May 31, 2013 - Friday
On Friday morning I woke up to the sound of
doors slamming in the hallway. Our hallway is super echo-y and even if someone
is trying to whisper in the hallway, you can usually hear what they’re saying
if you’re in the room with your door shut. So I woke up to the doors slamming
and I was pretty grumpy about it – it reminded me of when Michael likes to
practice the piano at home and the piano is pretty much right over my head
because my bedroom is in the basement. So I was angry that loud noises were
waking me up so early… but then I looked at my clock and it was 11:30am.
Probably time to get up.
I went to lunch, had some pasta, and then came
back to babysit Prof Stevick’s kids at the monastery for a few hours. Once
again, it was kind of strange (but good) to babysit and play with the kids
without any toys. They kept asking me to “read” them a story so I had to make
up Piglet stories on the spot for most of the afternoon. We spent a lot of time
in the bamboo forest in the backyard of the monastery which was pretty fun
until Prof Stevick’s son wanted to use bamboo sticks as light sabers and then
things were too dangerous. But still, it was really fun and way better than my
normal Friday routine (sleep late, go to lunch, nap).
After babysitting, I went to Montanucci’s with a
few people and we each order a “shakerato” which is pretty much just frozen
coffee with a little bit of chocolate in it. So of course those were delicious!
Then we sat on the steps in Piazza della Repubblica for a while in the sun. Soon
it was time to go back to the monastery and then dinner. We had pasta again for
dinner, which was good but slightly overwhelming because we already had pasta
at lunch. I usually enjoy pasta (except for angel hair pasta – ew) but I don’t
think I’m going to have it for a very long time once I return home!
Chillin on the steps |
I'm guessin you won't be wanting pasta and meatballs for Sunday dinner!!!
ReplyDeleteAre you going to teach your dad how to cook some of those delicious dishes?
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