The poor pig has to spend Christmas alone again this year. I try to never leave things to the last minute, but I always do. The family that usually takes her is full with dogs already and I cannot leave the pig alone in a cage at some kennel for two weeks. I just can't.
I am going to be on you once Pig-sitting is organized and 20 euro plane ticket is bought... See you soon Sardegna!!!
This is San Paolo alla Croce in Certosa where we went for an aperitivo for Riccardo's birthday, Tuesday night. I was the only foreigner. It was incredibly posh. Full of Florentines. Incredibly awkward. 10 euro for aperitivo, and once the food was cleared away it was 8 euro a cocktail and turned into some dance club - we promptly were out of there by midnight.
Ingorgo Sonoro was paid a visit by us last Saturday. Basically, the town of San Piero a Sieve turns into the biggest nightlife event in Tuscany - every piazza plays different music and then at a certain hour everyone heads to the main one to dance, drink, anything your heart desires. Possibly the best time I've had in Italy. We left with Giova and Emi, Nat and I, with Niccolò driving. I abandoned Nat and the boys because of complications. Complications that became even more complicated on Sunday morning.
Allora quindi è vero, è vero che ti sposerai. Ti faccio tanti, tanti cari auguri, se non vengo capirai. E se la scelta è questa è giusta lo sai solo tu. E' lui l'uomo perfetto che volevi che non vuoi cambiare più. Ti senti pronta a cambiare vita a cambiare casa a fare la spesa a fare i conti a fine mese a la casa al mare ad avere un figlio, un cane. Ed affrontare suocera, cognato, nipoti, parenti, tombola a Natale, mal di testa ricorrente e tutto questo per amore. E forse partirò per dimenticare per dimenticarti. E forse partirò per dimenticare per dimenticarmi...di te, di te, di te. E grazie per l'invito ma proprio non ce la farò ho proprio tanti, tanti, troppi impegni credo forse partirò se avessi più coraggio quello che ti direi che quell'uomo perfetto che tu volevi tu non l'hai capito mai. Io sarei pronto a cambiare vita a cambiare casaa fare la spesa e fare i conti a fine mese a la casa al mare ad avere un figlio, un cane. Ed affrontare suocera, cognato, nipoti, parenti, tombola a Natale, mal di testa ricorrente e tutto questo per amore. E forse partirò per dimenticare per dimenticarti. E forse partirò per dimenticare per dimenticarmi...di te, di te, di te. Per dimenticare, per dimenticarmi, di te, di te, di te.
So, Fall semester 2009 at Concordia here I come. What the fuck, eh? Apparently I was still able to sign up for classes so my little 2 year long love affair with Europe is now over. I'm signed up in Linguistics as of this morning, and it's a program I love so I'm not so upset about studying... just a little upset about the whole location part. Umm... Concordia can you please open up a campus in Italy? Thanks that'd be swell.
Yesterday was a holiday. Nat, Giova, Emiliano and I left for Cala Violina which is in the south of Tuscany along the coast. The beach. The perfect beach. You have to leave your car in a parking lot on the other side of a mountain and hike to get there, 1.5 km. We took the Pig and she spent the entire day in the water and making friends with other dogs, eating sand and drinking from the sea and using my beach towel.
It's looking like I won't be taking that Italian language course this summer, instead possibly taking it during the fall. Last night I was out with Natalie to have drinks with some friends in piazza Savonarola and was introduced to a girl looking for someone to work as an Executive Assistant at the GE offices in Florence. I've had similar work experience, and being that I am in need of a job come... well, very soon, I sent her my CV this morning.
I went with Natalie on Sunday night to see Star Trek (I've been going crazy waiting for this one to come out). Of course we had to watch it in Italian, after we were both surprised to have understood the whole film (space talk and technical language in Italian? we're just that smart..) - lasciamo perdere that Natalie is just a language genius, though. Moving on... I grew up watching Star Trek with my parents (the Next Generation + Deep Space Nine, what?! They were the ones on TV at the time...) My family is a bunch of engineers that are obsessed with sci fi and technology and space and generally anything nerdy - so we were, are, a huge trekkie family. Which is nice. MOVING ON... this film was NOT Star Trek. But I loved it. It is Star Trek the modern version, and I don't care if trekkies all over the internet are getting their panties in a knot about this one. Not only are the dudes gorgeous and dream about them naked, it's just beautiful to watch. Okay, once again, I understand it is NOT Star Trek, but nobody can take away my sexual fantasies of Captain Kirk and Spok and me. Wait.. Where was I going with this?
I'm excited about summer crushes, trips to Paris, language lessons, going home, and returning to Florence for a fresh start. Tonight, invece, is pizza with the lovely two ladies I share a home with, the 'Polfer', and then drinks and a night on the town, with my favourite man, Cri, because I discovered that tomorrow I only have to come in at 11.30 in the morning! It's going to be an all-nighter and I don't care if it'll be at the American-infested Twice Club, it's going to be beautiful! The heat is coming!
I've decided to take a week or so off before my language course starts and therefore will most likely be finishing with the school I work at in mid-June. Of course nothing has been written in stone yet, except for the fact that I'll be going to Paris for a week with my mother the second to last week of June! Even though my second home is Paris CDG airport, I have only ever been to the city two or three times. And having already done all the tourist things, it will be nice to just relax and stroll around different parts of the city with one of my favourite people. I'm also trying to figure out where else I would like to see that I haven't been yet - Vienna, Prague, Berlin... or perhaps visit my family in Poland... Europe is fun in that it's so easy to pop around all over the place for a few days without spending a great deal of money.
For the past month or so, I've started noticing our local bum of San Lorenzo. I live right on the market, and open my door on chaos each and every morning. And yet, over time you start to recognize those faces that never change. This man can not be over thirty years old, and has a cell phone, and speaks to many of the market workers. He has black ringlets, and if he were perhaps not as dirty as he seems would be quite attractive. Am I the only one on the planet that questions the origins and reasoning behind our local bums? Seems like it... But this man definitely makes me wonder.
