Well, hello again!
Bad news. I’m sick. Not like stuck-in-bed-can’t-stop-shaking-from-a-fever-and-considering-applying-for-an-organ-donation sick, but my throat is really sore and I have a hoarse voice, and tonight my sinuses feel a bit shut down as well. And I’m kind of achy all over. But I’m pumping the vitamins, thinking about drinking my orange juice, and attempting to sleep a lot. Wooo hoo! And Emily has chewable tablets I can eat tomorrow that made her feel better when her throat felt the same way. It’s comfortable to know I’m not the only one. Or something like that. Anypoo, that’s what’s up right now.
Yesterday I woke up unable to concentrate on anything besides the sheer pain pulsating from my throat. Shortly after that, I went to get pizza. Now, listen, on my very first day in Florence I walked by a purse store near school/my apartment and saw the prettiest purse in all the land. I refrained from naming it, but I said hello to it every time I walked by it, which was multiple times a day. While the prettiest, it’s not the cheapest in all the land, though not outrageously expensive either, but I patiently waited for it to go on sale. Then, yesterday, as I prepare to say “Hello, pretty purse!” I look into the window and—gasps—it’s not there anymore! I don’t know what to do in my state of shock, and Alyssa gives me the brilliant suggestion of going in the store and actually asking about the purse. I know, right? She goes to GWU. They’re smart there. Anyway, I go in, ask, and the woman says that, yes, they had sold that purse and, no, they didn’t have anymore. I left the store a little sadder, a little shorter, and ready for pizza. We ate pizza and it was good. On the way back, OMG, it’s back in the window!! I run into the store (not really, but emphatically walked), ask the woman if she found another one (which of course she had), and she says, “YES! I would’ve called if I had your number to let you know! And I found it in black and blue as well!” “Gasp!” I say. “I’ll see the blue!” Could it be the purse magically reappeared?? AND IN MY COLOR?? I took it as a sign and bought it on the spot. Jazzed from the purse, I went home and ate the rest of my pizza. Sore throat? What sore throat? I had a new purse! That night I went out to dinner with the roomies and some fun girls, Ali and Larissa. We ate yummy salads and cake. Well, Alyssa and I split the cake. The rest had gelato. Came home, read, passed out.
Today: Class seemed particularly long and I was particularly not in the mood to be learning, seeing as all I wanted to do for most of the day was curl up in my bed and watch movies. Luckily I don’t have too much homework, so I can do that pretty soon. After 8 hours of class (3 hours of film, 2 hours of Italian, and 3 hours of photography), all of which I enjoy normally but just slightly less today, Alyssa and I went grocery shopping, smiled at the cute bartender in the wine bar on our way home, and made delicious pasta sauce with a pesto/cheese base. Cooking is fun. Then we watched a couple Gilmores, and here I am! It was a busy day with class and everything, but not uber strenuous, and I’m once again looking forward to passing out. My throat is feeling slightly better since I’ve been drinking water like a maniac all day, but I think I need to find some cough drops tomorrow. Only two class tomorrow (cash money!), so that should be do-able. Plus there’s a Beatles band playing at a club tomorrow. I’ve already informed my roommates that we’re going.
It’s weird to think we’ve already been here two weeks. On the one hand, it’s gone so incredibly fast, and on the other hand, it feels like we’ve already been here a month. I mean, I know my way around the main parts of the city, the deli man says hello to me when I walk by (though we’re not at the point where he knows my particular sandwich yet), and the milk doesn’t taste weird anymore. It’s so incredibly to walk down my street and see a palace where the Medici family lived, as well as the royal family for the 5 years after Italy’s unification, take a left and walk over the only bridge that wasn’t bombed out during the wars. I have a feeling it’s all going to go really fast, just based on how many trips and stuff I have each month. Oh! Oh! On that note!! Elisa and Matt are coming to visit, and I’m 95% sure I’m going to get to go up to Granada over Easter, which will be rraaaaddd. I’m super excited about this!
I should read for a bit. That’s all for now!