ugh, am so depressed now. the magically free yoga course i was going to take is actually not all that free after all. obviously. only the first session is free. is cold and am not going to walk all the way to the yoga studio in this drizzle to take one yoga course in my pajama bottoms when know will not be returning because do not have 200euro to shell out to some dude in a robe. will just do stretches on the floor or something. there goes my independent night. was so excited that i had found an activity. on tues and thurs FL plays basketball with his boys, which is wonderful, but leaves me with nothing to do. have no job, no friends, no money, no mode of transportation, nowhere to go if i did as no friends or money, no real kitchen to cook in or house to call my own, no books to read or records to play, no tennis shoes to jog in, nothing. must remain strong and know that all will fall into place if it is meant to and full-life-for-self is not going to magically appear over night. patience and time. but feeling a bit lost. maybe will cook coq au vin and watch The Pianist.
on a positive note, had a wonderful night last night. was date night, and i spent all of yesterday pouring over a local travel guide to the restaurants, trying to find a great, very friulian one that we had never eaten at before. got all dressed up and went to porchis for a cocktail, where the whole gang gave their two cents as to our gastronomical destination. Nadia, the beautiful blond proprietress with the beautiful blond baby, suggested a place in gorizia where there was both yummy sea food, a good house wine, and steak for the boy. after a glass of sauvignon and lots of kisses on the baby, FL and i departed (to the amusement of everyone because by this time it was 10pm, but we assured them that we always eat this late). the restaurant was lovely, but very posh and the portions were way to small for our neverending tummies. it was agreed, after our plate of sauris ham and pomegranate marmelade, filet of swordfish and perfectly executed prime rib, that in about an hour we would need a snack. went to a local pub and shot the shit for a while, which is always so much fun, as our language barrier has made it possible to very slowly get to know each other. this way, there is always a chldhood story or interesting fact that we had never shared. last night was The Night of Q, in which i detailed my little sister, her strange eating habits, her aversion to physical contact and how, for some unexplained reason, she speaks in ebonics. rounded it all up by recounting the story of the chicken pot pie. i made it sound much more grusome than it was, adding that still to this day you can see a slightly crinkled burn scar on her precious cheek.
anyway, an hour was killed, and we went to the local kbob shop. gorged ourselves on late night turkish food and rambled home, almost full and perfectly sleepy.
ooh! just found that ina garten has a coq au vin recipe! will try that. oh, and saturday we're going on mini break to Carnia, in the alps, to eat ham and maybe ski! probobly wont, actually, as is october, so probobly will just drink grappa by the fireplace. but will be wonderful and pre winter wonderlandy.