My weekend? No?

Finally home from our little trip to Porto Paolo. We had gone to our second home there. Sweet, right? No, not at all. We ended up staying at Evelina's sisters' home and just.. Yeah. We were there to pick olives. Okay, cool. It was fun for about the first half of the first day and all of a sudden: bam! I got bored. I was bored for three days staight just picking olives. Not fun at all, especially since it gave my mind way too much free time to think about things and people. Not fun at all. Hell I barely even spoke because I didn't know anyone there really. They all spoke Italian and yet... No one bothers to try getting me to speak, I tried to at least once.. twice, a nice few times, but no one really wanted to speak with me. Kind of sad really. Even more so is that everyone was just all so "olives, olives, olives! Gotta pick olives!" Well except Bintu. I think she hated this more than I did. Yeah, I'm very sure she did. Anyways, that was my whole four day weekend. I know there is to- yeah not really today. No today is filled with homework. And more homework. Oh, yes, did I mention homework? I have a nice bit to do. Time to bring out the google translator!