What a Sunday

I don’t recall ever having such a lazy, slow, relaxing, do-nothing Sunday. But that’s what I did a few days ago.

I must have been influenced by the inertia of our receptionist at la portineria (concierge). Each time I see her, she would shake her head, pull her top, make a fanning gesture with her hand and say, ‘’fa troppo caldo’’. Sometimes she would just stretch herself out on the sofa and say the same thing, as if the scorching heat has robbed her of any energy or will to move.

So, last Sunday, it was a day of laundry, and fare la belleza (beauty routine), and some writing, all in slow motion, at the residence. Staying at home was also the best way to avoid spending money.

And what luxury – to be able to take care of my face – first I did a scrub, and then a mask, at a leisurely pace too. Not to mention painting my toe nails, unhurriedly and with great care, while chatting with my roommate.

Back home my friends were probably in Bintan, Batam, Phuket, Samui or some nearby resort for the long weekend, or simply watching the National Day Parade on TV.

I was happily trying to improvise. The laundry dried beautifully in the August Tuscan sun. In no time, I had to hunt around for an iron. La portinieria has only one tiny travel iron to lend us. And no ironing board.

So, I had to use my bed instead. Ecco come ho passato la domenica!