Even though I’m now fluent in Italian, I still find myself in situations in which I don’t know what’s going on. Yesterday, I went jogging then stopped by Francesca’s grandma’s because we had plans to go to the market. She looked panicked upon seeing me and sent me to her room. So I’m sitting on her bed in the dark by myself wondering what the heck is going on. Then she comes in and gives me some clothes of hers to change into. I was still sweating from my run and she was concerned that I would die. So I left her place wearing a black sports bra, white crocheted top and purple shorts. I’m not really sure how I would describe this look, but it’s an attention-getter.