby, I apologize for neglecting you, and you, dear readers, I hope you have lovely summers just as I am. I recommend saying “Ciao” often, I’ve discovered it makes everything better.
Dear Jet Lag,
You can just take your aching bones and heads and stomachs and groggy eyes and heavy limbs and go home. Oh wait. That’s right. You don’t have a home because you just leech off poor tired travelers like a blood-sucking leech thing.
I’m leaving the country. Please be patient with irregular letters as I rub it in your faces that I am in Italy for the summer. Writing poetry. Like a boss.
Dear Justin Bieber,
You are 16.
YOU DO NOT NEED SOMEBODY TO LOVE.