Florence. Fuck, dude. It’s pretty gorgeous
I’m leaving early in the morning, like 6 AM early, hauling myself and all my luggage a mile to the tram, taking the tram to the train station (hopefully, if the tram decides it wants to go all the way to the train station, because sometimes it only wants to go halfway there. fingers crossed!), catching the train to the airport, and then hopping on a a nice long juicy direct flight home. I’ve got an audiobook version of A Year of Magical Thinking and the rest of Picking Bones from Ash to finish and I SO wish I had some sort of sleep aid but I sadly do not.
Rome has been swell. A great trip all around, and I do not regret the impulsive decision for a moment. My ankle kind of sucked but I shocked myself with my willingness to deal with pain. I walked for hours and hours because there was always another gorgeous thing to see around the corner. I’d come back in a heartbeat, but I actually think Berlin will be my next big trip after all this book tour business.
Fall 2010 in Berlin? Sure, why not?
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My most recent LHB Antiheroine interview with Lisa Hanawalt is now up. Read it here.
Also, here’s the Facebook invite for the next Largehearted Lit @ The Knit event.
I have nothing left to promote. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
