I feel like I've been running in sand lately ... if I were to measure the level of effort requiredversus the distance achieved. My cold has gone on and on; a milder cold becoming a second more exhausting cold. Silvia got me checked by a doctor and my chest is clear however ... rest was required and I was unable to rest.
I've reached Saturday and I'm shattered but there is much to be done. These last few weeks have been more about putting out fires, as one thing after another came knocking on my door. I probably just need to sit down and make plans, now that the coughing has finally calmed itself down. I just need to sit down, actually.
In good news, I've continued to meet good people, and have smaller, but still excellent, adventures.
I'm enjoying teaching English but I miss my photography. My students are lovely. They're clever and interesting, and they blow my mind some days. And my knowledge of Genova has increased hugely, as I've raced all over it lately.
I am becoming fluent in 'bus', although still far from perfect. And better at knowing when to include my umbrella because it might rain. I have all I require for breakfast. I'm less good at lunch, and dinner but getting there.
Sitting here, I was awake just after 6am on this rainy Saturday, I'm realising it's been a year of making-do. Photographs of my London life have been coming up on my 'year ago today' Facebook timeline.
And I can do 'making do' but will confess that I wouldn't mind a week or two in a hammock some place simple where everything works ... :-)