On a break from work after a while. In Sicily for the week with my partner and her family. The weather is much better than England and the food as well. It’s crazy to think my partner grew up here. It’s a place I think my family would think is paradise. I wonder what people here think. Does paradise remain if you see it everyday. I imagine like everywhere it has its problems. Cracks in the sidewalk and potholes. But the sea and the sun are so nice.
It’s also nice I won’t be working during the break. Which is something I haven’t done since the start of the phd. I am not sure why. Always deadlines during my breaks.
We will see if I am more rested to finish everything when I get back using this method.
And how what I write about changes. Less about work and finding the food in things.
Today I will also attempt to get a haircut, but with my Italian I can barely communicate so we will see how it goes. I imagine it will be a little tough, some people here have never met an Americano.
It’s also nice I won’t be working during the break. Which is something I haven’t done since the start of the phd. I am not sure why. Always deadlines during my breaks.
We will see if I am more rested to finish everything when I get back using this method.
And how what I write about changes. Less about work and finding the food in things.
Today I will also attempt to get a haircut, but with my Italian I can barely communicate so we will see how it goes. I imagine it will be a little tough, some people here have never met an Americano.