oh roberto and me. che amici! what friends! so i dressed up a little, tried to be cutsie on accident...for the boys i work with. well that did me plenty of good because i got everything i wanted today! i really have been blessed. roberto invited me to have lunch at his house with he and his wife. she speaks really fast and even more dramatically than my zia. oh it was hilarious. they asked if i was catholic or protestant and i said neither. i told them i was mormon, you know the two guys who walk around sempre insieme, with name tags and white shirts. they said 'YEAH! white shirts, always short sleeves' yada yada. twas hilarious. it was delicious. fresh salad, tomatoes with pepper, parmaggiano, bread, wine, club soda, prosciutto, salame, and hard boiled eggs. oh and fruit for dessert. sempre fruit for dessert. oh, so that was wonderful. roberto also always takes me on little walk type extravaganzas. he told the people i was working with that we were on a mission. he drove me all around siena to the different museums, introducing me to people, saying 'guess what her name is! guess! its illary! come clinton!' and he showed me various exhibits he assembled. also, it was my first time in a car within the walls of siena, on the skinny skinny streets where most cars arent allowed and there is molto foot traffic. roberto drove so fast i thought we were going to kill any man who stepped into the street. there are no sidewalks, you see, and hardly room for tourists. fantastico! if he wasn't married i'd probably propose. anyways, he's really good to me. the other thing i wanted to happen was giuseppe to ask me out. giuseppe with the pretty eyes. well...he asked for my number!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah boieeeee. done and done. i love myself. now i have to figure out what to wear to work tomorrow. its the opening of the exhibit and there will be food, a festa, and a famous italian journalist covering the opening. oh, AND the artist is coming! yay! im super excited and really wish i could speak italian better, however, ive noticed my understanding of others conversation has sky rocketed. i'm grateful for that.
ok. ok. ok. my life rocks. and the rain is beautiful.
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remember how in our pointless internship class we had to learn about how depressed women can become when they come home from places like italy because men don't look at them anymore? we can go hang out in little mexico together when you get home.
men are a lot more respectful here than i expected. ive only been hit on in spain. i think if i go to southern italy.
yeah. lets hang out.
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