Kenya

Mom & Sister left some days ago, and it's back to me, and Jac, and the cats and trying to think of where to get away to this summer.

I think we've got it. Kenya. Somewhere between reading about the tourist-assaulting monkeys that swing across highways on rope bridges and walking the film "My Africa" in Italian -- I fell in love. And decided that our next trip will be there.

And I need it, I really need it, because since Dublin (Which was like a three month funeral. My funeral, probably.) i've lost faith in the classic european city's ability to charm me with its alleyways, pretentious culture and peculier accents. I need something different. Really different. I want to be in that constant fix with my surroundings, constanting thinking -- why and how and what if and challenging the 'way things are' or have always been, what i've gotten too used to for at least three years that I have been living in Rome. Seriously. I'm forgetting how 'different' things can be.

I think, what i'm most afraid of, is that I won't want to come home.

But that's what return tickets are for.