If I had a memory like this, I wouldn't need this thing.
Pretty darn cool. I'm munching on sunflower seeds and avoiding doing any of the many things I should be. It's about time to start packing up my room. More importantly, it's time to study for finals. I have four next week, three of which are on Tuesday.
Today is the first humid day of the season. It's just hot enough to be slightly uncomfortable if you're up and moving around. Up until now it's been sunny and warm, but breezy and satisfying. Luckily I won't be here much longer, so I'll avoid the soaring temperatures. But, it promises to be a hot summer in Bloomington, too.
These last few weeks have been weird ones. It's all starting to feel a bit nostalgic, and I'm starting to say my proper goodbye to the city that has housed me for four months. I'm walking more slowly, I'm trying to sense as much as possible. The trees outside our apartment smell like blooming flowers, and the sweetness is intoxicating. It penetrates every part of our home. Near school, the green lagoon that is the Tiber looks more and more beautiful the close I get to leaving. Knowing that I am leaving soon makes the city much more habitable, as I am no longer surviving it, I am enjoying it while I can.
I've been spending a lot of time with Cait and Liz, as usual. We went to dinner at Isadora on Thursday evening and made lemon chicken for dinner together last night. We cracked open a coconut in the middle of the hallway with whatever tools we could find, only to discover that it wasn't very fresh and therefore wasn't very tasty. After some nightly escapades of climbing the stairs and trying to find the roof, we settled for the little courtyard in the middle of our building that we'd never been in before. We laid in the middle of the square traced by our apartment complex and watched our little patch of sky pass over head. It was like a dream. A dimly lit, surreal, beautiful dream. This morning we woke up at 5 and watched the sun rise at the Colosseum. It was lovely and cool and quiet. The Colosseum will never be anything less than stunning in my eyes. It has a way of hypnotizing the viewer, especially when it's empty and still. I slept until 1 pm this afternoon, something I haven't done in a very long time. I just returned from the grocery where the old man at the meat, bread and cheese area kissed my hand and wished me a happy Sunday. It's Saturday, but I knew what he meant.
My roommate Liz really loves these puffy cheese balls. She eats them by the bag. We have all decided that they will come visit Indiana as soon as possible. Of course, we will try to travel to one another's homes, but Indiana is a good meeting point for the first reunion. I am so lucky to have been placed with such great roommates.
Stacy arrives on Friday, in less than a week. How exciting! I think finals should be easy if I put my nose to the grindstone and study as much as I need to. It will be really nice to have school off my back.
I discovered the pastry shop near our house. It could be the end of me. It's so delicious. The counters are lined with incredible little tarts and cream puffs and round wafers with bavarian cream and fruits on top. I bought my political science professor a mimosa cake to celebrate his graduation and his new title of "Dr. Toaldo". It was delicious. Liz and I stopped in on our way to the store today and bought a few yummy treats for a few euro.
Well anyway, I think that's a good update for now. I should go study. Italy really is beautiful, especially now, in the late spring, when the bees are buzzing and the birds sing and the air smells warm and sweet with flowers and green leaves.
Today is the first humid day of the season. It's just hot enough to be slightly uncomfortable if you're up and moving around. Up until now it's been sunny and warm, but breezy and satisfying. Luckily I won't be here much longer, so I'll avoid the soaring temperatures. But, it promises to be a hot summer in Bloomington, too.
These last few weeks have been weird ones. It's all starting to feel a bit nostalgic, and I'm starting to say my proper goodbye to the city that has housed me for four months. I'm walking more slowly, I'm trying to sense as much as possible. The trees outside our apartment smell like blooming flowers, and the sweetness is intoxicating. It penetrates every part of our home. Near school, the green lagoon that is the Tiber looks more and more beautiful the close I get to leaving. Knowing that I am leaving soon makes the city much more habitable, as I am no longer surviving it, I am enjoying it while I can.
I've been spending a lot of time with Cait and Liz, as usual. We went to dinner at Isadora on Thursday evening and made lemon chicken for dinner together last night. We cracked open a coconut in the middle of the hallway with whatever tools we could find, only to discover that it wasn't very fresh and therefore wasn't very tasty. After some nightly escapades of climbing the stairs and trying to find the roof, we settled for the little courtyard in the middle of our building that we'd never been in before. We laid in the middle of the square traced by our apartment complex and watched our little patch of sky pass over head. It was like a dream. A dimly lit, surreal, beautiful dream. This morning we woke up at 5 and watched the sun rise at the Colosseum. It was lovely and cool and quiet. The Colosseum will never be anything less than stunning in my eyes. It has a way of hypnotizing the viewer, especially when it's empty and still. I slept until 1 pm this afternoon, something I haven't done in a very long time. I just returned from the grocery where the old man at the meat, bread and cheese area kissed my hand and wished me a happy Sunday. It's Saturday, but I knew what he meant.
My roommate Liz really loves these puffy cheese balls. She eats them by the bag. We have all decided that they will come visit Indiana as soon as possible. Of course, we will try to travel to one another's homes, but Indiana is a good meeting point for the first reunion. I am so lucky to have been placed with such great roommates.
Stacy arrives on Friday, in less than a week. How exciting! I think finals should be easy if I put my nose to the grindstone and study as much as I need to. It will be really nice to have school off my back.
I discovered the pastry shop near our house. It could be the end of me. It's so delicious. The counters are lined with incredible little tarts and cream puffs and round wafers with bavarian cream and fruits on top. I bought my political science professor a mimosa cake to celebrate his graduation and his new title of "Dr. Toaldo". It was delicious. Liz and I stopped in on our way to the store today and bought a few yummy treats for a few euro.
Well anyway, I think that's a good update for now. I should go study. Italy really is beautiful, especially now, in the late spring, when the bees are buzzing and the birds sing and the air smells warm and sweet with flowers and green leaves.
2 comments:
Wow, beautifully written. It's almost like I was there myself. It is very soothing to read your writings sometimes and always very interesting.
i miss you terribly
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