Un Problema Piccolo

Blech. I don't really know how to feel about this past weekend. It had its good and bad parts.

The good parts:
- I finally found a pair of great leather boots I like! And while I didn't have the money to purchase them outright, seeing as it's the end of the month and I didn't feel like calling to get more money early, they let me put them on hold and I can pick them up next week.
- I tried two restaurants I've wanted to try forever, and both of them were pretty decent. Neither was mind-blowing, but both were enjoyable.
- I did a lot of reading and relaxing.
- I found two really cute skirts at Zara for not very expensive.
- I finally washed all my clothes!

The bad parts:
- It poured for most of the weekend, which made it hard to go out.
- Someone got so angry at me practicing voice with the window open at school that they called the school and asked for me to stop. I didn't realize I was that bad :(
- I was really, really sick all day today, and it doesn't feel like the kind of sick that goes away. As in, I think I've hit my limit of acidic tomato sauces and wine and am going to have to go back to pasta in bianca (salt, pepper, butter, and cheese) and lots of water.
- I finally found a scale, which then told me that I'd put on a bit more weight than I'd hoped.
- We didn't make it to Assisi because the weather was so bad and because I was so sick.
- Rob had tons of homework, so I wasted a lot of time at home doing nothing.
- I stayed up way too late both Friday and Saturday nights, so my schedule got all off.

Blech. It's just so hard to feel like I've wasted a weekend when I have so few left.

The good news though is that the rest of the weekends are pretty much planned. Next weekend is our anniversary, and we're headed to Rome, which should be fun. We missed out on some cool stuff last time, namely the catacombs and la Bocca della Verita, and I want to find the marble McDonalds.

I am so ready for Greece. I just want to lay on the beach and relax. Actually, what I'm most ready for at this point is to go home. When I'm sick it's really hard to be away. Here especially with the weird food situation it's hard to get well...I just wish I had a way to make my own food, and I wasn't at the mercy of whatever and whenever they wanted to feed me. BAH.

Anyway, I should get some sleep. Tomorrow starts another exciting week in paradise. Ciao!