I'm sitting in my kitchen eating zucchini (just zucchini) out of a bowl disproportionally large to its contents, and drinking ice tea out of a wine glass. Somehow in my mind this makes sense for a Monday night. Thinking back to the strange weekend I just had.... Somewhere down the line it probably did. Lets start off with Saturday morning, I wish I could say I was bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to take on the day. In reality, I was having an epic battle within myself as to which idea sounded better: staying in my plush down bed all morning with a cup of tea and not a care in the world? Or would I make the great trek out to Bologna like I had been planning all week. I am ashamed to say the bed came so close to winning. Closer than I would like to admit. So with great regret, and mild disgruntlement I made my way to the train station at 7am with what was promising to be an interesting day.
