I consistently find new and inventive ways to waste time. I should have taken out this very slow-paced and chill day to do some studying but the books are "prendendo la polvere" (collecting dust) in the corner of the studio. Tomorrow morning is the Uffizi gallery guided tour. I'm really excited about finally seeing the Birth of Venus. Botticelli is da man.
I have a faint recollection of hearing the door buzzer this morning, stumbling over to the intercom, and going, "Sì?" I heard a man say something about, "... la posta," and so I haphazardly pressed every button on the system until I heard some indication of the main door downstairs opening. Why il postino would summon my apartment for entrance is a puzzle. After all, I am probably one of the only temporary residents in the building, and shouldn't il postino have a chiave? I was in no shape to investigate matters, having only been in bed a few precious hours.
Today's interactions with the natives included asking the tabacchaio (tobacco store owner) how to use Jenni Kagan's calling card, buying a large bottle of Dolce e Gabbana Light Blue perfume (practically half the price here!), and buying pastries (see below). I'm starting to have trouble curbing my sweet tooth. In the beginning I could take or leave these damned pastries, but being here for a week and a half, they are becoming as elemental as a Starbucks Americano or sun-dried tomato bagel with veggie shmear.
I've officially termed my love handles my "pancetta." It makes perfect sense. "Pancetta" is Italian bacon, and as "pancia" is paunch, then "pancetta" aptly describes whatever the fuck is going on in my mid-section.
OK, back to International Intellectual Property.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 4:01 PM
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