It then deteriorated when I found that the museum I wanted to go to was closed, and the tube line I was close to didn't go to the other museum I wanted to go to... and it was pouring with rain. I decided just to try to get some lunch, but despite this city having a great reputation for food I walked for more than half an hour without finding anything except chains and dives. When I was soaked to the skin and about to give up I thankfully came across a very nice Italian restaurant and warmed up while I waited for my rigatone with wild mushrooms and tomato sauce (which was delicious).
I couldn't face the ride home so I took the bike on the tube (so civilised!).
But the evening was wonderful - one of my hosts made pumpkin miso soup, rice and black-bean-kale-and-garlic stew for dinner, which was followed by birthday brownies (complete with candles). Then we went to the "liquor store" (which prompted a discussion about why
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So what are you, Fran? An ISTJ or an ENFP?
can't you guess?!
(i think i'm esfj - the worst one - the nice person people like to have around but who has no vision and never really achieves anything. apparently i'd make a good homemaker)
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