(I'm not sure I got that German one right.) Goodbye, for the most part, to beautiful Florence. I left there on Sunday in a flurry and without much time to accomplish the last-minute critcial tasks of picking up a memento here or there, or buying an extra wallet at Prada or an extra pair of sunglasses at Gucci. You know, the usual stuff. I arrived in Usigliano di Lari later that afternoon and have been tucked away in the Tuscan hills with my cousins ever since.
Since the last sushi restaurant foray, there have been many developments: I took my final exams and did well; we ate steak at Osteria dei Benci for Tammy Hom's birthday; we finally had sushi that passed all the tests at The Fusion Bar; we had Chinese food in a better place at Hong Kong Ristorante; my landlady returned more of my deposit than I had anticipated given the burn on the counter, the burn on the candelabra, the broken mug, and the melted wax on the couch; the scalding heat here made an outdoor lunch at an agriturismo a veritable inferno that made the air-conditioned bathroom paradise; and I've since had many warm and wonderful meals with my family that make this place seem like an optimized home away from home.
In other news, I bought a leather jacket, Gucci sunglasses, 2 Prada purses and a wallet, a Diesel purse to match my Tod's, all to add to the many other Italian knickknacks I've accumulated in one month. The luggage will be a problem but I can leave my late spring wardrobe with my family, which they can bring back to the States in October. I expect San Diego to give me enough heat to wear all the cute little Sisley and Benetton halter tops I got here.
London is up next. I miss home in many ways - mostly the people. Being nestled away up here, I've begun again my habit of laughing convulsively to myself at the memory of Jose, reading Reyna's and Brian's e-mails, and Vicky's digital camera adventures.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 3:29 AM
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