Parma was wonderful but I had nothing to do. So I rested and tried to catch up on things. I started emailing people about apartments in Berlin, laying out a map on the floor and reading about ex-Pats advice for getting a German Visa. I started smoking again and knitting like a maniac.
Some highlights from my Parma trip:
Snow storm the day after I arrived with huge puffy snowflakes that made my Sister and I say “this snow is crazy” a few more times than necessary.
The view from my Sisters apartment window, which I know I’ve photographed before and will probably photograph again. Something about those chimneys and the window that I love but can’t seem to capture quite right.
This is the beer bar in Parma, Mastiff, where Christiana (the best bar tender ever) jokes with my Sister, Kate, and I. We went there a few times during my stay and always ended up meeting new people. I loved it here because I was able to have a beer, get comfortable, and speak Italian. It was nice to talk to people, tell stories, learn new words, and stop over thinking it long enough to really speak. We talked about religion, art, love, history, and of course food.
I took a lot of long walks, catching up on This American Life, and generally going through the cycle of excitement, anxiety, cynicism, astonishment, and butterflies that comes with figuring out my life. I had an offer from London thrown into the mix, to be an Au Pair for a little girl. It paid really well, with health insurance, and a place to stay. I felt like kind of a jerk. Hadn’t I just felt so wonderful about starting a life in the art world in Berlin? The scent of cash and job security was really making me put all that on hold? Then again it was a great offer, Berlin would still be there in a year.
In the midst of all this, Jennifer (my Sister’s room mate) found a kitten in the back courtyard of their apartment. She was limping and cold and even though they aren’t supposed to have animals we took it in for the night.