Sleeping and eating

Right now I'm staying at a Swedish colleague's place, gratefully sleeping on the couch. On Monday I'm moving to a flat in the Piramide area, where I'm going to live with yet another colleague (Australian this time). The place we're going to rent is huge, and although it's a bit pricey for my pitiful budget it's still dead cheap in Rome standards. I've got a place and a roomie, woohoo!

Everything here is ridiculously expensive, and the rents are the worst. The coffee is cheap though. I have to restrain myself from drinking ten espressos a day cause they're so good. The food is quite expensive too, I mean 5 euros for a dull pizza with nothing on? I long to have my own place where I can cook - and most importantly - eat a proper breakfast. For the time being let's just say that eating in Italy is always a gastronomical adventure, of the disappointing kind.

If you want a complete description of my life down in Rome I can give it to you in three words: hungry (no breakfast, long hours, weird expensive food!), tired (I'm grateful for the couch but I'm not saying it's the excessively comfortable type, plus being Rome automatically exhausts you) confused (I don't really know where I live! I don't understand half of what's going on at work! I can't speak Italian!).  Hungry, tired and confused as I am I'm still blown away by the kindness of strangers here. Everyone is actually nice and helpful! Italy, I'm beginning to find out, is like France but nicer. Why wasn't I been told about this before, did I miss an important memo? And the warm weather, aah don't get me started! If it weren't for the fact that I'm sequestered indoors all day I'd be on holiday!

Ciao ciao