Photo diary: When in Rome
August 27, 2017
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http://hiddenacres.ca/site/?m=loan-corporation-bank I loved the watermelon seller carts by the roadside, cicadas at night, astonishing even myself at my ability to do absolutely fuck all but lie stock still, headphones on, tanning my lazy, lazy butt, wandering around in teeny bikinis – my ass has seen more daylight this week than it has in the last 40 years, vertiginous winding roads, ancient olive trees, eating grapes picked and handed over by the farmer – my mother can charm anyone, in any language, checking for ripe figs, watching the cousins getting on; messing around, the bigger ones twisting arms for cocktails not mocktails, flocks of swallows and swifts swooping all around us, the food, spending quality time with people I love – quality time with my sister is insulting each other, flipping the bird at every available opportunity and her reminding me that I’d forgotten to get dressed, again. Quality. And we met such nice, kind people. I did not love the fact that being a single woman with two children it wasn’t possible for me to visit Albania without written permission from my girls’ father. Forgot what century I was in there… That itch to make a run for it that’s been ever present of late is scratched though, for a little while at least.
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