January 2010
20 posts
Eating habits.
I’m going to emerge after these 4 months with an entirely new appreciation for cooking great food. I have yet to go out to a sit-down dinner [too expensive!] Instead, I have the time here to become savvy and innovative with cooking at home, italian-style.
For example:
Tonight, Chels and I sliced open 2 chicken breasts and stuffed them with fresh yellow peppers, mozzarella, onions, and...
Grizzly Bear and Beach House, anyone?!
In London in March. I think I just peed my pants. On my increasingly long list of things to do while I’m over here is to see a really good show, of course. Between Rome and London venues, I have quite a few to choose from.
Currently seeking fellow music-loving, traveling companions. Inquire within.
Immune system FAIL.
Aww man, I’m sick.. I don’t even have a voice. Feeling real sad about it.
I went into a pharmacy to get cough drops, and the pharmacists - gem of an old man - said OPEN UP! and sprayed my throat right then and there with something. A small bag of medicated cough drops and 18 euro later, I’ve been in bed all day. So this is me being a big baby, sort of wishing I had some...
Because everyone loves the Beatles.
Went out last night to a live music club called BeBop, right down the street from the Duomo. BEATLES COVER BAND. Enough said. I wish wish wish I’d taken my camera - the underground venue was jam packed with sweaty kids - both American and Italian - dancing and singing along to the universally adored classics. We joined right in. It was an absolute riot. I haven’t laughed so hard...
Wake up call?
I woke up to Chelsea jumping on my bed with a croissant in her hand, yelling AMERICANS ARE MOVING IN, AMERICANS ARE MOVING IN!
“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or...”
– Jim Jarmusch
Food rewards.
I’m hoping that all the walking I do makes up for the fact that ordering chocolate croissants and cappuccinos is becoming habitual.
Admittedly.
I’m anxious/nervous/excited/anxious/anxious about leaving.