Last night, I went to bed to the sound of rain. I woke up, multiple times, to the sound of rain. I got out of bed to the sound of rain. I did my devotions to the sound of rain. I ate my apple, outside, to the sound of rain. This isn’t that Florida type of rain, no, goodness no. It’s cold, wind assisted rain.
In case I haven’t told you yet, it’s very cold*tres froid* here. Ironically, the program staff have told us that it is unusually warm, this February, in Florence. Uh, no. Just.. no. No, it’s not warm. I sleep with my pei pei that I brought from home, a sheet, and a quilt. The pei pei goes over my head because my face gets freezing and it’s fluffy. It is common to sleep with socks on. I am thankful that I brought my robe that I wear all day, in the apartment( this includes sleeping). Reba sleeps with a beanie. I have yet to succumb to that.
It was chill. Just for reference, Romania was below freezing however, it never felt cold. Here, it’s about 40 degrees fahrenheit and it feels far below freezing. I suspect it’s due to the wind and less humidity but I’m not a pro so I’m just going to live with it. The alternative would be death and considering it’s one of my daily goals to live, let’s choose life. Shall we?
We had an 8 am class and another class until the evening but in between, we had a few hours. Fortunately, the rain cleared out for the time being so we went to the San Lorenzo Market.
The Dynasty Lives
We opted for organique burgers because a) #basic and b) comfort food #tasteofhome
The ceiling is separated by a partition of clear plastic.
It’s pretty popping in here. There’s an upright piano on one end of the upstairs food court area. While we were eating, a conservatory student was playing on it. The piano is public and has to do with the modern art movement that the previous mayor of Florence encouraged.
We ran into this stand after the burger. Not to worry; we’ll be back for you.
The downstairs of San Lorenzo is a full blown market.
Tourist season is upon us.
m a j e s t i c
Since hugs, here, are not satisfying my quota necessary to function properly, I have been subsidizing with chocolate. Lindt di Firenze has gelato in the back; you would never guess from their magnifique storefront. And yes, I prefer the real thing.
On a more irritable note, the weather, paired with colleges students partying incessantly, is causing their already weak immune systems to fail them once again. That’s right people. They’re getting sick. We, the healthy and of sound mind, are subject to these in class because unfortunately, you can’t party whilst studying abroad save for getting sent home for #slackin. Pity. My straight edge squad is loading up on the emergenC stash, eating oranges and bananas, and trying to drink as much l’eau as possible. While this may sound simple, it is not. The hydration culture here is pathetic. They need me to start a movement on #themovement but that’s another story for another day. Vitamin C is also difficult to find. I cook my tomatoes with eggs for breakfast in order for the lycopene powers to be amplified. Even with all this conscious effort, it doesn’t feel like enough.
I will not will not will not get sick. There had to be three negatives since two would cancel each other, turning the statement into a positive and one negative doesn’t have enough emphasis. Goodnight.
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