This continent is too expensive

I'm dirt poor.

Things I can't "splurge" on in Italy on my cool new budget:

1. Spontaneous therapeutic trips to H&M
2. A ricarica card for my stupid nugget phone. For all you non-Italians out there (I'm Italian now) - and because I have reason to believe my mistress George Clooney reads my blog - that means I can't even call my friends to tell them how poor I am and request they take me under their financial wing(s). Oh wait! They're dirt poor too! I don't care, I love my peasant family
3. Food. I don't care what people say, money always > health
4. Apparently I can't splurge on heating. My apartment is currently 17.5ºC. I have no idea what that is in American, but it is cold!
5. Fun

Things I apparently can splurge on on my cool new budget:

1. Madrid

On a positive note, I am getting pretty good at resisting anything that requires spending. Last year, anytime I came across this or this or even this, my greasy little irresponsibility-ridden fingers would be immediately fondling my wallet. Today, for example, my dear and equally-penniless friend Mallory and I were scraping the bottoms of our backpacks and purses on a desperate search for 50 cents. This is all very premature though, people. I don't need any singing Congratulations! cards yet, I have only been back in Bologna for a mere 11 days.

P.S. There's been a development. According to my bff Google, 17.5ºC is 63.5ºF.  I think it's time I learned how to use my appliances.

If you watch Real Madrid games on television, aka if you're cool enough to live in a part of the world that gets GolTV, look for me at the Mallorca game this Sunday. I will be naked and body surfing all the way into Iker Casillas' tight baby blue shorts. Cheers.