Only a European vacation could make me even more boring

I've decided I'm not going to write about how sad I am to leave Italy, for possibly the last time in a long long time, and how I will no longer have my parents to take me out to a lovely Italian restaurant for every meal. That, in itself, is terribly depressing. No more profiteroles. Weep!

My mom and I did some more shopping this afternoon, and my little suitcase is now bulging with candy and Christmas decorations and presents and small ceramic things I couldn't do without. I bought a little Santa in Germany that Phillip keeps calling The Gnome. It's not very funny. I even bought something at the BX today, a little Polish pottery cross. And I had to buy it while pretending not to notice a former high school teacher lurking across the way, who almost certainly noticed and recognized me and didn't say anything, which I decided was perfect reason not to acknowledge him. Because: ICK.

We have dozens of pictures, but I think I've introduced you to my parents' computer, a fixture in their house since 1995, and I don't even want to attempt the upload.

Not sad not sad not sad.

At the market this morning my mom and I had a very difficult time deciding on what baby things to buy, because we don't know if it's a boy or a girl. The yellow and orange and green things are just not as cute as the pink and blue things, but you don't want to buy the pink snowsuit only to find out you should have bought the blue. So I am under strict orders to let her know ASAP so she can buy the appropriate items before she comes home for Christmas. Fine with me! I just hope the baby cooperates. We find out in three weeks. I can't believe it.

Gosh this is dull. Travel zaps my brain. Maybe it's the food. I have eaten my weight in pasta and bread in less than a week.

I feel bad, because I've written heaps of posts while sitting in the back of a car, zooming down the autobahn or careening through the villages. I've thought of all sorts of insightful and original things to say, but once I'm in front of this computer I'm completely blank. In fact, right now I am thinking about all the goodies I need to steal from the kitchen and load into my carry on bag. Also, what tube stop is nearest the theater where I will be seeing Wicked tomorrow night. Because did I tell you I'm going to see Wicked? In London? Neener neener neener.

I know it's only lunch time in Seattle, but I'm off to bed.

Comments

[Christina/Mrs Broccoli Guy]

Excuse me whilst I try desperately not to be jealous of you jetting all over Europe while here in the PNW we have SNOW up the wazoo... no kidding, we have like 3 inches just since dinner time. Freaky. Just thought you ought to know what you are missing back home. :-)

[Angela]

Wicked. Sob.

When I move to Seattle you're going to have to come over and we'll sing Wicked karaoke. Totally awesome.