Yesterday was my birthday. It was a super relaxing, albeit normal day, where I went about my work trying to forget that I’m yet another year older and somehow time seems to be flying by. The evening was spent binge watching shows, eating leftovers and splurging on cupcakes that a friend of mine made when he was visiting us this weekend. Caramel latte cupcakes anyone? No? How about lemon raspberry? Or caramel apple? Yes. He is a good friend.
We shot these photos in Cagliari. A little story about this Sardinian capital. Before our trip, I would pronounce this in my all-America accent: Cag-lee-are-ee, hardly noticing that I was incorrectly and blatantly mispronouncing the proper name. It wasn’t until we were on the RyanAir jet headed for Cagliari that I caught on to the fact that Italians were pronouncing this much differently. I couldn’t figure it out at first. Was it Calgary? Caglary? Calary? Confusion set in. Finally, I asked the owners of the house we were renting for the right pronunciation (after all, I hate sounding like a bumbling idiot). So here it is in case you’re wondering: Cal-yar-i. Because g is silent in Italian. Duh Grace.