chaos

I learned a new word in Italian today, but am unable to spell it. Roughly translated, it's something like "coming and going like a wh*rehouse, with all kinds of noise and action." And that perfectly describes the lane in which I attempted to swim today. There were about eight other people in my lane, give or take, with no apparent rhythm to what the group was doing (I imagine they might have been independently swimming, but some might also have been following each other by stroke). So I don't even know how much I swam. Maybe 1000? Barely.
And then the changerooms were so artfully designed (i.e., no signs) that I couldn't find the toilets. And I was too shy to ask the other women there. But the guards were professional, and looked attentive. . . which is a little more than I usually get. I'll be back tomorrow at a different time to see if I can avoid the "wh*rehouse" effect and get a proper workout in.
Did the core, though. And walked around a bit, checked out the local park. Last night, we had a traditional Italian dinner, complete with everyone yelling across the table at each other (including due noni, two grandmothers), and everyone talking through the blessing. Perfetto.