Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Dear Eat, Pray, Love,

I thought I had sworn that I would never watch you.  I am not interested in you.  As J.Laine said it's a movie about "getting wisdom from 'little brown people.'" I'm not down with that.  But somehow, post-rehearsal this evening I needed something to let my mind cool.   (Cool? I'm not sure what I was thinking.) Somehow I came to Eat, Pray, Love which I never wanted to see. 

However, it's making me nostalgic for Italy, for Rome.  I know it was only a week that I was there, but I miss it a lot now.  And I think it will only re-kindle my decade long desire to go to India. 

I really should stop.  Really, I need to stop watching this movie.  I've got things to do tomorrow.


love,
hannah

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