Sunday afternoon we went to the Botanic Garden. The weather was absolutely gorgeous, and it’s the first time I have ever taken Andrew there. As with everything else, I had wanted his first introduction to it to be during the summer, where all the trees and flowers are in bloom. With everything being dead and withered, there really was not much botanic about that garden, but I guess somebody decided we can’t have life and summer and happiness all year round.

Andrew was pretty excited about the gigantic greenhouse, which, I have to admit, IS pretty cool. And huge.

After our massively long walk (3,7 miles!) we went home and I wrote my Biology report. Five pages, baby, with awesome pictures and illustrations to boot. Let it be known that I hate Biology with a fiery passion. The same with Physics. The only science-y class that I can handle… sort of, is Chemistry, which I finished last year (and got a pretty bad grade). No hard feelings, Chemistry, I know now that the feelings weren’t mutual. Guess I had to learn it the hard and humiliating way in front of two teachers.

Andrew is going home on Monday, which is killing me little by little each day. I can’t wait till the day where we can be together all the time. I even dreamt about it last night. I dreamt that I decided to pack up and just go already, enough with all this dilly dally. I only brought a small bag, because I did not feel like I needed anything really. Just my heart, who happens to live in New York. I also dreamt that I was a member of a mob family. Any psychology majors willing to tell me what the EFF that means?

I have been working on this project that I am incredibly excited about. It is going to be so great, and I just have a good feeling in my stomach about it, like I was meant to do this. Get your excite on, I think you will like it!

Here is part deux in the tale of Sofie and Andrew’s day (and night) out on the town. We obviously lead very exciting lives.

The sour before the sweet; my doctor’s appointment, which was what landed us in the heart/center of the city in the first place. We got to the clinic forty minutes early and decided to hit the bakery next door, as the smell and look of Spring put us in a celebratory mood. And made us hungry.

Doctor’s appointment went fine; doctor was happy, so I was happy. I was then sent to the laboratory across town to have my blood sucked (have a blood test done), which I am so used to doing now that I did not mind. Except if it’s the finger needle; that shit hurts.

After this we were free to enjoy ourselves (and the beautiful weather). Life was good. We walked around for a couple of hours and the feeling of Spring made me feel like I never wanted to go home.

Andrew suggested that we go to Mama Rosa’s, and this time we actually ended up in the right place. Holy shit.

We finished our delicious dinner off with a delicious and a less than delicious dessert:

My dessert, which was just swell, served on a UFO-looking plate. Pretty sure Andrew was more than just a little bit jealous.

Andrew’s “cheesecake”, which we are both quite convinced was actually tiramisu. The waiter kept insisting otherwise (that conversation was pretty awkward), but you know what they say; if it looks, tastes, smells and has the same ingredients as tiramisu…

And that concludes the tale. Important lesson learned: If every fiber of your being thinks you are eating tiramisu, you are actually eating Italian cheesecake. Square Italian cheesecake.