There’s nothing worse than being solo with the kids from a cheese perspective. The kids will eat a lot of mild cheeses, creamy bries, or dry parmesans, but they steer clear of the stinkier and more funkier cheeses. This only poses a problem because as the only adult here, and the only ONE eating said stinky cheese, it’s abundantly clear to me that I have eaten WAY too much. When you have other people noshing on the apps, it’s easy to think they took the lion’s share of the cheese hunk. Right now, I’m having to face the music of my own personal cheese-fest. I also ate three figs….which were amazing, fantastic, glorious. Cheese and figs should cross all cultural boundaries, who can resist this stuff?
Yesterday John left, but while he was suppose to leave via train at 8:00 a.m., he got down to the station, and realized in a panic that the train gods were not looking out for him because there was a rail strike and John’s train to Venice was cancelled. His train to Venice took him to the Venice airport, where he flew two different legs, landing in Atlanta, then to LA. Nightmare flight home. Anyway, I was leisurely having coffee, in my pj’s when the apartment buzzer sounded off, and John asked in a panic, “can you drive me?” So I forced everyone up and into the car, in a total flurry, despite the rigorous resistance from Ava and Lucia who were dead asleep. I probably could have left them home for the 3 hour round trip, but I just couldn’t quite take the plunge on that.
So we spent half the day driving John to Venice….where he caught his plane and made his way stateside.
We’ve been pretty lazy ever since. Left to our own devices, with no guests, no schedule, and not even John around to make me feel guilty for not filling the cultural agenda to the brim, we are free to sloath-it-up. And sloath-it-up we have.
Notables would be the Teatro Anatomico….basically, the theater of anatomy. The room used by the University of Bologna as far back as the 16th century in the training of doctors, the home of the first medical school in Europe. Officially not sanctioned by the Catholic church (desecration of the dead, they aren’t big on that), apparently Bologna was fairly cutting edge at the time and very proud of this facility which is an incredibly ornate wood carved room (fairly intimate), with a white
marble slab in the center where the dissections were performed The entire room is done in the word—except the slab-making it very striking. Of course, you need only say “dissection” to any kid and their ears perk up. What? Did you say they sliced someone open?? Were they alive?? They are medieval in their thinking, kids are scary.
We had a monsoon rainstorm this afternoon which was super fun. It gave me the perfect excuse to hibernate although technically this city is perfect for rainy days because there are porticos everywhere, so you can stay dry as you walk. Ava and Lucia went of in search of Boba tea (I personally can not understand WHY anyone would like those snotty little balls of jelly in their tea, but it was three hours of entertainment for them). Romeo and Gia spent a sizeable chunk of the late afternoon knee deep in the big bag of legos we bought. That left me free to read….and almost finish my book (The Nest…very entertaining book).
So that’s my two days of sloathing. Sorry there isn’t something more crazy to report, or interesting. Somehow I doubt anyone wants to hear about the fact that I caught up on the laundry, which is actually a feat. The dang washer is so small that I almost have to keep the thing going nonstop to actually avoid a big pile of dirty clothes (and my type A, bit on the crazy side personality, really HATES to see a big pile of dirty laundry).
I’m still detoxing, this is day #2 of no alcohol or sugar. I feel a little less crazy. I did amp up my cheese intake about 400% though, so after I’m done detoxing from alcohol and sugar, I’ll detox from cheese.
Romeo's dog of the day is this white beauty, who sits inside of this little flower store we walk by. It seems like a pretty good gig for a dog, lounging around a flower shop, given the fact that it's 1000 degrees outside so running around chasing pigeons just sounds exhausting. This guy doesn't look happy though....we named him Prozac, because he looks like he needs some.
Signed, ME {lv}
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