Where's the FOOD??!

Sunday

Yesterday morning Shane, Ryan and I moved Ryan over to the other housing across town. Of course our internet hadn’t been working that morning, as usual, so Shane and I couldn’t check his email to see whether the woman he’d emailed about switching places had responded. We checked it when we got to Ryan’s place, and sure enough, she hadn’t. Figures. We went up and saw the rooms this time. They’re nice. Small but clean, modern, and private. The only downfall is that the showers are the kind where there’s no shower lip, just a drain in the floor, so water tends to run everywhere. The kitchen has much to be desired, if you can even call it a kitchen. I have a feeling I’d grow to hate that aspect of the place, not really being able to cook and all. And it would also be a pain to have to go downstairs every time I wanted to check my email. It sure is nice being able to sit in bed to do it here, when it’s working that is. So we chalked up the pros of not moving and sort of resigned ourselves to the fact that we’d probably be staying where we’re at, especially after the guy at the front desk told us we’d need to speak to the other woman; he couldn’t check us in.

We left Ryan to his unpacking and explored the shops near the Duomo for a bit. They were all too expensive for us, of course. Such as 300 Euro for some ugly, simple platform dress shoes. Designer, I’m sure, but still. I bet even their slippers are at least 100 Euro. So far I think the street markets are going to be my best bet if I ever truly want to buy anything here.

Shane and I went home, cooked some spaghetti, and finally unpacked. It’s a lot more homey when you’re unpacked, I discovered. Although studying is still going to be slightly depressing, what with the lack of sun or light in the place. Self-discipline Ashelle, self-discipline.

We tried to go food shopping at a little place we’d seen down the street, but whaddya know, Italians don’t like to work very much and therefore have “siesta” every afternoon. Shops usually all close at noon until the evening, when some open up again. So if you want to get anything done, you’d better get your butt out of bed in the morning. That’ll be good for me too I suppose. So that being the case this time, we went back to our apartment where the internet had decided to work again finally. We spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking, cleaning, eating, and bumming. We haven’t even gone to see the Duomo yet. Shane hasn’t been feeling well lately, due to the cold I think, and I haven’t felt much better. It’s a good excuse to stay inside the warmth and be lazy while we still can.

I’m REALLY craving American food. I’m tired of pizza and pasta already—not that it was ever my favorite in the first place. But as of yet we haven’t even found a decent cheap grocery store to buy all the basic things we need, much less be able to have ingredients to cook American dishes. I mean, we haven’t yet found butter! What grocery store doesn’t have butter?! Yesterday I had that feeling of unquenched hunger, even though we’d just eaten spaghetti a couple hours previously. Since we had spaghetti aplenty, I made a ton more to ensure that I got full. I did. And now I’m tired of spaghetti. Actually I could still eat it but I’m craving the kind of sauce my family usually makes: Ragu with pinto beans and TVP in it (TVP is a vegetarian beef substitute).

We went to bed early, so Shane could get up in time for class without being exhausted, and so I could be on his schedule, so he says. Wonderful. But I guess I need it, and it’s really not that bad.

Today (Monday)

Today I was unhappily awakened by Shane turning on his light to get ready, and I couldn’t believe it was already time to wake up—I had been dreaming so well! This was the day that my rigorous studying schedule should start, and while I had been ready for it a couple days ago, I wasn’t ready for it now! I stayed tucked in my bed until Shane left for school, all spiffy in his suit. Since I couldn’t sleep, the internet was once again not working, and I knew I really should get a head start on the day, I decided to take our shopping list down to the grocery store again to get those stupid groceries we can’t ever seem to get.

My walk to the store was cold, but not terrible. When I got there they weren’t open yet, but I only had to wait a couple minutes. I rushed in the second they opened it and started on my shopping spree. I started out with trash bags, since I was in the household section. No trash bags….was I blind? I decided to venture around the store to see if maybe they just weren’t beside the brooms and dust pans. As I walked around the store, I noticed something peculiar—it wasn’t a grocery store at all, but merely a convenience store with household items and beauty products. WHAT!? Why can’t we find a grocery store??! I made several trips around the store, feeling stupid because I was dragging a huge cart and carrying a huge backpack, ready to stuff them to the brim with FOOD. Not STUFF. Finally I found the trash bags….right beside the brooms and dust pans. I got two of them and looked around the store for more things we might need to fill my cart with. Of course there was nothing. I went to the checkout counter and handed her my credit card, after which she proceeded to ask me for my documents. Documents? At a grocery store? I suppose it does take the place of a driver’s license, but still! Shane never had to show his passport at other grocery stores we’ve been at, at least I don’t think. Thankfully they let me by. It was only 2,20 Euro worth anyways.

I came home with trash bags and no food to fill the empty fridge. Oh it’s not like I’ll starve today. We’ve got bread and jelly and leftover spaghetti and crackers. But I’d hoped to have a different meal than spaghetti on the table when Shane got home. Even worse, this means I have nothing better to do than…study. It might be easier if the guy next door would quit singing to his kid all the time. Wish me luck.

Obviously, since I’m posting this we now have internet. Woohoo!!