My feet are always dirty.
Some may not know this, but Rome is a pretty dusty, dirty place... as in we get winds from Africa (supressing Joni Mitchell song) that bring us lots of desert dust. So you must sweep and mop perpetually... but even so, walking around barefoot in the house, on the balcony, open-toe shoes... dirty dirty feet.
I love it.
My Italian is not getting any better, but I am trying to study and do more reading/writing, and my friend Steven I set up a little study group... I've decided that I must learn passato remoto perfectly, because it is used mostly in Sicily, and I always strive to be more Sicilian. Forza.
Anyone else thrilled that Inter lost last night? ;)
Tomorrow morning I have a class at Galleria Nazionale Dell'arte Moderna... we talk about a painting as we are looking directly at it. Amazing, no?
Baci!
20 September 2007
Your general, boring update.
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And your dirty long toes...miss them. I could picture you & stef sweeping. ooxx
Hi guys! It's Sara! Glad to hear things are great! What do you think, Stef? How is the job situation looking??
Love to you both!
mwa!
Sara
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I want to take your classes with you.
I have nothing interesting to report. I've been babysitting and not taping. Ran away to Chicago or some such tomfoolery.
I'm trying to write, but I'm just so tired all the time.
I love you. Tim and I are going to Old Bethpage for the Long Island Fair very soon. You'll both be there with me. I carry your hearts (I carry them in my heart).
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