Stuff and Things

Sorry I've been slacking on the blog front, Russia finally stopped breathing on us so it's been more tempting to go outside and actually do things instead of hiding inside and shivering at the keyboard. Here are some things...and stuff!

Last weekend we went to a real Florentine soccer game. It was fun, kind of like going to a football game except for time actually happened akin to the way it does in real life so I didn't want to die of boredom. Also people patted each other affectionally when they knocked someone to the ground instead of like, I don't growling and hitting them again like they do in America. Also we ate popcorn. Overall, very favorable experience.

Soccer, Football, Calcio! Shorts!

Liz and I at the game dressed in our
SuperFlorentine Shirts. Haa.

This weekend was actually really beautiful and we spent a lot of Saturday lying along the banks of the Arno in a very relaxing way.

photo credit laura barnum

Then the week happened. Did some stuff and things.

Chelsea and I,
exhausted after a long week of feigning normality

Then it was the weekend again!!

Tried to run to the small nearby town of Fiesole on Friday morning

Got really tired, couldn't find any of this stuff.

Beautiful sign
"With all my heart and soul I want you
to be my one and only princess!"
Can't imagine what it would say in america... probably something vulgar.

Then on Saturday we did a horseback riding, wine tasting, and vineyard tour!

Liz on a horse

My horse was named Naomi (Campbell), named for her beauty, aloof attitude, hair said Giulia, our guide.

I loved her.

Doesn't play well with others.

 I found her very easy to ride and had a great time weaving our way through beautiful vineyards beneath the sun! (Even though I hadn't been so sure about horses since reading "Riding Freedom" at the age of eight)

They only show her one eye...
I won't say why, but it has something to do with horses.
Children's books should strive to be less traumatizing...

The wine tour was really cool too except for I was kind of hungry so I didn't really care as much as I might have under other circumstances. But now I know how to sound smart by calling wine "oaky" and full of particles or something...I don't know I wasn't really paying attention. Feed me!

Ancient wine from 1835
Not really, just dusty and from 1990. If it's ancient, so am I.

A prince lives here and this is his wine!

Me and my best friend, dog

Liz and her best friend, cat.

Other dog and his best friend, rock.
(past 3 photos credit liz!)

 

Creepy street performer puppet
and its best friend gross thing

Topped of delicious lunch with wine tasting and later gelato on the way home! Such a lovely tour. I am now such a fancy person, always in the company of princes and horses and what not.