Sunday...

It has literally turned to fall over night. The weather is now cool and breezy and crisp and all the reasons I love this time of year. Sunday feels like Sunday anywhere in the world. There is a calm in the air, a lazy feel, a day you want to just be comfortable and with someone you love. We woke up slowly, had our cappuccinos at a local bar and sat in the park, bundled in cool-weather clothes. We read Italian and observed the way everyone else moved slowly and had the same lazy presense that we did. We hand washed our clothes, which was much harder than it sounds. It actually took a good 2 hours to finish. We worked in shifts, and I ran to the store when it was Seans turn and got us lunch. It felt like any other Sunday, just a million miles from home. It is obvious we are slowly establishing this foriegn land as home. It is becoming less foriegn.