My Life is Pain
(Written on Wednesday)
I've had a sore throat the entire time I've been in Europe because I ate too much of my mom's excellent carrot cake the day before I left. I really need to learn to be moderate about sugar, it never ends well for me.
This in itself clearly isn't something to complain about now, since it's been this way for over a week.
I'm at Bota's house in Turin now. His family owns a restaurant. Before I came he warned me that he would have to work at the restaurant every night. Tonight, that meant that I had to go with him to eat dinner with him and three gamer friends of his. I had two pizzas. The first had roasted peppers, eggplant, artichoke, and mushroom, the second had a thing like spinach cooked in oil and lemon, garlic, tomato, and mushroom. These were on the house. Then we got to the painful part. He asked if I wanted dessert and I had to say I was trying to avoid sugar because of my throat, so he offered me fresh pineapple, which I accepted. MEANWHILE, his friends got crem brûlée, tirimisu, and marron glacé, which I'd never seen before. For anyone else who was unaware, you're missing out. Chestnuts soaked/boiled in syrup for 3 days and served with whipped cream. Oh, and then one of them went in for a chocolate cake, reportedly made of only chocolate and butter.
And I had to just eat pineapple (and try bites of other things). Pain!
Ok, it was pretty sweet. But seriously, my throat hurts, so there is constant pain involved.
Incidentally, given that when I got in, Bota gave me a plate of gnocchi with cheese saw and some pakora-like fried egg and vegetable thing and a couple clementines, I've eaten much more than I usually do today.
Fat.
At least I spent the last few days walking and not eating much.
Tomorrow Bota's taking me to bars and clubs with music and dancing. He said something about a fetish night. He also mentioned how expensive drinks are in Europe, but mitigated that by pointing out that, because he's friends with most of the owners, we'll be drinking for less or nothing.
Friday and/or Saturday they want to take me to the game store to play Magic. They're excited to see me beat people while acting like I don't know what I'm doing--I might disappoint, I'm really bad at acting like that.
Have I mentioned how much it sucks to be stuck in Europe and how much I want to be home? You may have lost track, but this post is still about pain.
Honestly, I really miss Lex and I'm sad that I can't see my family for Thanksgiving, but, as I told Bota, while it's traditional to celebrate Thanksgiving with close friends and family, he's done an excellent job of reminding me how much I have to be thankful for by taking me in this trip.
I've had a sore throat the entire time I've been in Europe because I ate too much of my mom's excellent carrot cake the day before I left. I really need to learn to be moderate about sugar, it never ends well for me.
This in itself clearly isn't something to complain about now, since it's been this way for over a week.
I'm at Bota's house in Turin now. His family owns a restaurant. Before I came he warned me that he would have to work at the restaurant every night. Tonight, that meant that I had to go with him to eat dinner with him and three gamer friends of his. I had two pizzas. The first had roasted peppers, eggplant, artichoke, and mushroom, the second had a thing like spinach cooked in oil and lemon, garlic, tomato, and mushroom. These were on the house. Then we got to the painful part. He asked if I wanted dessert and I had to say I was trying to avoid sugar because of my throat, so he offered me fresh pineapple, which I accepted. MEANWHILE, his friends got crem brûlée, tirimisu, and marron glacé, which I'd never seen before. For anyone else who was unaware, you're missing out. Chestnuts soaked/boiled in syrup for 3 days and served with whipped cream. Oh, and then one of them went in for a chocolate cake, reportedly made of only chocolate and butter.
And I had to just eat pineapple (and try bites of other things). Pain!
Ok, it was pretty sweet. But seriously, my throat hurts, so there is constant pain involved.
Incidentally, given that when I got in, Bota gave me a plate of gnocchi with cheese saw and some pakora-like fried egg and vegetable thing and a couple clementines, I've eaten much more than I usually do today.
Fat.
At least I spent the last few days walking and not eating much.
Tomorrow Bota's taking me to bars and clubs with music and dancing. He said something about a fetish night. He also mentioned how expensive drinks are in Europe, but mitigated that by pointing out that, because he's friends with most of the owners, we'll be drinking for less or nothing.
Friday and/or Saturday they want to take me to the game store to play Magic. They're excited to see me beat people while acting like I don't know what I'm doing--I might disappoint, I'm really bad at acting like that.
Have I mentioned how much it sucks to be stuck in Europe and how much I want to be home? You may have lost track, but this post is still about pain.
Honestly, I really miss Lex and I'm sad that I can't see my family for Thanksgiving, but, as I told Bota, while it's traditional to celebrate Thanksgiving with close friends and family, he's done an excellent job of reminding me how much I have to be thankful for by taking me in this trip.