I wanted to wake
up at eight this morning, but when I went downstairs and saw breakfast wasn’t
out yet, I decided it wasn’t worth it to be conscious and went back to sleep.
Because of that, we were a little (or an hour) late to church. It’s been hard
getting to all three hours mostly because we tend to get really lost, but also
because we’re tired and sacrament is the last hour so motivation has to be
really strong. When I finally did get down to eat breakfast I found out
Fiorella didn’t put out a cup, plate or utensils for me, probably because with
travelling and fasting I haven’t eaten breakfast down there for a few weeks. I
hope she wouldn’t be too upset if she knew I just went ahead on got my things
on my own.
Today was our last Sunday in Siena. Since all the study
abroad girls have left it was really empty and a little sad.
This afternoon we also made it to a soccer game. Even though
I’d already been to one, Amber hadn’t so I went again. We sat behind this group
of men who chatted and yelled about the game the whole time. I mentioned to
Amber that I didn’t think they had all come together, but had just met there
and said that I think any Italian will make friends will another Italian if
they have to sit together for more than 15 minutes. Italians are cute and nice
like that. Also, on our way to church this morning we walked past a big group
of men wearing blue sports jackets and sweats. As we admired their
attractiveness we wondered if they maybe were the opponents for the day’s game
and when we got to the stadium the opponent’s colors were blue. So maybe we had
our opportunity to meet hot Italian professional soccer players and passed it
up.
Do you ever have those days where everything just makes you
mad for no reason? I’m having a weekend like that. So yesterday and today I
really struggled not to be perpetually whiny and irritated, but it’s been hard
and maybe I’ve just wanted to start crying in public several times. I’ve always
been a dramatic soul… Anyway, right now I’m feeling a lot better sitting in bed
listening to Sufjan Stevens and trying to eat a Butterfinger without making a
mess which is basically impossible. Thank you to my dear friends Makenzie and
Marissa who sent me a beautiful care package full of things I love and miss
(like Butterfingers).
Pretty much this entire last week I’ve fallen asleep before
dinner so I’ve been stumbling downstairs for dinner. It’s kinda awkward
because, for whatever reason, they can always tell that I just woke up. Tonight my
sleepiness really interfered with my ability to eat, which is probably a good
thing because I think I’m becoming a little chub. Also, did you know some Italians like to watch car racing? Giuseppe and Fiorella are included and they
were watching some race in Austin and got pretty into it. There was also a
debate where the race was because Amber and I told Giuseppe Austin is in Texas,
but he said the station said it was being broadcast from Northern United
States. After much debate and confusion we settled on Texas because it looked
warm and everyone was wearing T-shirts.