So I’ve been sick since we got back from Venice…I think it’s just a cold from running around in the rain on Friday night when we first got to Venice and were too excited to care that it was freezing out and the rain soaked through our clothes. I can’t stop coughing and it echoes in our classroom in AHA because the ceilings are so high. I went to the farmacia today and bought cough syrup, and thanks to my Italian phrase book, I think I bought the non-drowsy kind. It’s like a 5 minute walk from my apartment, close to the grocery store I usually go to. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned what the shopping or stores are like. Walking back just a little bit ago from picking up some food for dinner, I noticed how weird it is to see a barber shop right next to a cheese and meat store next to a clothing store…and it goes on and on. And then you have your shops just for socks and tights. Sock shops. I wonder what a local would think if I took them to a Walmart. They’d probably be horrified.
When I go into a store and buy something and they ask me something, I usually say yes and hope I didn’t just agree to buy the whole store. That’s probably not the best way to respond…but usually they’re just asking if I want a plastic bag or something like that. I figure that out after I say yes. I went out with my tandem partner, Serena, Monday night. We ended up at the little café down the stairs next to AHA—not that you, reading this, know where that is…Anyway, she’s going to make me a certain kind of baked pasta and tiramisu. So I asked what kind of American food I could make her and she asked for chips…which I’ve never actually made. But she also asked for burritos-not really American, but they should be-so if you have a good recipe for burritos, please let me know!
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