Well, I’m not sure how exactly it all came about- but I’m going to London. I have my apartment until the 21st- and that afternoon, Alejandro and I are going to the land of the queen, and the spice girls- of pounds, brits, big ben and pints for a week. It was nothing I had anticipated happening on this trip- but I suppose that’s the beauty of having no real expectations.
Alejandro has had the last two days off- and now that he is finally back at work I am rising from the vortex that has been this week.
He doesn’t speak English very well, and god knows I can’t speak Italian- but I speak a little Spanish and between the two we get by.
There is a car in Italy called the “smart car.” It’s one of these tiny two seat cars that makes a mini look like a Cadillac… anyway- here is an example of one of our conversations.
“I think that he's smart” I say
“What is this word Smart?- smart is a car no?”
“Si, pero Smart also means intelligent- como intelligente-“
“Intelligente?- but Smart is a stupid car….”
And he’s right. The it IS a stupid car.
I am almost half way thru my trip. Blah!!!
Today I am going to go to the park- Villa Borgese to draw and read. Then I think I’ll go have a huge fancy lunch. And then- perhaps a nap and I’ll write for a little while. Then I need to go visit my friends at the pub. And then- Alejandro will get off work- and we will have dinner…. And then bed.
Life in Rome is nice. Too bad it’s not reality.