Sunday, my head still hurt. That’s day 4 if you’re keeping track. But we needed groceries and since this apartment has no freakin’ couch, we decided to get out for awhile. Over here, they don’t have Home Depots or Lowe’s. Or Target or WalMart, for that matter. But they do have a sort of hardware/home store called Brico. Paul has been there before, to buy tools for work, so we took a quick walk through it. It wasn’t anything too strange, other than everything here is so small and basic. But they did have these chop saws that double as table saws! I had to take a picture, mostly because I knew I’d need something to blog about! And I’m talking, like a 6 inch blade with maybe a foot square table top. They weren’t very big. But I found them interesting.

We also walked around Decathlon, the sports store here. It’s probably the biggest store (both chain wise and actual content size) I’ve seen over here. They have everything for the outdoors. Pretty much every sport you can think of, they have a comprehensive selection, from equestrian to scuba to dance. Of course Paul shops there a lot. One, because it’s got a lot of stuff, and two, because it actually carries “American sized” clothes. We easily wear a 4 or 5x here. And that’s hard to find. Italians’ idea of an XL is an American small. At best. So anyway, Decathlon has shoes and clothes and backpacks and everything else.

But that also means it is freakin’ packed on the weekends, especially with little brats running rampant. Italians are even worse than Americans at making kids behave in public. In America, you at least get “don’t make me count to 80” but here, you don’t even get that. You get nothing. Parents just let their kids run off, or into the road, or down the street without a second thought. Which is really effing great when you’re driving down said road.

After our ridiculously crowded adventure at Decathlon, we hit up the grocery store, which was so much emptier and quieter, and then headed home again. Because my head was done. Again. Still.