These past few weeks, I keep having dreams about Europe: frolicking through Italy, packing for a trip to France, running through the airport in Spain. Then, I started reading Under the Tuscan Sun, which makes me want to quit my job, jet off to Tuscany, plant an olive farm, and live off of wine and cheese for the rest of my life. Now, maybe its because I have Europe on the brain, but I noticed this house by my school and couldn’t help but think…is this a sign?
Number one thing I regret from college: not going abroad.
Tell me this house doesn’t sliiightly resemble a rustic Tuscan villa.
In the middle of Boston.
I need to find a way!
These pictures are from our family trip to Italy in the summer of 2007. Take me back!!!