Day of rest

Buongiorno,

After a tough night sleep, health issues (ugh), I woke up this morning and after a slow start, decided to jog. I have only been jogging for 2 months and I find it is a good way to clear my head, keeping my emotions in balance.

It was another difficult run. My legs feel so heavy. I ran about 1/2 a mile, then broke into a walk for about 15 minutes. I ran back the last 1/2 to 3/4 of a mile.

I told myself "It's okay" but almost broke down crying. I have had serious health issues for the past year and I didn't want to be reminded of them while on this sabbatical.

I struggle with how much of my life I want this illness to touch.  I want somewhere, someplace to be just me. Not ill me or tired me, just simply me.

The very nice older gentleman neighbor knocked on the door at 10am.  I, of course, was wrapped in a towel and dripping wet. I called out something like "una momento, chinqwa minutos per favore".

He was again very sweet and he had a techno guy with him.  I guess they need to do something out one of the windows upstairs so he can watch another channel of tv?  After 3 trips up the stairs, they were done on 20 minutes.

A few minutes late as I was leaving, he (I think his name is Augusto) stuck his head out the window and asked for me to wait.  He come down with a small plate, fork and a piece of baklava. I was very touched by his kindness.  I was heading out with a small garbage bag, so I went back into the house and put the gift on another plate.

I cannot eat flour as I have celiac disease but I wasn't going to hurt his feelings. Oh how I WISH  I could enjoy it.

I thanked him and then I think he asked me to stop in sometime for coffee.

There are still people working right outside the door for the festival that starts Thursday.  The young lady who speaks a good amount of English gave me a 10 minute tour of this area, pointing out where the tavern will be during the festival. She is helpful and kind.

I went for a walk down via Roma and surprise....there was a huge market day going on. It was bigger than Wednesdays in Umbertide.

I enjoyed looking around. It was very busy. I found the same truck/people who sell pork. I got a container of meat with some crust, yum!

I was getting tired, so I headed back home to eat some pork and rest.

Being in Italy is bringing me home to many things, especially how I view myself.

From what I see, people of all shapes were tight clothes. There doesn't seem to be an apology or any shame involved.  Even thinner woman with a bit of a belly, they let it out. ( In America they would wear a panty control top. ) I don't sense embarrassment or the need to hide.  I enjoy the freedom the residents show here.

It has shown me how restrictive I am and my lack of just enjoying 'what is' rather than concentrating on how to change 'what is' into 'what i wish'.

Life is now, eh?

I started a new book on Yeats. I like it very much.

Tomorrow I will go to the train station to get my tickets for Tuesday's adventure into Perugia.
I am looking forward to seeing Perugia, I have heard many wonderful things.

I promised myself I would rest today, so that is where I am heading...the couch.  :)

Ciao, Patrizia