Alessandra
Saturday mornings are reserved for sleeping as late as my body will let me, a desperate attempt to make up for all the REM cycles I miss out on by waking up at sunrise to play “Mom” for ten hours a day during the week.
Most weekends, I don’t even bother getting out of my pajamas, spending lazy days sprawled across my bedroom floor, scrolling through travel blogs on my laptop, and dog-earing pages in any one of the dozens of Italian travel guides I have stacked next to the bed. Sure, I love the nightlife in Boston, but fifty hours a week of chasing the little devils I look after warrants a bit of time to recharge and plan my Italian adventure. Well, not to be confused with the Italian adventure that kissed the living daylights out of me last night.
But this Saturday isn’t a da
