After two weeks of running errands in Berlin, I am off to Italy for two weeks. This is a gift to myself for taking a year off from life and finishing writing my Ph.D. It is not a two-week vacation, mind you, but a two-week conference devoted to literature and theatre. What is in store for me? Papers, lectures, discussions, readings, plays. But also: Italian food three times a day (and I am planning, in an Elizabeth Gilbert manner, to really have a relationship with my meals there!), excursions to towns in Piemont region, and much quality time spent talking with new and old friends. I can’t wait and am giddy with anticipation all day today, as I am flying from Tegel tomorrow at dawn.
I remember I was dreaming of Italy last year and thinking it was about time I went there again: I spent a magical New Year’s Eve ice-skating in Milan once and had a couple of gorgeous weeks in Tuscany in the summer. Exactly on my birthday in dreary November I received an email saying I’ve been offered a scholarship to attend this conference in Italy and I thought life is good and I’m one lucky girl. Ever had experiences like that?
P.S. I’m rehearsing my Italian pronounciation today by listening to Eros Ramazzotti and Andrea Bocelli. Enjoy!
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