Almost home. Sitting in nice hotel in Taipei now. Final (8.5. hour) plane goes tomorrow night for bright and early arrival in Brisbane Sunday morning… can’t wait to be home.
I’m feeling grumpy right now, and rather ill. All italians (and Germans and Swiss, to a *slightly* lesser extent) eat is PASTRY and PASTA. My system cannot handle such stuff. Where are the vegetables? People say italian food is so great becuase the veggies are mixed in there with the pasta, but I beg to differ. The proportion of veg to pasta is very, very, small. And heaven forbid you should actually want to find a decent fresh salad.
Excuse my bad temper, but I have barley slept in over a day, my stomach twists and grumbles within me, I feel flabby and squashy and bottom-heavy, and my skin is breaking out as if I were 15 again.
It must be the bread products. I can’t think of anything else.
Consequently, I have made many resolutions while on this trip, the greatest of which is to seriously re-assess my eating habits as soon as I get home. I was feeling pretty good my last year in Boston, but since coming to Oz my state of well-being has gone rather downhill, despite being outdoors a lot more and exercising as much (or, I should say, exercising no less) than I had previously. I can only think that it is the food, since it is rather more difficult to find quality eats here and my eating habits have thus deteriorated to some degree.
Wheat has got to go. I refuse to continue being 15 and ugly and I am certainly dead sick of feeling queasy all the time. Sometimes I wonder if I should go have a battery of food-allergy tests done. But it’s so frigging expensive.
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Anyway, on a brighter note, Zaubi bought me an original Steiff stuffed horse in Munich. (Yes, I still like stuffed animals!) I have named him Mercurio. He’s cute.
