View of the Villa
“What’ll ya’ have, buddy?”
“Here ya’ go, man.”
These are ways I have been addressed in the last week. I love it. Since I’m about to graduate from college I’m afraid of being thrown into adulthood and torn from the pleasures of childhood. If people keep talking to me like a kid, that must mean they expect me to keep acting like a kid. While trying not to be immature, I’ll revel in this expectation as much as I can, as long as I can.
The above picture is of the outer peristyle of the Getty Villa a little over a month ago. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: it’s a beautiful place.