I like the sound it makes, to say it this way: "I sprained my ankle rather spectacularly, last week." (Especially when it’s a parenthetical to some other, more important clause in the sentence.) I like the Two-Euro-Ninety-Centesimi cane that Andrew got me from the Chinese store across Via Aurelia. It does not have a dragon-head, which is what I really wanted (and which would have gone a long way towards making me feel better about all this hobbling about), but there does seem to be some kind of animalesque head-carving happening. I had suspected canes would be fun. I was right.
This week we re-arranged my writing room. Well, alright. I rearranged my writing room, despite grumblings from Andrew’s direction about how lame people should not be trying to move furniture at nine o’clock on a Friday night. Whatever, it was only Ikea furniture.
The first batch of limoncello has come out rather strong. Maybe it has something to do with our alcohol-to-water ratios that Saturday afternoon (alright Carlotta, more like MY alcohol-to-water ratios): slightly-on-the-fly and slightly falanghina-fuzzy. Ah well. It’s not that it isn’t awesome...
Next week I get to see my first Italian ortopedico ever. He comes to Santa Marinella twice a month. From Arezzo. Of course. You know why THAT’S exciting to me. Please god, let him have a Tuscan accent. And if he does, let him say we have to do LOTS of physio.
Yesterday I celebrated with a coneful of gelato di cocco and fragola. I know the cocco was right. I am mostly sure about the fragola. I walked home with it, in puddles of Santa Marinella sunlight. I tried to imagine walking along the Arno with a cone like that. Ten years ago to the day.
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[Via Giulio Cesare, Santa Marinella]
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