A Vacation from your Vacation

The gentle sway of the hammock threatens to put me to sleep-if only the mosquitoes weren't so evil. The little demons are the only things preventing me from dragging a blanket outside and sleeping under the stars every night. The wind pushes me side to side, the view constantly shifting from the 200 year old farmhouse to the Umbrian countryside, stretching miles to the hill-top town of Perugia, the sun its picturesque backdrop. I couldn't imagine a more beautiful and relaxing Sunday morning.
During the school year, Sundays can be some of the most depressing days of the week. They signal the end of the weekend, and make you realize just how much work you have to do my Monday morning.
Here, at the Perugian Farmhouse, one of our only responsibilities is cleaning our dishes; and of course, paying the bill. Here, the world seems to make sense...the future seems so clear...because the future doesn't matter! Today, you do what you want to do...you sleep until you can't sleep any longer; you eat until you become sick...you read under the sun until your eyes begin to cross; blurring the words into a jumble of indecipherable nonsense. Your biggest decision is whether or not you want pasta for lunch.
This is a home; a place to relax and take a vacation from your vacation. You don't have to worry about making it to the museum before they close for their four hour lunch break, or consult a map on which direction the nearest grocery store is. Instead, you relax in a beautiful home filled with amazing people; overlooking the rolling green and gold hills of the Perugian country that lead to those magnificent churches and winding streets overflowing with arcades that you are saving for any other day... but today.

My feet are white from the chalk of the drive, and my clothes are in desperate need of washing-yet the gentle breeze swaying the gray and green hammock is to tempting to let go of so soon. Time doesn't matter here...The fact that I move to Bologna in a weeks time only makes me want to appreciate what I have here all the more. For once, the future and responsibility can be left for another day and another time. A nap under the sun sounds much more appealing.