Stairs Are Popular Here

My roommate Chelsea said, "Stairs are popular here."

When I found out where our apartment was it said, "1st floor", but lugging my 60-70 pound up 4 flights of 7 stair sets in switchbacks like in cross country, I thought, "Fuck this". First floor my ass. Up and up and up. In the Ufizzi, stairs upon stairs. To our classroom, stairs and more stairs. It was the American sloth in me that despised those stairs, but it's just another part of Italy that makes it unique and worthy of notice. Italians take their time, stairs take time, and I can't help but think America would be very different if more people took the stairs.

With each stair I run my fingers along the railing heaving my heavy pasta and nutella donut filled body swaying with the weight of my laptop hanging of my sore shoulder, but see, I can remember the feeling. In MV I can't remember shit. I can't remember what I had for dinner, what my boyfriend tells me, what I need to do later on, etc. I am sure the different surroundings imprint on my mind more so than the monotonous way of life in MV. But, that's my choice. In MV I choose not to enrich each day with new experiences. When I leave I hope to take the ability to be present in each moment like how it was in Firenze.