I mean, everyone says that the Tuscan sun is warm. That is why they made a whole movie about being under it. But when it is cold? And grey? NOT SO MUCH. Or maybe that is because we don't have heating in our apartment so I've started wearing my (italian!) coat as a bathrobe and doing my work under all of my blankets in bed. I know, tiniest violin right now. But I'm just saying.
In other news, my ipod has almost completely died, and seems to only want to play Frank Sinatra. Sometimes. Which is not so helpful when running. Because, to be entirely truthful, I'm not so much of a runner as a "random slacker occasional jogger" and I NEED every motivation to keep my speed above a slow amble. The ipod and 80's music does help with this....when it is working. But come on, I live in the land of gelato and carbs, I NEED HELP. So, my plan to get in shape for my cocktail dress attire in Monaco was to step up my running, but that plan has gone to pot (thanks Apple! I mean, maybe I dropped the ipod in water and it is several years old but STILL). Which led to this random conversation with Martin:
Me: "I mean, I might need you to wrestle the 5th pain au chocolat away from my greedy hands so that I end up still being able to fit into my pants. We don't want a no pants situation--I feel that is not the classy image we want to present."
Martin: "Understood. But, you could just put the butter directly on your legs and slide your pants on that way. You'll end up being attractive to dogs and hungry men, but at least you will be wearing pants!"
Ahhh....good times.
In other news, random comments I've heard while being in Florence:
(while watching a rugby game) "We should start a website showing off men's necks! We can get advertisers!! And make money that way!
"Doesn't America export anything besides bad music?"
"Why are italians all so small? (shifty look) What do they know that we don't????"
"Prosecco Emergencia!" (Ok, I could have said that one. But I think it was Martin)
"Happy Honeymoon!" (said to me and Martin as we strolled through the leather market one afternoon)
And so, while Michelle and Kathleen where here I let Michelle borrow Martin to be her fake husband for awhile since I've had him all to myself so far. They are a cute (fake!) couple!!
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P.S. I became a follower of your blog (though I chose the anonymous option-- which did not seem to up the total number of followers than before-- hoping that it would get me a response on the leather comments...also, I have leads on new recruits for you, so you may be hearing from folks via your work e-mail. You are welcome!! Sorry I can't make it for a visit!!
Tozawa!! I'm not buying you shoes or a leather jacket. But I do owe you brunch!! :) Let's do it when I get back!
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