Mountains and Monsoons and Cherubs... Oh, My!

Holy jet lag, Batman. So this is what all of my cultured and well-traveled friends and acquaintances have complained about all these years. I've slept appoximately 1.5/ the last um... 24 hours? I think? Since I left, anyway. I still don't have this damn time change figured out. We're six hours ahead of Philly, so you can use your mathematical skills and figure it out for me. I went to art school for a reason - homie don't do math.

As you can see from my blogging, I did not die on the way here. Unless I'm blogging in the afterlife, which would be really pathetic. To answer my own question from my previous post, my plane entertainment included "Babies" (which is completely overrated or probably just not appreciated by people like me who have taken care of so many different kids from different cultures who curse themselves for not thinking of such an obvious idea for a documentary oh and by the way there is absolutely no narration which fucking sucks in a documentary where your main subjects don't fucking talk) about 5 minutes of "Why Did I Get Married Too?" (because I couldn't take any more than that), and a bunch of "House." I had never seen "House" before, and when I found myself actually welling up in tears at the season finale, I realized... long flights are not for me.

Anyway... we're here in Palermo, Sicily in an adorable little hotel right on the water. It's GORGEOUS here (minus the massive amounts of rain we're getting). Hopefully I'll be able to post pictures soon. There are huge-ass mountains with quaint little houses everywhere. I should write travel books - that was just so eloquent. I am exhausted - did I mention that? Katie wanted me to post a blog entry so I had to go against my creative flow and post when I wasn't inspired, man. You arsty folk out there feel me.

OH! There are fucking paintings of cherubs in EVERY ROOM. In case you don't know, I have a massive cherub phobia. Bring on the nightmares. I want some damn pizza. And sleep. And to not have dead naked babies with wings stare at me as I sleep.

- Joanna

Note - Spell-check isn't working. Quit your judging, asshole. Sorry. I'm tired. You're not an asshole. I love you.