Yesterday morning, in an act of semi-desperation, I decided that if I couldn't have my usual big cup o' American-style coffee at home before school, I'd settle for some espresso with hot water added (the Italians' idea of American coffee). I waited, waited, waited, but after half an hour, still no espresso. I was running late, so I shut off the stove and ran to school. No, I didn't leave the gas on, if that's what you're thinking. So this morning, being a smart cookie and learning from my mistakes, I woke up and put the espresso pot on before getting in the shower. I took my time, knowing it would take a while. So when I got out of the shower and smelt a slightly-toasted odor, I was optimistic that it was my coffee! I was extremely disappointed to find that not only had my coffee not brewed, but that the handle had melted off and was burning in a small poo-resembling pile next to the burner. Luckily, I was able to douse the fire with about a juice-glass's worth of water, but I couldn't save the espresso pot. Notice the "poo-resembling pile" and the surrounding water...
About the move! If this is a surprise to you, it was to me, too! After moving into a new apartment on Sunday, I was glad to just get out from the grips of Fiorella. But a few days there quickly revealed that there would often be a third person at the apartment, or no one else at all, but more often the former. Which left Carolyn at her and Joe's apartment all by herself most of the time. So Carolyn and I formed a united front, declaring that we wouldn't be left alone any longer every night! Or put up with canoodling! With God as our witness, we would never go hungry again! Oh, sorry...wrong storyline... Anyway! I moved into Joe's room, and he moved into mine. I am happy about this; I've been coveting this apartment since day 1! Here are some pictures of my third (and final!) apartment in Roma. I have included two of my bedroom, and one of the kitchen, the two most important rooms in the apartment, of course:
I think it's wonderful! And very charming, in that rustic Italian way. Everything is really ecelctic, which I love! AND, take a look at the ceiling in my bedroom (how fitting, given my recent infatuation with ceilings...):
Besides this apartment triumph, I had a grand coup-d'achat (I don't know if that's really a word in French, but I'm making it one...a grand coup of a purchase...). One and a half kilograms of parmigiano reggiano cheese! For just over 10 euros. I took this picture of it next to some scissors to try and give you some perspective on how large this wedge of cheese is:
All in all, despite my minor incendiary event in the morning, today was a triumphant day! And one of the best things about this apartment (for me and my blog) is a steady, free source of internet! What a luxury...
I just got around to posting the pictures from Par-ee! So take a look.
2 comments:
Save me a piece of that cheese. Did you actually take it cut it out of the lining of heaven? Am I the only fat kid that pictures heaven that way?...
ha! i thought it was cheese clouds that rain bourbon...same thing...
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