My Tuscan spinsterhood returns
Miracle of miracles, I am no longer living on central Azores time. (You know, up till 2, sleep till 10:30...) This morning, aided in part by arising at 4:30 to bid my pal Mandy adieu, I hit the streets at...wait for it... 9:30. Wow. Not too late for a cappuccino.
Yep. Out before everything commercial closes for lunch. (And stays closed till 3:30...) I was so proud of my little sloth self... Taking a purposeful housewifely walk down de Neri (shopping street nearby) to stock the larder for a little home cooking. I've had enough restaurants for a while, and feel like cooking. So, I visited the good butcher, my wine man, the green grocer, and, miracle of miracles, the bread at il forno was still hot and fresh. Wrists laden with plastic shopping bags I trooped home, just in time to finish my Italian homework before class time this afternoon. "Gli uomini." Say that three times fast.
I've had wonderful guests since arriving, but now I'm looking forward to a couple of solitary weeks. Walks, reads, writes (and naps.) The weather has turned colder, and its time for me to turn ever so gently within. What sabbaticals are made of.