dear s club 7,

why were you in my dream last night?

and why was i part of your group?

also, why was mr. darcy?

in your group, i mean- not in my dream

(that's obvious ;))

also, we should probably rehearse more.

love,

celeste

dear tuscany,

thanks for saving the best weather imaginable for my last week in florence.

it's so much easier to admire your rolling hill towns

when the sun is up and the skies are this clear

you're so gorgeous.

love,

celeste

dear weather.com,

you are terrible at predicting weather.

you told me to expect rain in venice- and there was nothing but sunshine.

and today you forecasted slight rain.. and i was stuck in a snow blizzard.

get yourself together!

dear heart,

stop it.

love,

dear bugs,

i know i'm sweet, but please stop trying to eat me.

16 bug bites is quite enough, thank you.

distantly but affectionately yours,

celeste

dear americans in florence,

yes, you.

the very ones who make no effort to learn more than 7 words in italian, and care nothing about italian culture. you who came here with no intention of learning, but just to say "you've been" to florence, to europe, to wherever. wasting your money to get shit-faced every night or to spend ridiculous amounts on stupid things you can easily buy back in america. why are you here? how can you waste an opportunity like this?

it makes me sad that there are people who would give almost anything to be in your position, and you're here just wasting it.

dear david,

i can't wait to share our travel adventures in just 37 days.

everything reminds me of you, and it doesn't help that you share a last name with the george washington of italy:

i can't wait for our train rides together seeing beautiful things along the way like this:

(although i'm guessing there won't be much snow...)

i know this isn't your favorite holiday, but i like it because i spend it thinking of you.

even if we are 6000 miles apart.

see you in paris ♥

(love),

celpoke