-Ate 4+ bowls of cereal in our sunny kitchen with the roomies. For those of you who also see nothing wrong with this (I KNOW you're out there), thank you for also seeing nothing wrong with this.
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-Got Oil Shoppe sandwiches (4th of the week) with 2 roommates and sat in the middle of the piazza while people-watching/people-laughing. Saw friends and felt cool because there's not a whole lot more to feeling like a local than saying hi to friends in the middle of the piazza.
-Took naps and asked each other how they were.
-Woke up from naps to Citizen Cope blasting in the kitchen and a roommate asking if I'd prefer a shot of Absinthe or a mixed drink of Absinthe. Note: the drink was mixed with ice. With a lemon slice in it.
-Invited/expected everyone over in hopes they'll bring something more drinkable than toxic lime green green hallucinogens.
-VIP for the very important people. Which according to Florence, is a couple of poor college girls who happen to look smashing in black.
-Secret bakery (I can't tell you what this is because it's a secret. No really.)
-Had birthday parties for classmates that started at noon don't be late I don't care if you're hungover and lasted until some time that said a.m. at the end of it.
-Watched the Fiorentina play a violent game of futbol that would never fly in America, but gets the Italians good and riled up. And when you're around all that you find your classy self shouting mean, nasty words at the other team and giving them a middle finger or two.
-Got big cheesy pizzas in big purple jerseys.
-Finally home to re-hyrdrate and begin the most productive/equally successful part of the weekend: Sunday night with the sketchbook and the promise of another night of being awake more than being asleep.
Ciao for now, hope your weekends were just as recharging and relaxing as mine. In the no-sleep kind of way, duh.
