Sunday

Sunday in Perugia is very quiet. Sure, there are people out and about, but everything except a couple of coffee bars and trattorias are closed. My hostel has a 9-5 lockout, I think they run an office out of this building during office hours. That's 8 hours to spend in a city where nothing is open! Plus, Perugia is built on top of a mountain, so the altitude makes it chilly and the strong wind whips right through my nylon jacket. So, this morning I bundled up with every warm thing I had in my backpack and set out for the day (thank god I didn't throw out my gloves, scarf, and hat in Roma!)
I walked around the city, and that's no small feat because there are a lot of steep staircases leading from one place to the next (and we wonder why the Italians are so fit). I played amature photographer again, I also ate all my meals in cozy warm cafes*, and sat in piazza IV November reading my book and writing in my journal.

It was a wonderful day actually, but by the time 5 o'clock rolled around I was ready to get back to the warmth of my hostel.

*Normally I go to the grocery store for 2 out of 3 meals of the day. But because my hostel was so inexpensive and because I couldn't spend money on anything else today (seeing as nothing is open), I splurged on my meals.