tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474232604207685331.post1904816569465035424..comments2019-08-28T15:39:11.664-04:00Comments on Portrait of an Artist: "I'm going to a town that has already been burned down..."Alechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01728990110814050022noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474232604207685331.post-50889060460850397942008-05-11T18:22:00.000-04:002008-05-11T18:22:00.000-04:00I can't believe you went back to SGM... and that h...I can't believe you went back to SGM... and that he was SAD. He was so happy when he saw us... I think he does miss us. Il sui bionde.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I'm sort of really jealous. And yes. Cookies is the shit. Even if it does feel a little weird saying "una coppa dei fragole... e <B>cookies</B>."<BR/><BR/>I had a waffle with gelato and chocolate drizzled on it in Spain and thought of you... while cramming my face. Glorious! I'm glad we both had our shameful food moments that were only shameful because they were so very awesome.Alechttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01728990110814050022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474232604207685331.post-76214564873852763882008-05-11T11:31:00.000-04:002008-05-11T11:31:00.000-04:00wasn't the trip just so amazing! i loved this post...wasn't the trip just so amazing! i loved this post, i was brought RIGHT BACK! not that it was that long ago, buy oy, it was grand!!!!<BR/><BR/>gumsplitters unite man!<BR/><BR/>and guess where we went on our final day in florence before we flew back home?!?!?! you guessed it! SGM, he looked as sad and aloof as ever. I don't even know if he recognized me as the girl that squealed with delight upon getting our pic taken behind the epic heaps of sad gelato. or maybe he did but was too sad and sighful to let us know.....his eyes, they just looked so sad. he missed us.<BR/><BR/>i got cookies and bacio and dubbed it the BEST FREAKIN' GELATO EVER.........again!<BR/><BR/>i have to call your spanish ass to hear everything....you can hear about and SEE my crepe con nutella experience in Rome. tears, joy, and snot were all involved. as well as me cleaning my nutella soaked hands in a fountain in Campo de Fiori (don't tell)Erynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14338920250971519325noreply@blogger.com