Campo

This morning I woke up and found the recycling bins near my house. Proud.
It's so warm out. I ventured in sandals and a sweater and felt just fine. I took the 40 to the city and went to Campo Dei Fiori around 1 for the market. It was lovely and scary and colorful. I say scary because I had no idea how to bag anything, let alone communicate with the vendor. So much fresh produce. So many vegetables and fruits. I think what I'll do is read up on Italian cooking, make a list of things I need and return later this week with a mission, instead of wander like a lost puppy. Today I bought a lot of strawberries for 3,50 euro and 10 white tulips for 8,00 euro. Lovely. Everyone bustling about between vegetable stands, bagging their apples and green leafy things while the statue of Giordano Bruno observes from above. I sat on the fountain with my strawberries and watched for awhile. It was picture perfect.

Last night we went to Scholars and had a few drinks. Elvis was there and he brought the mic over to us and we belted into it. We got lost on the way back, clueless as to how to use to night buses and hoping it would be just as easy as the day routes. Wrong. We went in one big circle on the N2, from Termini to the Colosseum and back, all the while being followed by two men we had earlier asked directions from. "Termini?" "Piazza Bologna?" Anyone? No one seemed to know, and when they did, we didn't know how to understand their directions. Finally we made it back to the apartment and slept well until 11 this morning.

I'm not sure what my plans are for the rest of the day. I really miss my mom and I would love to talk to her but we're having phone issues. Imagine that. And I really miss Spence and I'd love to talk to him, too. I need to plan my spring break and some other upcoming trips. I'd really love to travel, but I don't want to do it alone, so I need a buddy. We'll see. For now, I'll just eat some cookies with nutella.