In addition to studying and practicing yoga, I am going to learn Italian.

In 1907 my great grandfather, Joseph Luciano, was fourteen years old. He traveled with his parents and little sister from Sortino to Le Harve then onto New York City.

I’ve decided that I would like to complete my second novel in Italy. So I should totally learn to speak the language.

Furthermore, Italian men are hot. I’d like to converse with them in their native tongue.

Lessons start Wednesday.

I’m on my way out the door… laptop in tow… off to spank book.

Happy weekend blog family!

PS. Who’s on Instagram?!