Today was, I will admit, a very blah day. Rainy and icky outside, and I just didn’t feel like doing anything but sit around and munch and do crossword puzzles. BUT…a blah day in Florence is so far above a blah day anywhere else. I’m really not complaining 🙂
When my alarm went off at 6:40 AM, I sprang out of bed, twirled around getting dressed, full of energy and cheer!…GOTCHA. I hit the snooze button a few dozen times, dragged myself out of bed, ate an apple and headed off to my very early and often frustrating class. The teacher is very nice, but the students I am surrounded by…oy. I don’t think the time of day has anything to do with the lack of intelligence they display.
But, as usual, I was a bit more awake by the end – can I just say how much I LOVE my walk to class! Not only do I pass this baby:
But I swear exercise is better than any amount of coffee or espresso. I’m so much more energized when I come home just from the 20 minute walk to and from class. Walking = happy Gillian.
It helps that I know that post-class time = BREAKFAST time! My favorite meal of the day, and the meal in which lies most of my cooking talent. Today was same ole, same ole – banana oatmeal. I meant to put yogurt it in to change things up…but of course I got distracted and forgot. I promise you some more interesting oat pictures soon!
Not bad – not Mom’s, but it fit the bill.
I had my first “yoga club” meeting tonight. It was, much like the rest of my day, rather blah. I was very grateful to finally get the chance to do it at all – Italian tiled floors do NOT make for any kind of yoga practice – and it did feel lovely, but it was very much a beginner’s class and I am still craving more a challenge. But it was nice and relaxing, which is always needed and appreciated. I do miss my little attic studio though!
*EDIT to the original post*: Papa G just ordered me a yoga mat from UK amazon.com…in just a few days, our living room will be morphed into the current practice studio of Gillianasana. Can I get a WOOHOO?!!!!!!!!!!!
On the way home I stopped at the Euro store – like a dollar store, everything is one euro, and I frequent it as only a good college student can. My purchases were so amusingly random that I just had to take a picture:
That would be a Diet Coke (because they taste SO much better here and I’ve been craving them lately); a bowl for oatmeal (I’m picky, and these shallow and wide bowls in the apartment just won’t do); a knife (because the ones on the apartment suck and I’m sick of trying to slice an apple with a pathetic excuse for serrated butter knife), a cup of pear sauce and apple-blueberry sauce, because they looked interesting and applesauce is one of my favorite oat add-ins. The cashier probably thought I was crazy. But hey, she works in the euro store. Tit for tat, people.
I came home and wasn’t particularly hungry but I knew if I didn’t eat I would turn into a bottomless pit, so I made the Gillianasana special – aka, take whatever food I have left in the fridge and throw it in a pan with some olive oil and garlic. Tonight’s was garlic, tomatoes, the rest of zucchini and a couple of egg whites (I’m not a big fan of yolk, the flavor just doesn’t do it for me) and threw it on top of the lettuce that I am trying to get rid of.
It looks…well, let’s be honest, it looks like cat vomit on a bed of lettuce, but it tasted pretty decent. Balsamic vinegar and garlic is kind of my go-to cure-all for shady recipes. If anyone wants to donate to the “Gillian needs to make prettier dinners Cookbook”, feel free. It won’t be like this every night, I fully intend to use my cooking class skills to my full advantage. In fact, I have some penne da farro (penne made from spelt flour) just dying to be taste-tested…
On the docket for tomorrow is class, oatmeal, and a shopping trip to Mercato Centrale and the stalls around it – I’m a woman in search of fresh food, a change purse, and a Florence sweatshirt, and I will NOT be stopped!