this is a rambling post that it just to help retain my memories here
Italy has been bittersweet as of late.
Encounters with Italians vary from utterly disdainful to unbelievably generous and sweet.
Every time my friends walk down the street, its "Ciao bella, bella bella!"
you think this would be amusing but i just get annoyed with their false flattery.
the other night at a pub called appropriately The Drunken Ship a Roman was stalking and irritating my friend
after a few "Va da via"s and a shove he still wasn't getting the picture
I threw the rest of my vodka cranberry into his face.
Although I pride myself on my defensiveness and loyalty to my friends, I immediately regretted it.
I just fly by the seat of my pants which often gets me into trouble.
The way this country runs is so haphazard, so flippant, it makes me long for the American way of efficiency.
Trains get canceled, taxis you call never come, workers strike everyday but hey, relax, that's life, right?
I find myself getting so frustrated with their spontaneity, their carelessness it makes me want to grind my teeth, scream, and run back to the good old U.S. of A.
However when it comes to the food and wine...Italians are oh-so attentive. Everything is fresh, lighter, cleaner. I eat like a pig but I still feel as light as a feather.
I haven't exercised at all since I've been here which first made me anxious but then again the Italian lifestyle doesn't include 24 Fitness, Pilates, or spinning class.
My moms going to freak out.
At this rate, I'm surprised I don't have an eating disorder.
.
Encounters with Italians vary from utterly disdainful to unbelievably generous and sweet.
Every time my friends walk down the street, its "Ciao bella, bella bella!"
you think this would be amusing but i just get annoyed with their false flattery.
the other night at a pub called appropriately The Drunken Ship a Roman was stalking and irritating my friend
after a few "Va da via"s and a shove he still wasn't getting the picture
I threw the rest of my vodka cranberry into his face.
Although I pride myself on my defensiveness and loyalty to my friends, I immediately regretted it.
I just fly by the seat of my pants which often gets me into trouble.
The way this country runs is so haphazard, so flippant, it makes me long for the American way of efficiency.
Trains get canceled, taxis you call never come, workers strike everyday but hey, relax, that's life, right?
I find myself getting so frustrated with their spontaneity, their carelessness it makes me want to grind my teeth, scream, and run back to the good old U.S. of A.
However when it comes to the food and wine...Italians are oh-so attentive. Everything is fresh, lighter, cleaner. I eat like a pig but I still feel as light as a feather.
I haven't exercised at all since I've been here which first made me anxious but then again the Italian lifestyle doesn't include 24 Fitness, Pilates, or spinning class.
My moms going to freak out.
At this rate, I'm surprised I don't have an eating disorder.
.