27 November 2008

jokes at 3 francesco gianni

so last weekend was a joke at 3 f. gianni. to begin with, abbie and i have been loaded down with work,
which isn't so bad in the grand scheme of things. keeps us busy. palma has work most days when we're
home, so we've been moving around the apartment, having breakfast and tea at our leisure, that sort
of thing. the apartment is freezing, because they use heat sparingly here, which i totally side with, don't
get me wrong, but sometimes when it's cold, and abbie has an awful cold, it's okay to turn the heat on.
but our radiator was broken last weekend. it was dripping buckets. buck-ets. like three buckets a day.
and it took half a week to get it fixed. but it works now, so long as we 'don't touch the radiator'. joke
central. last friday was funny. abbie and i didn't have class, so we thought that we would go to coop to
get fixings for lunch. we came home and started to make sandwiches in the kitchen... when... palma
runs into the kitchen with her pants half down freaked out that we're using her kitchen. she then
proceeded to sit and watch us eat lunch. it was weird and territorial and funny and sad all at once.

i know we rag on palma for being a control freak, but damn, she knows how to keep a
kitchen spotless. and we love it.

this is an excerpt from palma's really intense magnet collection. i like how the bumble bee has
it's arm around the giraffe. i think i might give her one of my chicago magnets. maybe...

this is the t. set that gets us through those long awkward moments at dinner when we don't
know what to say in italian anymore. my favorite show is la botola, a talent show where the
losers get dumped into a pool through a trapdoor in the floor of the stage. we also watch a
game show involving questions and money, and then after, always the news. abbie and i always
get so stoked when we see obama on tv. he's our homely guru, and we love him.

this is THE calendar. i.e. where she writes things like 'no sandy per cena' (sandy won't be
at dinner tonight). notice that she spelled abbie's name incorrectly twice on the 12th and
13th of november [NO ABY, NO ABFE].

i'd say that the cherry on the cake of this whole experience has been the food. when her
mother and father were living with us for the first two months, the dinners were amazing
though a bit too filling... either way, one of the first phrases we learned was 'molto buono'
i.e. dinner is delicious. after her parents returned to the south, we wondered if the quality
of food was going to go downhill. yes, we've had fishsticks more than our fair share of nights
[not joking.. fishsticks, with ketchup], but we were pleasantly surprised that the food was
still molto buono... until we opened the freezer to see dinners for the last month of our
stay at palma's pre-made and frozen by guess who... palma's mother. here's proof:

but sometimes when palma isn't home, and we don't have class until the afternoon,
abbie and i make tea and stand on the balcony. and for the moment, it feels as if 3 f. gianni
is our home.

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