Organizing is so much fun! I don't care if I sound dorky/middle-aged-womanly, I love to clean. Plus you find all sorts of useful or nostalgic stuff in the process, which is an added bonus.
Last weekend Claudio and I went to a nearby island called San Simon. It used to be sorts of sordid things: a jail, concentration camp, holding place for people with contagious diseases. But now it's just a tranquil touristy island with museum exhibits inside the abandoned buildings. We were totally the only young people there, aside from the kids whose grandparents dragged them along. The ferry ride was free, but I'd like to go back next year on a canoe :)
I've noticed that my circle of friends is diminishing. There's only a handful of people I really care about or keep in touch with. That's normal though, right? Whatevs, I tried my best and I'm at a point in my life where I stopped caring about a lot of stuff.
