And I had two thoughts:
- What the fuck am I going to do here for 4 days?
- I miss Rome.
I miss Rome.
I miss Romans.
I look out over my beautiful view and I'm cranky and bored. I turn to Aine and say, "Aine, what are we going to do here?"
"We are going to relax, Janice."
Relaxing isn't exactly my forté. I am, as Elizabeth Gilbert describes in Eat Pray Love:
"the overstressed executive who goes on vacation, but who cannot relax."I miss Rome, but I'll give this relaxing a try.
This isn't Rome.