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day sixty**

11 Oct

** published a few days late because i was in milan and frankly, way too busy eating pasta to think about finding the internet and posting all about the pasta and pizza i was grateful for.

1. my husband will pay 10€ so i can watch a movie

i realize that hotels have to charge for things, i mean, that makes sense. especially movies, as they are “luxury items” or whatever, but 10€? seriously?

we were tired though, and all we wanted to do was lie in our hotel room and watch movies. and my husband, because he’s fantastic, was totally willing to pay because i wanted to watch one. i love him!

2. pasta pomodoro

okay this picture isn’t of the most amazing spaghetti pomodoro that i had the day before, but it was still really good. and beyond that, it was room service. which is so much better than any other type of food. and how much i loved the pomodoro sauce here made me wish i could just buy a whole bunch and also buy another suitcase to carry back as much sauce as i possibly could have.

it’s just delicious.

3. free breakfast buffet

eggs, toast, croissants, juice, water, fruit plates, bacon and sausages for james, and more. breakfast buffets are so good, the best in fact, but they are even better when they are free (or included in the charge of the room).

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day fifty nine**

11 Oct

** published a few days late because i was in milan and frankly, way too busy eating pasta to think about finding the internet and posting all about the pasta and pizza i was grateful for.

1. lactose pills

i know i’ve been thankful for these before, but seriously, i was in italy. i basically dreamed of cheese: on pizza, on pasta, just in my mouth, in every way possible.

so, i am so so grateful for the lactose pills that make it possible for me to eat cheese, especially while in italy. and though my stomach still doesn’t love it, it’s so worth it. yum.

2. hotel rooms

i could live in hotel rooms. always and forever. i don’t know what it is about them that i love, besides the comfort and cleanliness that someone else is responsible for. our hotel was really nice and the bed was big and comfortable and the shower was about ten times larger than ours is, which means there was actually space to move around while cleaning myself.

i’m grateful both for the room, and for the ability to pay for them, or more specifically, how hard my husband works to take me on weekend trips to italy.

3. random little café with the best spaghetti pomodoro ever

it’s always hard to choose a restaurant when you are traveling, because the touristy ones are usually overpriced and not as good as they should be, while the random hole-in-the-walls are hard to find, and could easily just be a gross hole-in-the-wall. but every now and then, you get lucky. and today, we got so lucky.

i’m still dreaming about it.

day fifty eight**

11 Oct

** published a few days late because i was in milan and frankly, way too busy eating pasta to think about finding the internet and posting all about the pasta and pizza i was grateful for.

1. tori amos

absolutely amazing, and the reason we went to milan. i have to say that out of all the concerts my husband has taken me to since we started dating (rufus wainwright, bruce springsteen, leonard cohen…), tori amos was definitely his least favorite, as i knew she would be. but that’s okay. he behaved himself and i didn’t mind, because all i was interested in was her! she was mesmerizing, gorgeous and so amazingly talented.

i’m grateful and frankly, awe-struck, that there are people in this world with that much talent. and i’m so glad that i was able to witness it live. now only tom waits remains of my top five… well, if you think morrissey counts for the smiths, which i don’t, because as fabulous and wonderful as he is, he’s pretty crappy live.

2. james giving me his pasta

it was a weird day. we had been up so early to fly to milan and i was exhausted and just in a bad mood, despite the fact that we were in italy and we were going to see tori amos. i had some food issues: there were just so many options and i wanted everything. so, in my confusion, i ordered the wrong dinner. i ordered tagliatelle ai funghi, which looked good and was alright, but just wasn’t what i wanted. so when my dinner came, i almost felt like crying (ridiculous, i know, but as i said, it was one of those days). my beautiful husband had ordered pesto pasta which is his favorite and was delicious, which made me want to cry even more.

without ever making me feel bad or complaining about not having his pasta, he traded with me and even pretended to like my dish better. he’s the best.

3. italian

oh my goodness, it’s the best language that there is. it makes me feel a little bit angry that i’m here in germany and that i have to learn german because it just isn’t as good as italian. neither is the accent when they speak english.

no matter what happens (and i hope that what happens is that i learn german), i will learn italian again at one point. even if it’s when i’m eighty.

just for fun, the song she ended on, before her encores (though this video is from a different tour):