Before I get into all the important details of how my move’s been going, I thought I would start with this: I’m going to get so fat here.
It’s day 2 of me being in Milano and all I’ve eaten is bread. Bread with olives, with eggplant, with tomatoes. It kind of almost seemed healthy until I remembered the common factor in each of those meals. And before I got here I was somewhat optimistic of a regular workout routine, I even went crazy and imagined myself finding a Pilates studio. However, once I arrived and realized that between being stuck on campus from 8am – 11pm and well, sleeping, I’m not sure how much of that will actually be possible. Maybe there’s a Lazy Runner’s club on campus. Or perhaps I should start one… ::light bulb::