Passing time, Jetlagged

Now that I'm sitting at my computer in Bologna, with translations to do and Italian in my head, it's very strange to think that just a few days ago I was at home in Cambridge.



I never seem to get over the disorientation that comes from passing from one country to the other, maybe because it's not just a change in culture and surroundings: there's the big difference between enjoying your mom's cooking and being a self-sufficient semi-grownup. Since my "grown-up" life takes place in Bologna, it's certainly not possible to have both.



And then there's the foggy Bologna weather, which is a bit different from this:



And this:



And the comfort of family.



But that I'm here there are upcoming weddings to look forward to (one of which I'll be an official witness to!), various visitors, new places to go, tortellini . . . So it appears that family (and good food) are quite present in Bologna; just in a different way. I just have to realign myself. Before long I'll be wondering why I was so disoriented.