No stores open to stress myself over what to buy, no activity occurring but socializing over food and drink in the piazza. Yet, I somehow feel anxious. I need a plan, I need a schedule. To be unbusy makes me nervous. Today is like a vacation, a day I dream for when I am sitting in class, sleep deprived and overwhelmed. It makes no sense, but I imagine there is something missing. I continue to sit in the piazza and scrunch my forehead, searching for what I must have overlooked. I am forgetting to do something, go somewhere, see someone. Relaxing is not relaxing to me. I feel nervous and anxious without viable reason. It is only the third day of our four day weekend. I am accustomed to living in a world of fast moving traffic, through wide, busy streets. There, sitting at a restaurant's table two hours past eating your last nibble of food is thought rude. I am clueless how to act in a town where rushing is thought unneccessary. |
A dark, quiet walkway in Cagli on a Sunday afternoon. |
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The "wallsitters" bench empty (a rare occurrance on a Sunday). |
Maybe this laid back lifestyle will be forced upon me, but I would then fear returning to the U.S. There, "lazy," as the mentality of Cagli would be called, has consequences. Maybe the whole U.S. needs a trip here. As I step into Caffè d'Italia, I am greeted with a "Ciao" and a smile. As I order a cappuccino, I think, life here seems more enjoyed for the simple things, things I sometimes forget at home. |
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Caffe Saccaria, a popular place to relax on a Sunday. |
created by Julie Dise | |||