Bekah.
I went well out of my way to try and determine the forecast earlier this morning, but clearly this was to no avail. First, I checked online after waking up and was informed that there would be showers this afternoon. Promising, but most of my excursioning tends to happen in the mornings or at night. Darn. Well, then I did "the window check," twice - once before and once post-shower. Still no rain, although the sky was certainly a bit cloudy. Oh well! On went the sneakers and that was that.
Or so I thought. But somehow, from the time it took me to grab my keys, phone, and Burt's Bees and then get downstairs ... it started to sprinkle. By this time, I was borderline in ritardo and needed to begin my ascent, so since it was only misting, I decided to decline my desire to run back upstairs and apprehend the galoshes and umbrella.
That was a mistake.
By the time I was truly too far along to turn back it had really started raining, so I had to take off my peacoat to cover my head (wet hair in cold Italian house = miserable head cold) and then increase my velocity x2. By the time I got to Sara and Patrizio's I was cold and even more frustrated by my choice to leave the rain gear behind. What was I thinking? When was I going to learn to just LISTEN to my woman sense (having intuition only serves you well if you heed it) and WEAR the galoshes?!!
Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. Unless I am met with fluffy, white sheep clouds and a Carolina blue sky in the morning, those galoshes are going to be on my feet!
In other news, the second session (quarter) of classes is in its second week and seems to be going along quite nicely. Next semester I plan to audit one of them - ENG/HIS 940: Justice and Liberty - where I will get to "read closely some of the works of Primo Levi, along with those of other Turinese Jews, namely Carlo Levi and Natalia Ginzburg, whose lives and writings were shaped, if not to say determined, by the rise of fascism [while we] examine autobiographies, biographies, historic accounts, poetry, fiction, and film as they begin to form a picture of Italy during WWII." Exciting! Because believe it or not, I really miss school. I miss classes and lectures and my English professors and even (sometimes) the homework too ...
Because I really loved Meredith, especially my beloved Joyner, where I spent so many hours drinking in literature from professors who love what they teach. Look, here I am hugging it:
Oh, and look what I had on my feet. See, that was clearly a more intelligent time of my existence! Maybe I need to cut back on the Nutella ...
On a less mopey note, next week is a two-day school week for the students and then they will begin their long travel breaks! Many are going to London, but others are going to Switzerland or even Morocco and another is staying in Italy to travel with family that will be visiting her during the break. I'm going to tag along and serve as a tour guide the day they go see Siena, and I am really excited about going back! It is also very special to share places you love with people that have never seen them before. As exhausting a role as it can be, being a tour guide offers rewards that are priceless! I loved introducing Sarah and Jamie to Sansepolcro, Anghiari, Citta' di Castello, and Firenze, and I will treasure those visits because seeing these cities anew with them made each trip uniquely dear.
Speaking of Sarah and Jamie, I want to thank them again in the presence of all who read this blog for transporting wintry necessities my way! I am truly relishing my expanded collection of long sleeves, my sneakers, my Birkenstocks, and the track jackets and hoodies ... and in immense proportions! Thank you!
Of course, at present I am holding a small grudge against my New Balance sneakers because both times that it rained I wore them instead of my galoshes and almost died in consequence. For you see, the traction on the sneakers is minimal and, clumsy human being that I am, this makes me a walking hazard, a show for all of Sansepolcro to watch and enjoy :)
And this is yet another reason why tomorrow, Lord willing, I will not leave the house without my yellow galoshes ...
Buona serata!
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