It has come to my attention that:
a) All of my recent posts have been extremely wordy
b) I’m still tremendously travel-sick
c) I have a few travel photos leftover from Europe to showcase, including some of Pisa
d) Said photos of Pisa are rather dull
e) I have a wealth of snapshots of foodstuffs and assorted other images on my computer with which to break up these potentially-dull travel photos.
Ergo the following post, in which I’ll try to limit my overwhelming tendency towards adjective-laden and high-falutin’ verbosity in favour of succint captions. (See? I could’ve simply said “I’ll try not to write much” there. But I didn’t, thereby needlessly proving my own point. Oh, and Hannah? Shut up.)
It really does lean.
Nom nom nom.
(If only I could still afford such horrifically-expensive ice cream these days. Dear PhD Scholarship, you are pitiful. Love, Hannah.)
Pretty, pretty golden ceiling. (See how vibrant and witty and elucidatory I’m being today?)
The most exciting and pretty box of artisan truffles I’ve ever received in my life, from my relatives in Tasmania.
A waterfall of fresh coconut and grapes in Pisa. Rather marvellous, don’t you think? (Also, is anyone going to make an “I want a Pisa that” joke? Anyone? No? Well, thank heavens for that.)
Once upon a time, I was four years old, and apparently had a dislike of the sun and a tendency to drag my dolls around by their hair. Ouch.