bElLa reGiNa

i need to go to rome. really, i do. the renaissance, anne rice's vampires, the churches and cathedrals. the ridiculously breathtaking art. the language -- oh, those rolling r's! the pasta. the pizza. the wine w/c i will soon learn to drink like c2.

strolling down the streets holding a frappe in hand, palazzos at the horizon. the great italian novel tucked underneath one arm and my pulitzer-recipient-to-be manuscript under the other.

hot italian men in peasant shirts, on their scooters.

i *need* to go to rome.