Stradella's

I can't remember what standardized test it was, PSAT, SAT, maybe even something from grade school, but the essay question simply stumped me. It was something along the lines of “Where do you go when you need to be alone” or think or something similar to that. I thought immediately of a physical place: my bedroom. Not a very exciting child I guess. Some of my peers said their tree house, the beach, or a park. My teacher tried to explain that it didn't need to physically go to that location. This confused the heck out me.

Tomorrow I have a meeting with my administrators to “discuss two serious problems”

Anyone who knows me, knows that I don't handle confrontation very well. I tend to cry. Pathetic, I know. So needless to say, I've been stressing out about this for the past few days. To help myself calm down I have been practicing what I might say in front of the mirror. Guess what. I even cried talking to myself in the mirror! Majorly pathetic!

Anyways, the point of this is that as I was just trying to fall asleep without getting too worked up again, I (unintentionally) began to picture myself in a favorite place of mine: Stradella's. Stradella's is a little cafe that used to frequent on a daily basis in Aviano. I would just swing in, get a macchiato and fruit tart, and people watch or read my book for hours on end. It was my way of winding down after school or simply a way to clear my mind.

This week, with so many things floating around in my head, I desperately started wishing I could simply run away to Aviano, and specifically, Stradella's.