Bolzan-o-Rama

It's official. I'm in love. My heart now belongs to Bolzano.

We've been here for 3 1/2 weeks now and I guess I'm starting to get the hang of it again. If you call eating bruschetta and two scoops of gelato every day, "getting the hang of it." We've been living in a hotel this whole time and it really hasn't been that bad, other than the lack of the world wide web. And they translated 16 & Pregnant into Italian, rather than leaving it in English and having Italian subtitles. *Side note: I didn't even know a girl was pregnant with twins the other day, that's how much I don't understand Italian! While not horrible, this hotel situation has kind of messed everything up. We're living out of our bags still and don't really feel at home, so I'm psyched to get moving into our real apartment. Once there, I'm just positive Derek will ask me to make our new house feel like a home. "Decorate, please. Here is my money, don't be shy," he'll say.

Bolzano is beautiful and looks like your quintessential European town! The downtown is the perfect little walking area with cobblestone streets and tons of cafes/bars with sidewalk seating. Pictures to come! There are some awesome grocery stores here, a really nice pet store, and even Mexican food! Although, I think they took the Mexican menu from Chili's. There are ribs and hamburgers with onion rings on top.......

We live amongst vineyards and apple orchards, which are currently all being harvested. The lady next door picks me dead flowers from random gardens. The neighbor man likes to put on his knee brace and climb onto his roof to pick berries and nuts, which he collects in his blue apron and then carries inside. When Derek and I go for coffee at 10:00 in the morning, the "more elderly" have already moved onto wine. When a German man has had a bit too much to drink and needs to go number one, he heads under the grape vines for a little privacy. If my server needs a smoke break, he takes a smoke break. Right next to my table. There are roosters and chickens walking amongst the vineyards and random cats everywhere. This is the life, you can have Chicago!

Dibs.

There's somebody I would like to call dibs on before she becomes a monstrous hit in the United States and I can no longer claim her for myself. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on and I love her with all my heart. Please meet Chery Cole.
WHAT.A.BABE. I LOVE HER. I LOVE HER. I LOVE HER. I SERIOUSLY LOVE HER.

Look at those dimples!
Just wait until you hear her speak!
I go to England just to watch her on tv. (Okay, AND to see Carlie and Jimmy.)(But not really.)
And now she's coming to America, HALLELUJAH!

Cheryl is a judge on the British 'X-Factor,' along with Simon Cowell, and now she's also a judge on the new American version. She's absolutely charming and she's Englands little love child. Her and Simon are so wonderful together and I am saddened that her time over here will be tainted by nonsense from another judge, Paula Abdul. Paula is a troll.

In a few months when you find yourself falling in love, please remember she is mine.

I LOVE CHERYL COLE! A LOT!