Rain Rain

It's been pouring down today. On and off, granted, but when it's on, it's not joking. I'm finally home from class and have bundled up in some thick leggings and a sweater and have prepared myself for a cozy night in.

Also, this afternoon, I bought Nutella. And let me just say, few things work as a better fix-all than Nutella. Maybe duct tape is better. But duct tape isn't edible. Not that I've tried it.

On the subject of grocery shopping, Italians do it differently than we do. Shocker, I know. Nothing, I repeat, NOTHING in the country has preservatives. Which really has served to point out how much of the food in America does. Ew. Anyway, if you buy a peach today, you must eat it in 48 hours or else it will be growing a tupee. We have learned this from experience. So you must go shopping ever two or three days. This may be my American laziness speaking but - UGH.

My women's study class - blowing my mind. It's so wonderful and the teacher is everything you'd envision a women's studies prof to be. With an Italian accent thrown in for good measure.
My drawing class, on the other hand, is going to kick my butt. The mere fact that we're on our feet without a break for two and a half hours is enough. But he said I got better by the end of class. So I'm not a hopeless wreck. Yet.

Stay tuned. Same bat-time. Same bat-station.