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Rain, Rain, Go Away
Jun. 1st, 2007 02:08 pmI'd only expected to spend about 25 minutes in this very smelly, noisy internet cafe. Tom, Charles and Yenni are due here sometime around 3 pm, and I wanted to go and get groceries so we could all cook dinner tonight!
But as I sat here, trying to block out the offensively loud Indian music or just the offensive odor, it started to get black black black outdoors, and now it is pouring, wet and splashy and stinky.
Ah well.
Italy has been good to me thus far. I spent yesterday preparing the little apartment we'd rented. I wasn't sure if Matteo hadn't prepared it because I fell asleep upon sitting on the bed, or because it's not his way. But I made the beds, tidied up a bit, realized there wasn't really room for me to unpack, and listened to glorious classical music.
The apartment IS small -- really only one bedroom with a total of 3 sleeping spaces -- a single bed and a queen -- with a futon couch in the kitchen/living room. But something about it is light, and airy, and the way that music wafts around it and out onto the street makes me happy. It feels like a *real* Italian apartment too, because it is! As I cooked myself pasta last night, I giggled a bit.
I also spent time at the huge windows, leaning out over the street and watching the people and scooters go by. We are definitely in a touristy area, because as I hear people's conversations going by, I feel like there are more English/American conversations than Italian!
Also, in comparison to France, the dogs are much bigger. I don't know what accounts for that.
I'll admit that I'm feeling a little tired and worn out. The feeling of being alien gets old sometimes when you're alone, and I almost wonder whether I get some sort of agoraphobia after a while of it. I know, I know, people can't imagine it in ME, but it's sort of exhausting, in a way, when you haven't got any reality but the internet to bounce it all off of.
I know it'll improve when I have others here. Or maybe when it doesn't smell bad. Or my rent-a-PC doesn't have 100 downloaded thingamajigs like flowing hearts coming off the mousepointer or barking dogs in the corner of the screen. Ugh. Who invents this bullshit? Oh bah, whine. I think I'll go grocery shopping. I also have a TON of photos to upload. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow or Sunday.
But as I sat here, trying to block out the offensively loud Indian music or just the offensive odor, it started to get black black black outdoors, and now it is pouring, wet and splashy and stinky.
Ah well.
Italy has been good to me thus far. I spent yesterday preparing the little apartment we'd rented. I wasn't sure if Matteo hadn't prepared it because I fell asleep upon sitting on the bed, or because it's not his way. But I made the beds, tidied up a bit, realized there wasn't really room for me to unpack, and listened to glorious classical music.
The apartment IS small -- really only one bedroom with a total of 3 sleeping spaces -- a single bed and a queen -- with a futon couch in the kitchen/living room. But something about it is light, and airy, and the way that music wafts around it and out onto the street makes me happy. It feels like a *real* Italian apartment too, because it is! As I cooked myself pasta last night, I giggled a bit.
I also spent time at the huge windows, leaning out over the street and watching the people and scooters go by. We are definitely in a touristy area, because as I hear people's conversations going by, I feel like there are more English/American conversations than Italian!
Also, in comparison to France, the dogs are much bigger. I don't know what accounts for that.
I'll admit that I'm feeling a little tired and worn out. The feeling of being alien gets old sometimes when you're alone, and I almost wonder whether I get some sort of agoraphobia after a while of it. I know, I know, people can't imagine it in ME, but it's sort of exhausting, in a way, when you haven't got any reality but the internet to bounce it all off of.
I know it'll improve when I have others here. Or maybe when it doesn't smell bad. Or my rent-a-PC doesn't have 100 downloaded thingamajigs like flowing hearts coming off the mousepointer or barking dogs in the corner of the screen. Ugh. Who invents this bullshit? Oh bah, whine. I think I'll go grocery shopping. I also have a TON of photos to upload. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow or Sunday.
