Wednesday, April 24, 2013


I am in Italy. Josh served a mission here,  and I don't know why he ever came home. Its a beautiful place. I have eaten lots of pasta and pizza and gelato. People really do say "capisce." It's ok to joke about the mafia, and its also NOT ok. Everyone is just a little happier and a tad bit better looking than we are. Maybe its because they take three hour naps every afternoon?  Or go to dinner at 9 pm? Or love life a little more than we do? I'm trying to figure out their secret.
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