Today I went out to buy mosquito repellant and laundry detergant and instead came back with cauliflower and onions.
This task, on one of my infamous lists, was one that I was really hoping to cross off. Every day without repellent, I increasingly undergo metamorphosis, turning into a child with chicken pocks. Yet, my numerous attempts to find this product at grocery stores around town had failed.
Today was another failure. I had forgotten about the custom of closing for the "siesta" hours of 13:00- 16:00. Closing in the afternoon is a decreasingly common practice in Italy, but it still prevalent in some of Rome's traditional neighborhoods. I could have sworn though that this particular store, one that I pass at lease once if not twice a day, had always been open in the afternoon. That is the thing about signs and store hours in Italy however: they are not fixed.
It is times like this though, staring incredulously at the closed store with a new sign, when living in Italy reminds me of life's lessons: You can set out with one goal in mind determined to achieve it and end up instead accomplishing something entirely different.
I like this somewhat humbling reminder that personal desire for something is not the sole factor in making the world turn. In fact, it is often a small piece in how certain events unfold. Circumstances will be what they are, and you can get angry and upset that your plan is foiled, or you can say, "Oh well. I'll make the best of it," and go home with cauliflower and onions.