As school started at 9 again this morning (I LOVE this concept), a few of the girls in my class and I went or breakfast, again, to "Suite" - a caffe with its doors right on the main street "Pappa Giovanni". My sister, who went to France on Rotary in 2007, recounts stories of "Notting Hill" - a caffe she frequented in Lille with her friends. I have a feeling that "Suite" is the new "Notting Hill".
Everyone orders the same thing: un cappuccino e un brioche (croissant). BUT, they've fancied up the conventional cheese-jam-and-crean combo. They put the shit INSIDE the croissant. I don't understand the process - I envision someone getting fancy with syringes - but everyone is satisfied with their choice - jam (on the INSIDE. My word.), flavoured creams, chocolate, spinach and feta, pancetta, cheese...pretty sure they could work out something for the freaky-of-preferance people, too.
Something I am desperately trying to understand: Italian pigeons.
How is it that the pigeons are MORBIDLY OBESE but all these Italian bitches are anorexic and eat brioche con crema for breakfast every morning? Makes NO sense. Does someone have a possible explanation for me about this (terribly unfair) phenomenon?
On the subject, I now have an exercise bike in my room. (Not on the subject of pigeons. The subject of morbid obesity [or the prevention thereof]). It's great. And the buttons are all in English. Yay.
The girls at home have all been pounding (oh, how appropriate) me with questions about Italian men. Oh, Roland also. Let me clarify: the ratio of girls to guys in Luceo is about 20:1. The ratio of hideous men to decent or above average men in the street is about 10:1. (Things are looking up!) (Note, not "hooking up". LOOKING up.)
Suite has 3 regulars who are old-school-Italian-movie-gorgeous. The girls strategically position our table to optimise staring and being-stared-at potential. It's great.
I wore my "Ciao, Bella" hoodie today, to great response.
Special shoutout (as requested) to Sir Jeff Seeff, of awesome origins, who I miss dearly. Have heard wonderful feedback about the blog - thank you to everyone who takes the time to read it :) I hope you're enjoying living your Italian dreams vicariously through me.
OH! They predict snow this weekend. STOKED.
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