Speaking of men and women....We were given explicit instructions to follow the "M" sign to get to the Metro. We didn't notice the white sign above the purple "M"'s. I wish you could have seen John's face when we realized we were not at the metro station, but IN the women's bathroom! Ha ha ha.
Something tells me this ad wouldn't go over well in the States....
If there is one thing that defines the women in this country, it is their long legs and their spike heels! Can you imagine how out of place I feel wearing a prairie skirt and Berkenstocks with my feet covered in bandaids from the 11 blisters that are currently on my feet, hobbling around the city, while every other women struts confidently in her short miniskirt and stilletos? Reminds me a little bit of this movie scene.
Our new friends the Embergs have been letting us come use their high speed internet at their apartment. They said it was a great apartment, except for the roaches, and offered to let us move in after they went to their region. We said no way, no thanks, because of the roaches of course....
It's amazing how a few days without internet can change your point of view about things like roaches. Today we traded our roach-free apartment....for high speed internet!! Woo-hoo! RAID anyone?
And how about that view?
Here is a sweet story....
On the first day we met Joseph, this father and daughter were standing outside the orphanage taking photos. When we heard them speaking in perfect english, we had to talk to them. Come to find out, the girl was adopted from this very orphanage 20 years ago. Her father brought her back to see where she was from. We asked about her birth family and she said she was still thinking about whether she wanted to contact them or not. She was open to it. She is now in college studying social work, so she can help kids like her.
On our last day in Italy I sent John to the market for souvenirs for the kids I asked him to pick up some italian body lotion so I could smell exotic and fresh (like the italian ladies) for my first meeting with Joseph. I hoped if for no other reason he would like me because of how I smelled!
He came back with this:
Does anyone read italian? By any chance does this say self tanning lotion? Because that would then explain the orange streaks on my legs, knees and ankles. And hands.
So I am not exotic-smelling but I'm tan.