I decided sometime between the past couple of days to only blog when I have something of note to share with you, especially since I now am in a semi-habitual mode of Florentine living. A typical day comprises of an unsuccessful 7:30am wakeup call to be followed by 2-3 snoozes (multiplied by two since Posh hits the snooze button on her phone as well), an actual 7:50-8:00am wakeup time, a quick breakfast and getting changed and made up. My roomies and I all leave the house between 8:40-8:45am and then it's a short 10-minute walk to school. And it's always a treacherous walk since everyone walks in the middle of the street and has to avoid swerving cyclists. (In fact, the sound of a bicycle bell now evokes an instantaneous feeling of dread and paranoia--where did the ring come from? In front or behind? Left or right? Should I move or continue walking in a straight line? Do I need to warn my friends? I have now probably saved Rob's life a few times and Posh saved mine once today...trust!)
Then I come home and make lunch with my roomies (I always make pasta) and we follow it up with some tea. I seem to go through my honey supply here at an exponential rate, which is easy when you consume 3-6 cups of vanilla or chamomile tea each day. Our afternoons usually include studying, walking around town (and perhaps indulging in gelato or nutella crepes), and/or watching a DVD in Italian. We cook dinner and then chat until we get tired.
Tonight, with the prospect of being room-alone for the evening (Posh had a hot date), she suggested I go on Facebook chat since I was online anyway. This ended up determining the course of events for the rest of my evening. After catching up on my blogging and having dinner, I was on FB chat and got a message from D, one of the Calabrese guys I met with Pleuve. He asked if I was going out that night, to which I replied "It's Sunday!", and it was already almost 11:00pm. Later though, when I asked when I'd get to see him and his friends again, he asked if I wanted to go out for a drink with him, his sister, and S later. Since I had spent the whole rainy day at home being lazy, I decided to accept his invitation.
Exeunt Giosy from her apartment at 12:15am on a Sunday night/Monday morning to meet with Italians at a lounge. I never thought I'd see the day either!
I had as good of a time as I could with sleep on my eyes, though I must say that my Italian speaking and comprehension were worse than normal. Around 1:30 or 2:00am D's sister and her friend left, so it was just me with 2 Calabrese guys chatting on a couch and then we walked around the street thinking of where to go next. They ended up walking me home (D made me do a shot of rum and pear with him at the bar near my apartment) and then it was goodnight!
Surely this would never have happened back in Vancouver for several reasons, the primary ones being geographical and male. I continue to be the bad-girl of the apartment.
Today's word of the day is l'abitudine or "habit". My title is a bit of a pun (!) because it means "out of habit", which for me signifies both doing something out of habit and outside of what I would normally do.
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