Today was a tourist day. I met my professor this morning to discuss my thesis, and she gave me a much more manageable framework that I had envisioned. It seems I had confused 'masters thesis' with 'dissertation.' She is a lovely person, too, so it was really nice to see her here. No, I don't think any school people are reading the blog, so I am not sucking up. She suggested that, rather than continue to fight Italian bureaucracy, I should just go see some great works at the Palazzo Pitti that are completely unrelated to my thesis. I wandered around enjoying Titians, Raphaels and many, many Andrea del Sarto pieces in the former Medici palace. This was after a great lunch. In the evening, I shopped for toys for the kiddies, presents for family, and then I finally caved and bought a bikini. They are super cheap here, and very pretty, and the gelato has not totally wrecked my waistline yet.
Notable things today: an hour ago, a man actually invited me to his apartment for a rather explicit reason within five minutes of conversation. Honestly. Our chat went from Scheggia to something else entirely at warp speed. He really meant it, at least, if I was willing to go along with it. These guys are BRAZEN. Yes, he was cute. No, I didn't go.
I accidentally bought a gelato with raw eggs in it. I am allergic to raw eggs. I had to THROW IT AWAY!!! WHERE WERE YOU PEOPLE WHEN I NEEDED YOU? THIS IS A TRAVESTY! LOST GELATO!!!!
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Wow. At least this guy didn't try to lure you with the promise of an espresso beverage. If they knew anything, they'd try gelato. Poor Kate. Having to sacrifice the gelato. Do the screams still haunt you at night? They should!!!
I'm assuming the rather forward invitation occurred AFTER the bikini purchase...surprise surprise.
You could have microwaved the gelato..made sort of a sunnyside up desert...you might have a competitor for the "Kati rolls"
nice! i'll keep that one in mind, Dad. Never again will I waste a gelato simply for an allergy! Yes, the screams are haunting me. And no, I'm not strutting around in the new bikini -- it was kept modestly in my bag. ;)
:-)
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