Wanderlust Italy 1


This is the first of many posts where I share pictures from my trip to Italy five years ago. I can’t believe it’s been five year. Italy was a country I was homesick for before I’d ever been and I dream about going back there every day. It was eating gelato multiple times a day, living in a walled city, discovering how to communicate all over again, the most delicious food I’ve ever eaten, hurry up and wait, so much sunshine, postcard days, comfort in something foreign, trying limoncello, pizza with whole olives rolling off the slices, daily markets, siesta every afternoon, magic unfolding everywhere.










 

* I recently discovered picmonkey and I’ve been addicted to making pictures look awesome. So that’s where these were all edited.

California Here We Come

I bought melaniekristy.com and I’m pretty excited about that. The snow has STOPPED, it rained yesterday. I can see a little bit of the actual ground. This is amazing. I cannot even express it…

You know that song Boston by Augustana? Every time I listen to it, I wish he was singing the other way around. I absolutely love Boston, but I wish that song had the sentiments of leaving. I wish it sang about wanting to see the sunset, about going to California, instead. (Does anyone find it ironic that he sings about going to Boston where “no one knows my name” when the exact opposite was the theme song of Cheers, the TV show that took place in Boston?)

I’ve been missing California a lot lately. There are two places I am homesick for: California and Italy. The last time I was in either place was in the summer of 2007, and I’m finding myself at a loss as why I am not back at either place right now. But California and I have a much deeper relationship than what I have with Italy. In California there are people to miss, friendships I’ve lost touch with, relatives who live there. I miss simple little things like pesto bagels and In N Out signs. I miss the sunshine and that fact that I felt like I could breathe there. I miss driving by hills and watching cows grazing on the sides. There are so many parts of California I never got to explore, and just as many that I want to see again.

I want to take a road trip down the 101, listen to Phantom Planet and drink smoothies while wearing sunglasses and singing loudly. I want to see San Diego and spend more time on the beaches. I want to go to all of the places Francesca Lia Block talks about in all of her novels. I’d design my own FLB field trip. Take pictures of everything. I want to go to Santa Monica and sing Savage Garden while I ride the ferris wheel. I want to make my way through Hollywood, put my hands inside hand prints of stars. I want to drive up up up until I’m in San Fransisco. I want to eat ice cream at Ghiradelli and drive over the Golden Gate bridge, through the rainbow tunnel into Sonoma County where I lived for almost a year. But that’s not all, I want to keep going. Up along the coast, down the scary roads that are on the sides of cliffs that over look the ocean.

I want. I want. I want. But I am here right now. So you might be subjects to tales of wander lust, picture posts and lots of… me.

I’m working on writing more. I know this is my blog and there’s no need to apologize for anything I say or don’t say in here. But promising to write makes me feel a little more accountable, like there’s enough people out there reading who are excited to see my posts.

<3.Melanie.Kristy