So I’ve made it to James’s work 2x now, once by myself! Observations in no particular order:
- Stroller = woof. I’ve seen a few, but there are not many about. After bumping up and down 50 curbs per trip, I will have the upper body of a body builder before we leave.
- It would really suck to be handicapped here.
- People here look really put together. Generally nice solid pieces with a deliberate accessory.
- Some of the outfits are pretty wild though.
- Men do not seem to wear hats. James is accustomed to wearing a baseball cap daily. He wanted to find a trendier, Italian equivalent. But based on preliminary observation, Italian men do not wear hats.
- Henry’s most often said word is now “moto.”
- Many Italians pass us by without a glance, but many other are excited to see the bambini. I’ve heard that Italians really love blonde children.
- I still heart gelato.
- Everyone keeps saying to just wait until the whole city returns in September. So far it has been very manageable. I guess we’ll see . . .
- Hope for the best, prepare for the worst has paid off. It looks like our air freight will be here one week after our departure. Our internet should be set up less than a week after the request. And we have temporary internet and a cell phone; both an unexpected and welcome bonus.
- The kids are still messed up from jet lag.
- We had our first meal out at Taverna Rossini. Henry, for no apparent reason, received his own ball of dough that the waiter was keen to see him react to.
- I’m continuing to rearrange the furniture. Unpacking continues.
- I need to do more grocery shopping.
- I’ll be happier when I’m a little more well-rested. Mac is getting up at least 3x/night. This wouldn’t be so bad, but it takes me forever to fall back asleep.
Goals for the coming week:
- See a traditional Italian sight.
- Run at least once next week.
- Finish unpacking.