I am deathly Rome-sick.
My Facebook newsfeed is a barrage of pictures from friends living in and/or visiting Europe.
I can handle it no more.
I am memory lane-ing it today:
(Some pictures may or may not be stolen. I plead the 5th.)
I miss pre-semester travels with Bodie & the Loch Ness Monster.
(I'm an expert photo editor, by the way.)
I miss gangster signs at the Pantheon.
This is before Teresa & I were even friends, and I made everyone pose like this.
She is clearly skeptical.
It's surprising our friendship even got off the ground.
I miss Christmas markets & carousels in Piazza Navona.
I had just been subjected to something really, really terrible
and my lovely roommates stopped their finals studying to cheer me up.
Obviously, they had no fun whatsoever.
I miss just hanging out at St. Peter's.
I still can't believe that that's a thing we did:
hung out at St. Peter's.
I miss church-ing & friend-ing in Trastevere.
I miss trips to Vesuvius.
I miss fighting the crowds at the Parthenon.
I miss kebabs & beer in Greece.
Good Lord, do I miss kebabs.
I miss train fiascos & passing a bottle of whiskey down the aisle.
I miss 10 for 10-day!
And falling asleep under pool tables.
I miss our 10-day motto.
"May we all find some meaning out of our backpacks" became such a
wonderful, tear-jerking, laughter-inducing toast.
I miss accidental Greenpeace rallies & pig hooves.
I miss Halloween bar & yard glasses.
I miss that church/flamenco bar.
I miss the nicest man in Budapest.
I absolutely DO NOT miss this train fiasco.
I miss the running joke about bathrooms in Prague.
I miss drunken nights with my oldest friend.
("We've known each other since we were 3!")
And I miss that oldest friend teaching me how to steal my Hofbrauhaus stein.
(It's under her coat, y'all. She is goooood.)
I miss our fabulous room in Assisi.
And accidentally setting the thermostat too high & falling into a heat-induced coma,
thereby missing the sneaky trip to the castle.
I miss seriously last-minute trips.
(John Paul was on his way out the door, asked if I wanted to go, I packed in 15 minutes.
Luckily, I had long since given up on looking attractive while traveling.)
I miss making Kenneth do touristy things with me.
Mostly, I miss everything & everybody.
Let's all go back together, k?
The Great State of Texas (& HEB) does it again.
That's right, bacon jam.
It might sound unappetizing, but let me tell you...
Regular hamburger? Meh.
Regular hamburger + bacon jam? WONDERFUL.
The bottle gives suggestions on how and with what to serve it,
but I think just "with a spoon" is sufficient.