i'm becoming a real person!

(in all the good ways)

joining a gym has been maybe the best thing i could have done for myself here. a) it adds a great deal of entertainment to my life.  each time i go to the gym, it's just funny. italian women don't really work out, they just seem to go along with their boyfriend/husband so that they can make out as they switch cardio machines every 10 minutes.  due to the cardio-machine-switching slash lack-of-exerting-energy, they don't really get sweaty or red in the face at all. i, however, become red like a tomato and am dripping with sweat (yum!) which confuses everyone. i get lots of hilarious stares.  ALSO! the constant pound-to-kilogram conversions going on in my head continue to get mixed up which means i'm sure i always look retarded when i have to keep switching weights because i have no idea how much i'm trying to lift.

i really wish i could take pictures of the gym, but i'm not totally sure i want to become THAT girl. maybe on my very last visit i'll take some snapshots -- all the machine instructions are in italian and it's so funny! (i don't know why it's funny, of course they're in italian)

b) i'm developing a routine of going to the gym that makes me feel like i am a real person (as in an alive human being, not a grown-up.....ew).  it's really nice to have afternoons that aren't centered solely around checking my email.

having this thing that i do near my apartment on an increasingly regular basis is really making it feel like home here. it's crazy how something like a gym can just do that... and i've only been a member for 3 days!

that's all. WOOOO endorphins!

on the agenda for tomorrow night: bowling in slovenia!

xo