siena is my home. it feels like home to me. when i travel on weekends it's always comforting to come back to my own city. walk down my streets. order the usual from my little foccacceria and cafes. to catch the bus at 9 and say 'buongiorno' to all the others who take the same bus every morning. to have a little old lady ask me how my life is going, work, if i'm having fun. the most important thing to her is that i've eaten and that i've had sufficente amounts of fun. to go back to work and have everyone say 'oh! illaria! illa! illary! come andata la fine settimana?' they always know where i went and what i'm doing because they care enough to ask. i love them. also it was amazing to see this latest james bond be filmed in my museum where i work, and they destroyed the duomo. i'm going to take my mom there to meet my friend emilio the marble worker.
p.s. see that bus, no. 9? i take that.
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