After traveling for many weekends and not spending much time in Milan I find myself these last couple of days running around the city trying to make sure I see everything that was on my list to do before I left.

Note: This post is from a week ago, due to problems finding internet. I am actually home from Ecuador now! But please enjoy this blog anyway.

Today I went SCUBA diving at Leon Dormido, an eroded tuff cone sticking out of the ocean about a mile offshore. Based on my previous dive here a couple weeks ago, I compiled a list of goals:

Don’t get me wrong.  I REALLY don’t want to leave Paris.  (I’ve already had between nine and thirteen heart attacks today worrying that I’m not using my time left here to the fullest.)  I’ve started to feel like this is my city (“excuse me stranger on the street, what do you think you’re doing leaving a cigarette butt on MY Rue de Rivoli??”) but it doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten where I came from.  Here are just a few of the things I pine for…

Being a creepy stalker.

Nearly every time we eat potatos for dinner in my family my mother reminds us that “it’s thanks to potatos that you’re all here!”  She is, of course, referring to the Irish potato famine that drove our ancestors to the United States (so actually, it’s thanks to a LACK of potatoes that I’m here) and ended up producing me, the ever-irish Clancy Boyd.