Fabbrica di Piccioli

Awake and Dreaming.

I did it! I am actually here in Europe. I am so amazed and proud of myself right now. I have been dreaming about Europe since I was 12, when I became a Robbie Williams fan. Yes, laugh it up, but it is true! My infatuation with the British pop star is where it all started. If I get to see him live in concert, I am going to pee my pants with happiness.

I found London quite overwhelming, insanely expensive and incredibly crowded. Perhaps I was just far to jet lagged to enjoy the very short time I was there. The high light of my short stop in London was seeing Big Ben from the bus that was taking me to the Airport. In fact, that little moment made it all worth the while.

Now I am in the province of Pisa (located in the region of Tuscany). It is breathtakingly beautiful! I'm in awe of it all, every single second. There is a church here in the town of Fabbrica that was built in the twelfth century. Walking by it yesterday evening with the tolling of the bell was quite magical. I have never wanted to to go a church so badly! One afternoon this week  I am going to take a visit.  I'm hoping I am able to go up to the bell tower.

I really love the farm I am on. I am the only WWOOFer here and Julia is'nt coming till the 20th now, but now that I am here, being on my own isn't so daunting anymore. The work can be rather physically demanding (which is a good thing, considering the amount of pasta and breads we eat here!), but I am not required to work very long hours. It's very relaxed here.

Well the the rain is pouring down heavy and wet, just in time for my evening in Pisa! I think I will take shelter in one of the Museums.

Now here is a photo of Robbie Williams dressed as a rabbit.

I'm so excited, I'm coughing up butterflies!

So it's almost the big day! Just one more night in Campbell River. Oh my god, I made it! I survived two months of sleeping in my parents basement in Campbell River (in case it hasn't been clear, Campbell River has got to be my least favorite town that I have ever lived in. I just find it so lackluster and uninspiring). And of course I love my parents, and it's not that they are difficult to live with (at all!). It's living without my independence that is difficult.

I moved out on my own the second I had the chance and oh what a glorious day that was. Just seventeen. The year I sported a rather stylish black and burgundy mohawk.  Now I'm 25, but that no matter how old you get you will always feel like a kid/teenager again the minute you're back living (or "extended visit", as I'd like to refer to it as) with the folks.

But very soon I'll have my independence back. I can see that light glowing warm and bright at the end of this tunnel... and that light is the sunny weather of Tuscany! FINALLY. It feels like I have been waiting forever. But first a quick stop in Vancouver with some very special ladies for Caribbean food and rum cocktails at the Reef and then two nights in London, catching up with an old friend and roommate I met in Victoria, BC. Che vita!