thieves and wombats
I'm back. At Customs they asked if I had anything to declare and I said "Only my genius!" and ha ha. No, that didn't really happen. Jet lag.
I'll try to post something about Italy soon. In the meantime, Marlowe has a blog, which is good, though I'm upset to discover that life in Iowa is continuing without me. I suspect that not everything in his bio is true.
My blog is so hot, it sets off fire alarms!
I like to call my blog "Elana."
You should hear what it calls you!