Day 4 (No, seriously, I thought I was supposed to be doing work)

Friday, June 24
    Repeat of Wednesday. Except Angi slept in and then watched cartoons, which meant that I could sleep in and then... sleep in some more. Around noon, Margherita picked us up and took us over to the club for lunch and pool related things. I really need to take more fotografie, especially of the food, but the country club people would think I was nuts if I whipped out my camera... it's quite a fine establishment.
    From 13:00-15:00 (1-3 pm, Americans, get with the program), children under 12 are only permitted in the tiny pool down the hill (and stairs) and hidden away behind some trees. The rather large pool is reserved for some kind of grown-up swimming lesson or practice, where the coach is a nice looking young man who stands at the edge of the pool and never gets in. So that's nice. There are about a dozen people in the class, with only one or two women. Also, all the men wear tiny Speedo costumi (swimming suits). Did I mention that already? No? Well they do. And they wear them well. After swimming practice, they all get out of the pool and stand around chatting in their Speedos. And most of them have plush, comfy looking robes they slip on, or a normal to small sized towel they wrap around their waists as they TAKE OFF THEIR SWIMMING SUITS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CLUB!!! What the WHAT??!?! There are locker rooms like 10 meters away!* It's just, like, what is this, some kind of country where people have no morals and walk around half naked all the time?!?!                     And the WOMEN! Certain people** in the states would pass out if they saw what these women were wearing at the pool. In plain sight of fully grown men and small children, no less!
     Anyway, after a long afternoon at the pool, we made it home and I did some reading and map studying while Francesca packed... for their 5 day trip to Sardinia, leaving TOMORROW MORNING! Ummm, what am I supposed to do in their apartment? in Rome? for five days? by myself?? AHHH!!!

Baci di Roma!!

    *I really have no idea how long a meter is, how long 10 meters are, or where the locker rooms are actually located. I only know there ARE locker rooms because occasionally a man will join his family on the lawn in a fancy suit, fresh from the office, then disappear into the building for approximately 2.5 minutes, and return wearing... wait for it.... a SPEEDO. But that's neither here nor there, and not the point of the anecdote. Also, meter vs. metre: which one is longer? or is it like that optical illusion where one looks longer, but they are really just the same size?
    **By certain people, I mean everyone. Like, even you.