The 'Giorno'.

It is such a strange feeling to wake up at 6 in the morning and begin the day with the shittiest attitude. 6 in the morning, when the sun hasn't even risen yet and when the morning dew has barely settled. It started out so shitty because my roommates and I missed our train to Milan. I guess if there is one thing I believe in religiously (aside from my fashion magazines, of course) is Karma. Karma, you son-of-a-bitch! You always know how to bite me in the ass when I least expect it! My go-where-the-wind-takes-me attitude is the reason why I did not know our bus left from the main train station outside the city walls instead of the main bus stop at the Gramsci bus stop, and since the next bus arrives 4 hours later, we are forced to wait patiently (or impatiently) until 11:45, which means we will not arrive until 4. I guess that's a good time for a 'pasta' (which means pastries like croissants and little bites of heaven with nutella) and a cappuccino. Oh, and I haven't booked a hostel yet. heeeeee.

Agitated by everything around me, I quickly take my routine morning shower, grab my book, and head out to the nearest caffe near my residence. This time, it is a place called A. Nannini. Not the official Giovanni Nannini family pastry house, but the wannabe that attracts half the customers. Is it weird to love being by myself? To find joy from within? Does that mean I love myself? Or does it mean I don't enjoy the company of others? Maybe it means I've matured, or maybe it means I have not.. Anyway, I order this insanely amazing croissant filled with chocolate and honey pudding and smothered in frozen nutella, and cappuccino (of course) with 2 packs of brown dolci (it's weird how I hate coffee so much in the States but develop a strong addiction in foreign countries). A small group of high school kids with their black jackets and messenger bags give me a curious look as I sit by myself in the corner of the caffe and disappear behind my American book.

Gilbert, the author of my book, gives me hope that I will be able to find belief, hope, and pleasure during my stay in Siena. Her words brighten up my gray morning and 3 hours later, I walk out of A. Nannini with an uncontrollable smile on my face and starring at the sun creeping up from behind the beautiful medieval buildings. The sky is now bright blue. It's just so pretty here, I can't help but smile. I know I must look really out of place because of my height, hair, face, and awkward smile to myself, but it's a literal meaning of 'uncontrollable'. Do I really have to leave a few months from now?