The blog continues with some encouragement.... it is hard with no way to upload pictures and internet costs. So luckily I wrote some things down :)
Lake Como
We arrived in the pouring rain and the weather got better with each day that 3 old friends slipped back in to being 12 yrs old again.
The bus vears through small towns along the lake till we arrive at the hostle. We sit down on the porch located on a hill looking out over the lake with snow capped mountains in the background. We dink carafs of house wine and play SPIT, talking about the years we've missed of each other in between. The sun slides behind the jagged mountain tops and the moon slowly rises surrounded by constellations and galaxies I rarely get to see.
We are laughing loudly and Ashleigh says that ˝if we are going to be loud, we should go in the closet˝ .... and we are in fact 12 yrs old again and nearly crying.
The pasta is amazing, the stories hilarious, the scenery stunning... but there is so much ˝home˝ here that its hard to remember we are far away. I love my old friends and seeing all the wonderful changes in all of us.
So true, so true. Glad to see that we've grown to be such awesome women doing some amazing things in our lives, and yet we can so easily revert to the three girls giggling, playing spit, and talking about our rock collections. This was such a fun weekend, just wish Ashleigh could have stayed longer.
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