I was just completely overwhelmed…
with the need for Mexican food. And when I say need, I mean NEED. It was debilitating. Truly. My mind became all fuzzy and wishy-washy, and I lost all focus. Completely overwhelmed. And this was not the first time this has happened. It happens frequently in the Square, but that just means my burrito quota for the week hasn’t been met and I hurry my booty to one of the 4 (5?) burrito places, usually picking the closest…or Chipotle.
But this was different. I didn’t want the fast food variety. I wanted warm tortilla chips and fresh guac. Meat, rice and cheese wrapped in tortilla-ey fatty goodness. My need was deep and real.
I settled for kebab, after realizing the one Mexican joint I could find out about was hella far, and I have a final to “study” for and, well, kebab is some sort of meat in a wrap like formation, so it helped the burrito yearning to subside.
This post could just as easily be titled “An American Girl needs to get home.” I return to the Mid-Atlantic in six days, and I hate to say that I am so ready for it. Because I’ve always wanted to live in Italy, and I don’t feel like I took advantage of it. Last weekend in Rome made me wonder whether I was just in the wrong city in Italia. I don’t know. I just feel something was missing from this experience. But who knows. Someone back home asked me whether I thought I had changed. And I have no idea. Because I live with myself everyday. And many of my friends here didn’t know me before, or have seen me everyday and can’t quantify any change, so I have no idea. We’ll just have to wait and see.
Still, I have a sixth of this Venetian life left, and I need to live it for all it’s worth. On the list of things between me and BWI is a 8 pg Comparative Lit paper on the portraits of women in Medieval Spanish Literature (I did this to myself, so I have no one else to blame), a trip to H&M: Venice, gift shopping or crying at my bank account because the only gifts I can accord are Air Italia peanuts, a bellini at the original bellini place, beach, beach, and beach.
6 Days until Chipotle, and whatever comes next.
Until then,
~Antonia
3 years ago • Notes