Today the weather is windy and moody. No rain, but grey clouds are keeping the sun from bringing up the temperature to a typical 60 degrees. Tony and I walked Lucca to Kindergarten at the local convent school. The mother superior gave us a tour of the building. We had a brief but harrowing ride in a tiny elevator. I'm claustrophobic, so when my palms began to sweat I had visions of fainting and waking up to find the nun praying over me.
The convent was built in the 1700's and was originally a girls boarding school/convent. Many of the rooms have views of the rocky shoreline and crashing waves just outside. Despite the age of the building, everything is immaculate. You could eat off most of the floors in every building, shop and home we've been in...with the exception of our apartment (I don't think we'll be inviting any of the neighbors over for cocktails). Considering the amount of cooking and cleaning Italian women seem to do, I'm not sure how they have time for anything else. When do they buy their shoes!?
Speaking of shoes. I was quite proud of myself for packing so lightly. It was only after being here for a few days that I realized that while it is warm enough to wear my sandals in the middle of they day, everyone here is bundled up. I've been getting stares from every man woman and child. I guess short sleeves and open toes shoes are not acceptable until a later, as yet to be determined, date. Maybe I'm doing the Sicilian equivalent of wearing white shoes before June...OH THE HORROR! In the name of cultural sensitivity I bought a pair of boots on "Saldi". Saldi is my favorite Italian word...it means Sale.
Today, as I was doing laundry, I was reminded that I need to figure out how to tackle a delicate situation with our downstairs neighbor. We have a washing machine but no dryer. We've been hanging our laundry out on a clothesline to dry and a pair of my "thong" underwear fell down and landed on the balcony below us. What is worse is that the building complex seems to be populated by a number of elderly Signoras. I was simply going to pretend that it hadn't happened, but a pair of Lucca's undies fell down as well. We are already short on supplies...maybe I can tell the neighbor that one pair of underwear belongs to my son...and that the other "thing" is a new kind of American slingshot.
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