Today, we all helped furnish a house so that it was ready for people to stay in next week. I never thought that setting up flatpack furniture could be so painful, but after a whole day I was exhausted. “Don’t screw the A hole” was one of many inane innuendos that were spouted during this time, sometimes intentionally, others not.
Afterwards, we headed to the piazza, where we hung around and played sports. I discovered I could in fact use a hula hoop, although was apparently performing forward thrusts instead of following the traditional, swaying hips technique. We then had the opportunity to try horse meat sandwiches, a local custom. It was fine, but not so different in flavour from beef, and more chewy.