Wake up and go to my water aerobics class before I can think of a million excuses not to do so.
Get home at 10 a.m. and our guest, Francesca, is up and sitting at the island in the kitchen, Skyping with her parents in Como, Italy.
Harrison shows Francesca how to use the Keurig. She's addicted to American coffee.
I wash fresh fruit--strawberries, peaches, blueberries--and make scrambled eggs.
Harrison asks for pancakes. Francesca tries some. They don't do pancakes in Italy.
She's addicted. She has them plain and with blueberries. She drowns them in syrup. She coats her strawberries in syrup.
I feel like a drug dealer getting a young kid hooked on cocaine.
Good thing she's only here for 10 days or she'd have to buy a ticket for an extra seat home.
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