I was listening to the song "Big Jet Plane" by Angus and Julia Stone the other day and it made me think of this quick little session on the street we did a few weeks ago. I just remember when loading the pictures and seeing them for the first time how I wished so much we were somewhere in Europe, London or Paris! So many reasons why we both dream of visiting all the places across the pond. The history, the stories, castles, coble stone roads, art, churches, architecture, double decker buses, going for a picnic in Notting Hill and gasping at all the pretty pastel colored homes and cars. I have pinned the perfect dress and shoes to wear when I go for that picnic. I plan my outings seriously and apparently far in advance. The red telephone booth, I have pictured many times in my head a session (kissing session) in a red telephone booth.
When I was talking to a friend of mine who's a musician in Europe about it. He said, "Nah you don't want to go near those things. They smell and people just piss in them!" Oh Lord, I guess I will have to bring a suitcase of disinfectant wipes and Febreze. I asked him to steal one for me and hide it under his bed until I get over there to pick it up!!! Honestly the way he talked about them I don't think anyone would notice or care. We want to eat at cute cafe's, eat lots of pizza in Italy. I tried learning Italian once, I downloaded the Rosetta Stone app on my phone. It's such a pretty sounding language I think. Two weeks I played with that app, TWO WEEKS and all I could learn was "Buongiorno" I no longer have that app on my phone. When I was in Mexico, I put my hand on a palm tree and a little lizard jumped on my hand. I screamed so loud.
Near by were standing three all 4 feet tall elderly couple's who rushed over to asked if I was ok in the cutest Italian accents. I said OMG are you Italians from Italy? They replied "Yes we are Italians, but we are from Boston." I began telling them how much I want to learn the language and visit the country because my grandfather is Italian. They asked his name and of course I embellished it a little and said "Leonardooo Reeeeecheeee" his name is Lenard Ricci. They replied "Oh yes the Ricci's from Sicily." Yes yes!! but not really, my great grandfather who is Italian is from England and immigrated to Canada from England not Italy. But I didn't have the heart to tell them because they all sounded so excited. I love listening to accents, I could spend a whole day (probably a whole year) talking to strangers just so I could here their accents. When I was in Manhattan NY, I literally was racking my brain trying think of questions to ask all the cute police officers just so I could here their New York accents. That is a true story!! There's 3 police officers on every block too, so I was one happy girl. I don't think I have an accent, but once when we were eating pancakes at an IHOP in Wisconsin the waiter kept coming to our table asking me questions. It was an abnormally insane amount of questions. He then asked where I was from because he thought my accent was cute. The way I say pancakes he'd never heard it said like that before. Apparently I say pancakes like this, paaaaaaancaaaaaakes eh! I was pretty delighted all day thinking to myself, heck yeah I have an accent!!!!
One Saturday evening I printed off the history of the Tower of London, curled up with cinnamon tea and melted my eyes into the paper and soaked up every word. It's unbelievable to me all the history that little piece of land holds. We've watched all the documentaries on Netflix, a few twice. So I know someday my guy will take me on a BIG JET PLANE over to Europe.