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In some small sense, it feels perfectly normal to be sitting in the cozy corner of a small restaurant that shares a wall with an ancient Roman ruin, sipping wine, and eating tapas. Advertisements
For the first time since I arrived, I feel a sense of belonging. I have fashioned a life for myself here out of nothing, and I am proud. November 28, 2010 Without my even noticing, he has become … Continue reading
It’s the kind of night you wish would never end and always comes to a close too soon.
We stay late, people trickling out slowly, leaving behind rings of wine on the wooden tables and skeletal remains of cheese and bread.
FAILURE If you read my post on November 14, you know about my One a Day project. You would also know that even though I was out of town on a business trip to Philadelphia last week, I was planning … Continue reading
We spend the next two hours talking and laughing and eating way too much food.
For the first time I wonder what Ricardo knows about the relationship between Gabby and my mom. What things Gabby may have said about our family and her sister, even just in passing.
“Someday they will both move past the…past,” he says slowly.
“She didn’t even consider it, Ricardo. Not even a little bit.”
Ricardo orders drinks, the chorizo al vino and other tapas. While we wait, I tell him about my mother’s refusal to come to Gabby’s party.