The last two words are pronounced sah-vah bee-ahn. I had a teacher in high school who would regularly pronounce it kah-vah bean. If he wasn't one of my favorite teachers it would have drove me up the wall.
I'm not sure if any of you can comprehend how much I want to only speak in french forever and ever and ever. All of my Italian friends (who speak french) have gone on vacation so I'm stuck with stumbling through Italian and getting tongue tied in English. The quality with which I can speak any language has greatly decreased since I've been over here, for example, in the previous sentence I tried to spell "stumbling" "stubbling" and "tongue" "tunge". I have language issues. *Fun fact that is completely useless: French is the second most used language internationally, just after English.* I bet Spanish is third but actually have no idea.
*Another fun fact: there will be no original pictures in this post...we lost the camera* #winning
Anyways, by now you've probably realized that today is not Monday and I didn't post anything yesterday. I did write a post about the weekend and then all the dumb stuff I found that I think is cool from last week, but then I talked to my mom on the phone and just told her all about my weekend so then I felt like I didn't really want to post anything. Soooo yea that's where I'm at. I think I'm just going to make this a mish-mash of nonesense: a little bit of the weekend events, a little bit of Monday stuff, a little bit about new things in the apartment, and a few more weird things about Italy...
The Weekend:
We spent last Thursday and Friday at a legitimate American base (Stephen works on an Italian base).
The above is a big deal because they sold american products like Cinnabon, Subway and sweet tea.
I walked into the base grocery store, looked at all my peanut butter options, stuck my hands out in front of me as offering some kind of sacrifice, and said "Things. There are so many things"
While on base I kept repeating "This is 'merica"
Stephen wanted to punch me.
I may or may not have hugged an aisle long freezer full of ice cream.
On Friday I had 4 cups of coffee and an entire Cinnabon. It was obscene. Needless, to say I'm no longer craving Starbucks.
Sunday we…ummm…solved serious world issues by playing Scrabble and Rummy and Texas Hold ‘Em and taking naps. It was just about as successful as the last energy summit so we decided to meet up again next Sunday and repeat the process-expect big, exciting things coming your way anytime between 2015 and the year 3000, biiiiiig things. #winning
Looks like somebody's gotta case of the Mondays (quote that movie)
JESSICA FOUND STEPHEN'S DVD COLLECTION OF THE OFFICE THIS MAKES ME HAPPY ENOUGH TO NOT POST ANYTHING UNTIL NEXT WEEK. (Also, I'm lazy and don't feel like) #winning
New things in the apartment
We hung a cord from one wall to the other to dry clothes because are dryer is a turd and wastes too much electricity. As soon as Stephen saw it up he said "That is so ghetto...I always wanted to live in Brooklyn but now I don't have to". I really like it.
Weird things about Italy, 2
Sometimes when I'm walking around town I realize it smells like basil and pizza. This, my friends, is ironic.
Everyone goes on vacation in August. I kid you not. Shops put up signs that say "Chiuso ferie, promessa apertura 29 Agosto" that means "Closed for holiday, promised opening August 29th" Businesses take at least half the month off...totes cray.
Since I've been over here I've taken to: taking the stairs, fizzy water, olives as a snack, prosciutto e spinaci pizza, reposo (aka when businesses close for 3 hours in the afternoon every.single.day), only using olive oil on salads, and realizing espresso is an acceptable beverage no matter the time of day.
Dear olive oil snobs, I totally get it now.
You're welcome for wasting copious amounts of your time.
Until next time, ciao!