One week at the beach and I can now claim that I am the babysitter of a little fish. It’s near impossible to pull Nerina out of the water. We go to the beach every morning for a few hours and return an hour after lunch. Oh, I’m not complaining. I love the sun and I love to swim. The Mediterranean is a little cold at the moment, but I think it’s going to start getting very hot here soon and it won’t matter.
When we’re not swimming, we’re biking, turtle hunting, eating gelato, or working on her English homework (which is a joke because she’s basically fluent). I adore this child, and I am even learning to love her tantrums—if only because they remind me that she is a child and not just my best friend.
Her birthday is this weekend and there will be over 30 children here. I can’t say whether I’m excited or not. She certainly is.
When Nerina is bored with me, she plays with her cousin Giulia and her friend Alice. They are all the same age and, on occasion, they get along nicely. Three girls together is always tricky. Anyway, during these times I mostly just read or work on my summer course (another joke).
I am very much torn between wanting to go home and never wanting to leave here. I’m trying not to think about it, but I have quite a bit of time to think. Anyhow, after Nerina’s birthday, I have family coming to see me. The next week I have a free weekend so I think I might go to Siena. The next week is my last week with Nerina before they go to New York and it is also the weekend I go to Paris. The next week I will be in Torino, and then I will spend my last day in Florence before I have to go Rome to catch my plane to the States.
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Quasi Estate
Is Melissa alive? Yes, and sorry she has not updated since she visited Austria in April. I plan to update old entries later, but for now I thought it would polite to let everyone know I am still breathing.
So school is finished and I now live with Ginevra and Nerina…and their menagerie. Nerina was just given a Jack Russell puppy, which she named Ninetta or Nini for short. So now I have a child and a puppy in my care. I can’t complain; they’re both adorable and I will be gone before either of them loses their cuteness.
I have finally recovered from a lung infection I procured from Nerina. She was sick for a week and I didn’t get over mine for two. I’m still taking medication, but I feel nearly normal now.
Life these past few weeks has consisted of running errands for Ginevra, walking the dog, picking up Nerina from school, playing Uno, and reading (I’ve collected quite a few books this year) in first-rate people watching spots in Florence.
I spent this last weekend at Nerina’s beach house. Ginevra wanted to acquaint me with the property. I think I am really going to enjoy my summer. The house is very simple, which I like, as it looks real and not like a Martha Stewart catalogue (like every other home Ginevra owns). The beach is only a 5 minute walk through trees and sand dunes—the family’s private property. In two weeks Nerina and I will move there and remain until the end of July…then I come home. One year later.
So school is finished and I now live with Ginevra and Nerina…and their menagerie. Nerina was just given a Jack Russell puppy, which she named Ninetta or Nini for short. So now I have a child and a puppy in my care. I can’t complain; they’re both adorable and I will be gone before either of them loses their cuteness.
I have finally recovered from a lung infection I procured from Nerina. She was sick for a week and I didn’t get over mine for two. I’m still taking medication, but I feel nearly normal now.
Life these past few weeks has consisted of running errands for Ginevra, walking the dog, picking up Nerina from school, playing Uno, and reading (I’ve collected quite a few books this year) in first-rate people watching spots in Florence.
I spent this last weekend at Nerina’s beach house. Ginevra wanted to acquaint me with the property. I think I am really going to enjoy my summer. The house is very simple, which I like, as it looks real and not like a Martha Stewart catalogue (like every other home Ginevra owns). The beach is only a 5 minute walk through trees and sand dunes—the family’s private property. In two weeks Nerina and I will move there and remain until the end of July…then I come home. One year later.
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