Going Through The Motions
Though it’s the title of just about THE only McFly song I don’t love, the words “going through the motions” pretty much sum up my day so far.
We didn’t get to bed last night until about two, just because we’re not tired. So we’re trying to switch our bodies over to Italian time, but it’s just not working. We fell asleep to Joshua Radin and this morning, woke up to Michael Buble at 7:45. Breakfast was tasty.
There was bread and honey and nutella and cream cheese and jelly, and hot chocolate and coffee, and milk that tasted like half and half, and tea, and granola and cornflakes. So we ate slowly and then went back to our room and e-mailed some and chatted some and went to bed. We both slept pretty nicely, and I had some crazy dreams. I don’t even know what they were about. But at 12:45 we woke up again for lunch.
It’s 2:08 now and we’ve just finished. It was delicious. There was pasta with white beans, stuffed tomatoes, the same type of garlic/lemon green beans from yesterday, salad, and this really neat melon. It kind of tastes like honey dew, but it has a bright yellow skin. It’s crazy and very sweet, but almost salty if you bite too close to the rind. …I feel like this has become a food blog… But now we’re back in our room e-mailing and chatting and pretty soon, we’ll probably fall asleep again.
Such is life with jetlag and revolting muscles. We’ll see if supper is any different, but for some reason I have a feeling we’ll wake up at 6:45, head down, eat, come back, e-mail, chat, and go to bed. Who knows though. Maybe we’ll switch it up and chat before we e-mail. Yes, I know what you’re thinking, and there’s no telling HOW crazy we can be!
