love ... the greatest of all things

The picture that almost kept me out of Turkey. Ok…I know this isn’t the best photo of me. In fact, it is a horrible picture of me and I was 17, but come on, it’s me! When I walked up to passport control the man looked back and forth for a minute or so. He then asked the guy next to him what he thought. He looked back and forth 3 times and decided he didn’t know either. They called a supervisor who also decided he didn’t know if it was me or not. After standing there for what felt like half an hour, the first man typed some notes into the computer and stamped me. Maybe I should consider visiting the American consulate when I return to Milan and taking a new photo. If that’s even.possible…lol

A gift from the most important Italian in my life. Between fishing socks from the couch, being monsters in the closet together, and playing hide and seek Benniamino and I have developed quite a strong relationship the past few months. These mimosas seal the deal. lol

This made my day! The things people come up with LOL

(via everything-inspiring)

I’ve learned a thing or two about this little blue book the past few months. It entitles you to a lot more than just a seat on the plane if you purchase one. This little blue book is the reason why there is a stereotype that Americans are spoiled and self-entitled. It is, in part, because we are slightly spoiled when we travel. When some people see a blue passport with that USA seal, no further questions are asked (unless of course you’re in London and they ask you 3738 questions simply because they can). Am I saying it’s right? No. Am I saying it’s ok to take adavantage of the system? No…well…yeah, but only when you really need to :) There have definitely been times when I’ve stressed out and people have said, “Chill out. You have a blue passport.” … and all was right with the world.

Sitting at the table with my boss while she studies makes me feel really productive even though I’m clearly not doing anything at all.