Having just awoken from my afternoon nap I've suddenly remembered a curious thing. In Italian law a scontrino or receipt must be given out for anything you buy. So that means this morning when I bought some delicious biscottini with apricot jam a receipt was pointedly placed on the counter even though a whole 100g was demolished in no time at all. Yesterday I even got a receipt with my apple. Good to know that if I find a worm in it I could take it back, proudly presenting my proof of purchase.
These past couple of days have been very pleasant. I've been wondering around with one of the interns, Johnny, who I'm sharing an apartment with until my one becomes free on Giudecca. This is his first time in Europe, let alone Venice, so he's constantly alerting me to how much it differs from his home town of New York city and of course there's the usual banter about how differently we both speak English.
So far we haven't strayed too far from Dorsoduro, which is the southern part of the island where you'll find the Guggenheim. Surprisingly it's not too crowded and it's so nice to wander through deserted squares (which in Venice are called campi rather than piazze) and drop in to the local enoteca to pick up a panino which is made right in front of you with fresh ingredients. It's delicious.
Tonight we're having salad and preparing for orientation day tomorrow by knuckling down for some reading of the Interns resource pack with the monstrous creation that is half chicken/half Vanessa that my wife gave me as a leaving present, Gertrude.
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