Italia

I am back studying in Italy. No one looks familiar. There are a gaggle of girls getting ready to go out to the clubs, but I am more interested in staring out my window. The city we live in is underwater. People don't swim though, they just walk around as if they are on land, but everything is bluish and blurred like underwater. Someone invites me on a ship ride. Like Venice, people travel by boats and water taxis. I am on a huge ship which I don't like. I can see all the other ships -- there is a traffic jam on the water. This makes me nervous because I have a fear of drowning. I am kind of tense until we park the ship.

Back in our apartment my room mates are still gone -- the place is empty, but there are clothes and make-up thrown about. It's time for me to leave. I am on an escalator with another girl and we are both heading home. Just before we get off the escalator we blow kisses and murmur prayers to a map of Italy on the left wall -- we want to return. At the bottom of the escalator I see my husband; in the airport there are shops and he is in the butcher's. He has three packages of salmon. When we see each other we kiss and embrace and he says that he hopes that I like the salmon.