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July 28, 2009

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Posts by Leah Bigelow

Realizations

I have a confession to make. At first, I was very wary about this project. I didn’t think I would be able to come up with any “rich moments” worth writing about.  Oh how wrong I was.
Italy, Urbino, even my home in Southern California has provided exceptional opportunities for moments worth remembering. Once I was [...]

July 28th, 2009 | Tags: , , , , , | No Comments »

Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes

“Testa. Spalle. Ginocchi. Piedi,” the man said as he pointed to his head, shoulders, knees, and toes. We mimicked his actions, repeating each word out loud, and desperately tryed to memorize the Italian version of the popular U.S. children’s song.
Aly, Alyssa, and I were well into our second bottle of wine (the delicious vino rosso [...]

July 23rd, 2009 | Tags: , , | 1 Comment »

No Shoes For You

Hello, my name is Leah, and I am a shoe-aholic.
 
I love all types: flops, ballet flats, boots, but I have developed a special addiction to heels. They are the first items to catch my eye when I walk into a shoe store, and I jump at any chance to wear them. I feel fortunate that [...]

July 18th, 2009 | Tags: , , | 1 Comment »

Life’s a Beach

I stood facing the wide expanse of blue sea, my toes sinking deeper into the sand as each wave glided over and past my toes. I felt the warmth of the sun tan – or rather, burn – my skin and took in a deep breath of fresh beach air.
 
 
This, to me, was heaven.
 
The body [...]

July 18th, 2009 | Tags: , , | 1 Comment »

Come Si Dice ‘Stuck’ in Italiano?

It had been a long day traveling to and from the beach town of Pesaro, and I was more than ready to wash the grimy mixture of rain, sweat, and sunscreen off of my skin. After a refreshing shower, I wrapped myself in a towel, unlocked the door, pulled on the handle and . . . [...]

July 11th, 2009 | Tags: , | 1 Comment »

Alone in Roma

I gazed out across the terrace, past the guard rail covered in vines, to the city that lay below. With a book in my left hand and a glass of Prosecco at my right, I felt content. I may have been all by myself, thousands of miles away from home, but right then, that was [...]

July 8th, 2009 | Tags: | 1 Comment »
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