My hot reallity is written by someone who is like me. She volunteers in South America and, as all humans do, has her up's and downs. She's been doing what I do longer than me. And she made me cry because she dares to speak her truth. She got me thinking about my truth. She got me thinking about the little girl inside me. Is my little one happy? I'll make two lists today.
What makes me happy.
Watching the moon everynight.
Taking pictures of all the magical images that the earth offers me.
Indulging in all these Italian desserts. The cream explodes in my mouth and I have a feeling of absolute bliss.
Tasting all these wonderful meals made with organic vegetables and homemade tomato sauce.
Watching the horses from my window.
Going to the olive mill and watch how olives become oil.
Meeting wonderful people.
What makes me unhappy.
Having to wake up at 6 in the morning.
Having certain Italian men look at me as a dessert.
Missing my man so badly.
Missing my dog so badly.
Missing the warmth of my own home and the warmth of having friends around for dinner.
At this time I just feel strange. I wanted to write all these amazing things I saw in the olive mill, but I guess I'm all stuck emotionaly. It brings tears to my eyes. It has to wait. I'm sorry.