Day 1: Plane to Cloud Timeless.

           I walked into the airport not even feeling what I should have felt.Vacation. It wasn't that moment yet but it should have, I had just left my parents, gave them a big hug that my family usually don't deal with. Not even anxiety went through my stomach. Content and calm as could be, now this was strange. Standing in line not saying a word to Lauren, my older sister, all I could think about was: I wonder if there are two beds, I don't want to share one. Stupidest thoughts going through my head and not even one bad thought, more on the random side.Lauren and I stood in line for about and hour and a half to get our boarding passes, and I actually knew one of the ladies behind the counter. We went to school together. She didn't notice me. shucks!

           We received our boarding passes and kept traveling through the airport. Now going through an airport is like playing a video game. We passed Level 1, our reward was our boarding passes. Heading to Level 2, I realized this time was different than Switzerland. I traveled there one year prior to this trip. Customs use to be

easy, now I don't mean that in a terrorist kind of way. They use to be easy to keep on going, hard to lag things on the airplane. One being stupid hand sanitizer, what is my hands got dirty? But they changed the security around. It used to be a metal detector. NOW, it is this walk way were you stand face this huge black screen. There is a huge black screen to your rear as well. You stand there with your two hands over your head for about 10 seconds. And this so called scanner takes a naked photo of your front and back.

           Now I don't know who sees this but I sure would have liked to ask. But too nervous. I only wanted to be on that flight to Italia and not in a jail cell because I was asking question ab

out the security system.Think about it though.From the hair on your head to all 10 toes that you have AND EVERYTHING IN THE MIDDLE. Some man because I doubt the government would let a woman take that job, they would be to secretive of what they just saw is looking at your naked body. What does he say to the man that makes you wait to see if your scan was all clear? It creeps me out and makes me and a lot of others feel uncomfortable. I understand why it is happening, do you not? Just thought I had the freedom and choice to show my naked body to whom I would like too.

           I stood there and felt this vibration right in the middle of my skull. To this day, I do not know if it was just myself, acting up, from being so angry. Or the radiations from the full body scanner ruining my body. The scan was finished and I walked out. But still had to wait 'til this man told me I was clear. Passed Level 2.

          

Back From A Fantasy.

          You know, it's crazy to think where you are this this particular moment, you truly do not want to be in. I recenter just came back home from Italy, which was a fantastic trip (if you haven't traveled there before I recommend doing so). Italy is beautiful, mostly for their architecture, is simply just amazing. I came to me asking: Who sat here and did all this work? Who the hell designed this? Wow, how did they get do high? How did they pain a ceiling with no scaffolding?

          Going to a different country, especially if you live in the states, is a whole new experience. Their customs, laws, ways are all different than ours and it is clearly wonderful. Learning new things is also a plus. Something said in Italy really opened my mind and hope to continue to live by it. "dolche far niente" which the english translation is "The sweetness of doing nothing". The italians live by this, and I think that is just a brilliant conception. 

          Next time you decide to go out for dinner. Try and enjoy your meal, and then take your time when you are finished. The american servers are very selfish and rush you out of "their" tables. Don't feel rushed. Enjoy your time and meal and company, to whom you are sharing this meal with. You paid for your meal. You most likely waited to sit down. And lastly, you tipped the server. So sit their, and give your body a little time to digest as well as just rest. If you feel rushed, COMPLAIN. Because that is a bad server. 

          The city of love, Verona, was beautiful yet calm. I recently just saw Letters To Juliet, a movie that was located in Verona. The movie was a sweet romantic love story of a woman who wrote a letter to Juliet Capulet (William Shakespeare's character Juliet Capulet, in his tragedy: Romeo & Juliet). 50 years later a younger woman on her honeymoon found the letter and responded to it. It was a beautifully wrote letter, and the whole movie these two woman, and the older woman's grandson, travel to find the older woman's true love. Again such a sweet romantic story. 

          The letter talked about using the two words "what" and "if". Separate these words are as harmless as can be, but put them both together and they can be the deadliest to words of the human heart. The letter made me think about love and how does love exactly happen. People are sex addicts in our country. They are in other places as well, don't get me wrong, but more in the United States than any other country. I feel like we miss the big picture, as it drives away attached to a bus. I mean do we know how to love or do we not. Does anyone? Can anyone? How do you know? I wish I watched this movie because I traveled to Italy because I would have loved to feel what I feel now in the city of love.