Last night, we all stayed out very late dancing and had a blast, so when I woke up this morning, I wasn't exactly ready to go anywhere. But, I had made plans to have lunch with Antonella, Alessandro, Andrea and Arianna at their house in Bagno a Ripoli so of course, I still went. When I got there, we chatted for a while and they told me the story about how their cat Spotty, had been scraped by a car yesterday. Thankfully, he was alright but had to go to the vet for a look-see. The car had swiped him in the face, so his little lip was bloody and he had a broken tooth. Poor thing! Arianna was treating him like her teeny baby, rubbing him and giving him little bits of food and medicine. Soooo cute.
We sat at the table for 3 hours and ate way too much. We started with olives and chilled salmon and another type of fish. For our first course, we ate a delicious risotto with little pieces of clams. I don't usually like clams, but I really liked this risotto. Then, we had fried bakala, french fries and fried artichokes. Yes, everything was fried. I thought I was going to choke on grease. Obviously it was all delicious, but I couldn't believe she made frying the food the theme of lunch! When she heard me comment, "Wow, we're all fried today!," she asked if I also wanted a salad, which I happily accepted in addition. For dessert, we had fruit and tea and little cookies that were fabulous.
I spent lots of time filling them in on family dynamics back in the States. They were 2 years behind in information because my grandmother used to call and tell them everything, so they were very intrigued by all that our family has been up to. They also graciously invited my Dad and I to a huge Easter feast at Alberto and Maria's house. I was hoping they would because I had heard about it (but played dumb) and was dying to get invited. My Dad is going to absolutely love it. Aunt Gail told me that it's a lunch/dinner that starts at noonish and goes one course after another until 7 pm. We're going to die, but it's going to be great to spend that kind of time with the family.
Anyway, I left their house at 6 and got home around 7 and Maria Pia made me dinner. Ugh. Too much food; it never ends. Tomorrow Aunt Gail and Uncle Ellis are taking me out to dinner and on Wednesday, I'm taking my friend Zach out to dinner. Here's the story on Zach. Last night, we were in Cafe Bigallo and I rounded the corner to get back to my table from the bathroom. Who is sitting at the table across from mine?!!! Zach, one of my best friends from my first year at Salve. I can't even tell you how excited I was to see him. I got the most amazing rush of excitement, probably because he knew all about my transferring before anyone else and always tried to keep my spirits up when I was unhappy at Salve. I hadn't seen him since the end of freshman year when I left, and he was supposed to be transferring as well. He never got around to it and informed that I made a very smart move because he now hates it there. That's too bad. He always made me so happy because he's such a nut. So anyway, I must have more time to catch up with him and that's why I'm going out to a millionith dinner on Wednesday. It should be great!
I'm currently in search of a used bike. I need exercise and I'm sick of taking the bus. Right now, I'm going to look at some ads and see what I can find. School tomorrow. Buona notte!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Dave Matthews in Padua
Ciao everyone!
Last night, we went to the Dave Matthews concert in Padua, which is up near Venice. We amazingly purchased the tickets this past Saturday, so everything fell together very quickly. Me, Maggie and Kevin met the Florence for Fun travel agency at 5 pm at the train station. Then, we and 40 other kids boarded the bus for our 3 hour trip! Kevin and Maggie had picked up some delicious Chinese food, and Maria Pia had packed me a sandwich, so we had plenty to eat. We also brought along champagne and beer for the concert, since we knew they wouldn't check our bags. Good way to save money :)
On the bus, we met some cool kids that were sitting behind us. Their names were Jordan and Tasha and they're studying here for a semester. We played games and kept ourselves entertained with them for the whole ride.
We arrived at the concert about 15 minutes before it started, so that was perfect timing. The venue was great. It was small, so that made it perfect to see Dave. All of the standing room tickets down on the floor had been sold out a long time ago, so we had actual seats. It was less rowdy in our section, but it was nice because it wasn't full, and we were able to move up and spread out a little more. We had a great view. Dave played lots of songs from his new album, probably because the Italians don't know many of the obscure songs. However, I expected more of his popular old songs, because I figured the Italians would know them best. He wanted to go in a different direction, I guess. I found the whole experience pretty funny because I'm so used to seeing him in America, where everyone speaks English. This time, after every song, he said "Grazie mille" instead of "thank you," so that was weird to hear. After saying "Ciao, grazie" right in the beginning of the show, he then said "and that's all I know of Italian. So, from here on out it's English for the rest of the night." I'm sure most of the Italians understood him anyway.
The concert ended around midnight and we got back to the bus. We arrived in Florence at 3:30 am. Before we left, I had asked the guides if it was possible to stop mid-route, when we passed by my area. I was expecting a "no" but wanted to try so that I could avoid a 15 euro cab. Surprisingly enough, they were fine with it! So, when we got to my area, the bus driver let me off and I walked about 10 minutes to my house- for free :) I got in around 4 am and crashed.
On a side note, we booked a trip to the Amalfi Coast yesterday and I'm so excited! We'll be going April 15th to the 18th. It's an incredible deal. For 200 euro, we get bus transportation there and back (which by train alone is 140 euro), 3 nights in a 3-star hotel, 3 breakfasts, 2 dinners, a boat to Capri, discounted entrance into the Blue Grotto, discounted boat trip around the island of Capri, and transportation to Sorrento, Positano and Pompeii. Sooooo awesome! I can't wait!
So glad it's finally the weekend. I have lots to do today so that I can have plenty of time to hang out with Lindsey tomorrow when she comes. She's one of Carla's friends who lived in my hall last year, and she is from Basking Ridge, New Jersey. She's studying in Rome for the semester, so it will be fun to see her.
A dopo!
Last night, we went to the Dave Matthews concert in Padua, which is up near Venice. We amazingly purchased the tickets this past Saturday, so everything fell together very quickly. Me, Maggie and Kevin met the Florence for Fun travel agency at 5 pm at the train station. Then, we and 40 other kids boarded the bus for our 3 hour trip! Kevin and Maggie had picked up some delicious Chinese food, and Maria Pia had packed me a sandwich, so we had plenty to eat. We also brought along champagne and beer for the concert, since we knew they wouldn't check our bags. Good way to save money :)
On the bus, we met some cool kids that were sitting behind us. Their names were Jordan and Tasha and they're studying here for a semester. We played games and kept ourselves entertained with them for the whole ride.
We arrived at the concert about 15 minutes before it started, so that was perfect timing. The venue was great. It was small, so that made it perfect to see Dave. All of the standing room tickets down on the floor had been sold out a long time ago, so we had actual seats. It was less rowdy in our section, but it was nice because it wasn't full, and we were able to move up and spread out a little more. We had a great view. Dave played lots of songs from his new album, probably because the Italians don't know many of the obscure songs. However, I expected more of his popular old songs, because I figured the Italians would know them best. He wanted to go in a different direction, I guess. I found the whole experience pretty funny because I'm so used to seeing him in America, where everyone speaks English. This time, after every song, he said "Grazie mille" instead of "thank you," so that was weird to hear. After saying "Ciao, grazie" right in the beginning of the show, he then said "and that's all I know of Italian. So, from here on out it's English for the rest of the night." I'm sure most of the Italians understood him anyway.
The concert ended around midnight and we got back to the bus. We arrived in Florence at 3:30 am. Before we left, I had asked the guides if it was possible to stop mid-route, when we passed by my area. I was expecting a "no" but wanted to try so that I could avoid a 15 euro cab. Surprisingly enough, they were fine with it! So, when we got to my area, the bus driver let me off and I walked about 10 minutes to my house- for free :) I got in around 4 am and crashed.
On a side note, we booked a trip to the Amalfi Coast yesterday and I'm so excited! We'll be going April 15th to the 18th. It's an incredible deal. For 200 euro, we get bus transportation there and back (which by train alone is 140 euro), 3 nights in a 3-star hotel, 3 breakfasts, 2 dinners, a boat to Capri, discounted entrance into the Blue Grotto, discounted boat trip around the island of Capri, and transportation to Sorrento, Positano and Pompeii. Sooooo awesome! I can't wait!
So glad it's finally the weekend. I have lots to do today so that I can have plenty of time to hang out with Lindsey tomorrow when she comes. She's one of Carla's friends who lived in my hall last year, and she is from Basking Ridge, New Jersey. She's studying in Rome for the semester, so it will be fun to see her.
A dopo!
Monday, February 22, 2010
First day of second semester
Today was a long, but very productive day. I learned my fair share of Italian grammar at CLIDA from 9 to 1, had a delicious salad for lunch, and then read my new texts by Giovanni Verga until it was time for my first Italian Literature class at 5 pm. I had managed to read 15 pages of his first short story entitled, Nedda. So far so good, but it's slow-going with his bits of Sicilian dialect and copious vocab words that I don't yet have memorized.
Class seemed fine. In the beginning, we weren't sure what our professor was like because he just sat at the front of the classroom for about 15 minutes, reading some book. He didn't look up once and I sort of got the hint that maybe he would wait until we quieted down before starting. At that point, I thought "Well, that's impossible. These Italians could talk forever." Turns out he must be one of those professors that gives himself the Italian 15 minutes of rest before doing anything. At 5:15, he picked his head up and started into the microphone, giving a long-winded speech about judicial things and the texts that we would be reading. I was surprised at how well I had understood everything, especially in comparison to my first day in Museologia last semester. However, when he got to actually giving an introduction on the course material and naming classical Italian authors that I had never heard of, I lost him. He spoke very quickly, and with lots of vocab that I didn't understand. Kevin had some trouble too. At times when I felt brave enough to write notes, I would hear a sentence and repeat it to myself over and over as I wrote it. But, by the end, I would forget what I had meant to write because of the background conversation with which the professor had continued his lecture. Oh well.
We had a little trouble with the other students in the class, and this really revealed the professor's personality-type. We discovered that he has a good sense of humor and is much easier to listen to than my Museologia teacher. However, he gets very thrown off by side conversation and actually yelled at the kids in the back. He had been watching them chat the whole class. According to Claudio, our tutor who was also present, he gets aggravated very easily, but is pleasant if you are on his good side. Hm. I'll have to work on this. At the end of the class, Claudio introduced me and Kevin to our professor and he was incredibly brief. He probably had dinner to get to with his American wife. American wife= he knows English and understands cultural differences= good for us!
Claudio, Kevin and I talked for a little while after class, and I am so relieved with the way that he wants to run things. He's very efficient, but also understanding. He assigned us a regular and do-able amount of readings for next week and said that we could go on if we had the time. Soooo much more pleasant than Elisa's tirades and ridiculous 100-page assignments. The class is most certainly going to be tough, but I think I'm going to like it much more. He told us to relax and enjoy the stories! The only thing that will be hard for me is the schedule. 5-7 pm. Ick. I prefer morning classes, but I'll adapt.
A presto!
Class seemed fine. In the beginning, we weren't sure what our professor was like because he just sat at the front of the classroom for about 15 minutes, reading some book. He didn't look up once and I sort of got the hint that maybe he would wait until we quieted down before starting. At that point, I thought "Well, that's impossible. These Italians could talk forever." Turns out he must be one of those professors that gives himself the Italian 15 minutes of rest before doing anything. At 5:15, he picked his head up and started into the microphone, giving a long-winded speech about judicial things and the texts that we would be reading. I was surprised at how well I had understood everything, especially in comparison to my first day in Museologia last semester. However, when he got to actually giving an introduction on the course material and naming classical Italian authors that I had never heard of, I lost him. He spoke very quickly, and with lots of vocab that I didn't understand. Kevin had some trouble too. At times when I felt brave enough to write notes, I would hear a sentence and repeat it to myself over and over as I wrote it. But, by the end, I would forget what I had meant to write because of the background conversation with which the professor had continued his lecture. Oh well.
We had a little trouble with the other students in the class, and this really revealed the professor's personality-type. We discovered that he has a good sense of humor and is much easier to listen to than my Museologia teacher. However, he gets very thrown off by side conversation and actually yelled at the kids in the back. He had been watching them chat the whole class. According to Claudio, our tutor who was also present, he gets aggravated very easily, but is pleasant if you are on his good side. Hm. I'll have to work on this. At the end of the class, Claudio introduced me and Kevin to our professor and he was incredibly brief. He probably had dinner to get to with his American wife. American wife= he knows English and understands cultural differences= good for us!
Claudio, Kevin and I talked for a little while after class, and I am so relieved with the way that he wants to run things. He's very efficient, but also understanding. He assigned us a regular and do-able amount of readings for next week and said that we could go on if we had the time. Soooo much more pleasant than Elisa's tirades and ridiculous 100-page assignments. The class is most certainly going to be tough, but I think I'm going to like it much more. He told us to relax and enjoy the stories! The only thing that will be hard for me is the schedule. 5-7 pm. Ick. I prefer morning classes, but I'll adapt.
A presto!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
My Bologna has a first name...
Ciao everyone!
Today, Maggie R and I took a day trip to Bologna. We were getting pretty antsy being in Florence with nothing to do. Plus, we've been needing to look into buying some spring clothes, and Florence is way too expensive to do that. So, Bologna was the perfect place. We took a train this morning at 10am and arrived around noon. We shopped for a little while, and then grabbed some lunch at a great restaurant that we found. I had pizza because I wasn't in the mood to try Bologna's spaghetti bolognese, even though I probably should have. After lunch, we did some more shopping around and found lots of cute, cheap clothes. We were very excited!
We found the main piazza which was very picturesque, and swarming with street performers and civilians. There were the spiritual, Native American-type people playing the wood instruments (my personal favorite), and then there was a strange duo that drew an enormous crowd. Like everyone else, we checked it out and discovered that it was 2 weird men who were probably tripped out on something. One man was playing the drums, while the other guy had a huge stuffed monkey raised on a pedestal, a lit tiki torch, a red area rug, and juggling batons. I thought that they were going to do something death-defying but instead, the one guy just ran around the circle like a crazed idiot, taking children's soccer balls and kicking them into the crowd. Not amusing.
We checked out the Duomo because it was free, and it was absolutely gorgeous. Maggie lit a candle and said a little prayer. Afterwards, we got tea at a bar and chatted until it was time to head to the train. On the train, we were coincidentally assigned seats next to this nice American girl. She knew immediately that we were American and started talking to us. Her name is Heather and she is a human biology major at Stanford. She also plays on the field hockey team. Whoa. Since I've been home, she's already found and friended me on Facebook, so maybe we have a new person to hang out with! The funniest thing about meeting her was that her host mother is really good friends with Maggie's host mother. We figured this out when Maggie said the name of her street. What a small world.
In more news, I'm going to see Dave Matthews in concert on Thursday night! He's playing in Padua! This came together so quickly and I'm really excited! Yayy! Classes start tomorrow and I have a lot of work to do before then. So, more soon.
Ciao!
Today, Maggie R and I took a day trip to Bologna. We were getting pretty antsy being in Florence with nothing to do. Plus, we've been needing to look into buying some spring clothes, and Florence is way too expensive to do that. So, Bologna was the perfect place. We took a train this morning at 10am and arrived around noon. We shopped for a little while, and then grabbed some lunch at a great restaurant that we found. I had pizza because I wasn't in the mood to try Bologna's spaghetti bolognese, even though I probably should have. After lunch, we did some more shopping around and found lots of cute, cheap clothes. We were very excited!
We found the main piazza which was very picturesque, and swarming with street performers and civilians. There were the spiritual, Native American-type people playing the wood instruments (my personal favorite), and then there was a strange duo that drew an enormous crowd. Like everyone else, we checked it out and discovered that it was 2 weird men who were probably tripped out on something. One man was playing the drums, while the other guy had a huge stuffed monkey raised on a pedestal, a lit tiki torch, a red area rug, and juggling batons. I thought that they were going to do something death-defying but instead, the one guy just ran around the circle like a crazed idiot, taking children's soccer balls and kicking them into the crowd. Not amusing.
We checked out the Duomo because it was free, and it was absolutely gorgeous. Maggie lit a candle and said a little prayer. Afterwards, we got tea at a bar and chatted until it was time to head to the train. On the train, we were coincidentally assigned seats next to this nice American girl. She knew immediately that we were American and started talking to us. Her name is Heather and she is a human biology major at Stanford. She also plays on the field hockey team. Whoa. Since I've been home, she's already found and friended me on Facebook, so maybe we have a new person to hang out with! The funniest thing about meeting her was that her host mother is really good friends with Maggie's host mother. We figured this out when Maggie said the name of her street. What a small world.
In more news, I'm going to see Dave Matthews in concert on Thursday night! He's playing in Padua! This came together so quickly and I'm really excited! Yayy! Classes start tomorrow and I have a lot of work to do before then. So, more soon.
Ciao!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Back Door Donuts, Italy
Buon giorno!
Last night, we were out on the town, wandering around and people watching, when we ran into two kids that we go to CLIDA with- Elmer and Sophie. Elmer is from Holland and Sophie is from England. We had thought they were pretty cool when we first met them, so we invited them to hang out with us. Earlier, we had heard of this place called the Secret Bakery and we wanted to find it. The reason it's a secret is because there is a law in Florence that businesses can't be open past a certain hour. This place is open all night. So everyone knows that when you go to the Secret Bakery, you have to be very quiet, and leave the area once you got what you came for.
After about 20 minutes of trying to find this hidden place, we discovered that it was much easier to find than our other friends had made it sound. We saw a large closed door, but with a light on inside, and people walking around with donuts. So, we knew it was the right place. We went inside and there were shelves of croissants, pizzas, donuts, etc. A got a little croissant, which was very good. After we left, I was so shocked at how similar this Secret Bakery's concept was to Back Door Donuts's on Martha's Vineyard, which I love. Can you believe it!? A Back Door Donuts in Italy!!! Now, we're screwed for late night. I thought Kebabs were bad late night food (which I thankfully avoided last night), but now we know where donuts are. I hope this doesn't turn into a problem! :)
I still like the real Back Door Donuts better though. Nothing will ever replace that. Everything is always warm, sticky and perfect. These baked goods hadn't been kept warm after they came out of the oven, so it was a shock biting into something room temperature that I was expecting to be at Back Door Donuts quality. Oh well!
Today I'm doing some internship cover letters and then going into the center to look for some Spring clothes. Yay! I've also booked my trip to Ireland in May with the Fanelli's! Can't wait!
Ciao!
Last night, we were out on the town, wandering around and people watching, when we ran into two kids that we go to CLIDA with- Elmer and Sophie. Elmer is from Holland and Sophie is from England. We had thought they were pretty cool when we first met them, so we invited them to hang out with us. Earlier, we had heard of this place called the Secret Bakery and we wanted to find it. The reason it's a secret is because there is a law in Florence that businesses can't be open past a certain hour. This place is open all night. So everyone knows that when you go to the Secret Bakery, you have to be very quiet, and leave the area once you got what you came for.
After about 20 minutes of trying to find this hidden place, we discovered that it was much easier to find than our other friends had made it sound. We saw a large closed door, but with a light on inside, and people walking around with donuts. So, we knew it was the right place. We went inside and there were shelves of croissants, pizzas, donuts, etc. A got a little croissant, which was very good. After we left, I was so shocked at how similar this Secret Bakery's concept was to Back Door Donuts's on Martha's Vineyard, which I love. Can you believe it!? A Back Door Donuts in Italy!!! Now, we're screwed for late night. I thought Kebabs were bad late night food (which I thankfully avoided last night), but now we know where donuts are. I hope this doesn't turn into a problem! :)
I still like the real Back Door Donuts better though. Nothing will ever replace that. Everything is always warm, sticky and perfect. These baked goods hadn't been kept warm after they came out of the oven, so it was a shock biting into something room temperature that I was expecting to be at Back Door Donuts quality. Oh well!
Today I'm doing some internship cover letters and then going into the center to look for some Spring clothes. Yay! I've also booked my trip to Ireland in May with the Fanelli's! Can't wait!
Ciao!
Friday, February 19, 2010
Greek food
Last night, Benedetta, Maria (Benedetta's Greek friend), myself, and 6 other friends of Benedetta's went out to dinner at a Greek restaurant. Originally, I was supposed to be going to Benedetta's house to give another English lesson to Antonio and Anarita, but Benedetta had called me the night before and said that we'd be doing dinner instead. I was kind of disappointed because it meant that I had to spend money again, but I had no choice, given the nature of the situation. They knew I was free.
Anyway, I guess something about Maria being Greek made Benedetta want to go to a Greek restaurant for dinner. Usually I would think someone would want to bring a foreigner to a restaurant that they weren't used to, but I guess not. Maria didn't mind. When we were there, Maria discovered that our waiter spoke Greek, so she took to ordering everything for us in Greek, just for fun. I can not understand the slightest bit of that language! It sounds really cool though. I had a Ghiro, which I guess is written Gyro in the US. It was amazing! Basically, it was a grilled thick pita covered in zaziki sauce (which is like a thick, herby yogurt) and topped with tomatoes, onions, chicken meat and french fries. Sooo delicious and most certainly terrible for you. I asked Maria about the french fries because I thought they were a little weird on the Ghiro. She said that french fries are served on top of every main course in Greece. A little gross, but they tasted awesome. I just don't understand how people stay healthy.
For dessert, I tried this cake thing that I guess I would compare to flan. It had a thin, flaky top crust and a gelatin-like milk center. It was very good, but I only could eat a little. Maria let me try one of her desserts- a puff pastry filled with honey, cinnamon and walnuts. It was incredible but very very sweet. Our dinner conversation was a mix of Italian, English and Greek. I tried to explain to Eleonora and the other Italian girls the situation with the drinking age in America while at the same time, translating for Maria. It was exhausting, but a very fun and cultural experience.
Afterwards, all of the girls headed home and I met up with Kevin, Maggie R, and Maggie W. Maggie W has given up English for Lent so we had a very unique night between our half English, half Italian conversations.
Anyway, that Greek dinner was absolutely amazing and I'm pretty amused that my first Greek restaurant was not in Greece, but in Italy. Maria said it was very good for a Greek restaurant though, so I got a good gauge of it. Hopefully, I'll actually make it to Greece and try the food there!
Buon fine settimana!
Anyway, I guess something about Maria being Greek made Benedetta want to go to a Greek restaurant for dinner. Usually I would think someone would want to bring a foreigner to a restaurant that they weren't used to, but I guess not. Maria didn't mind. When we were there, Maria discovered that our waiter spoke Greek, so she took to ordering everything for us in Greek, just for fun. I can not understand the slightest bit of that language! It sounds really cool though. I had a Ghiro, which I guess is written Gyro in the US. It was amazing! Basically, it was a grilled thick pita covered in zaziki sauce (which is like a thick, herby yogurt) and topped with tomatoes, onions, chicken meat and french fries. Sooo delicious and most certainly terrible for you. I asked Maria about the french fries because I thought they were a little weird on the Ghiro. She said that french fries are served on top of every main course in Greece. A little gross, but they tasted awesome. I just don't understand how people stay healthy.
For dessert, I tried this cake thing that I guess I would compare to flan. It had a thin, flaky top crust and a gelatin-like milk center. It was very good, but I only could eat a little. Maria let me try one of her desserts- a puff pastry filled with honey, cinnamon and walnuts. It was incredible but very very sweet. Our dinner conversation was a mix of Italian, English and Greek. I tried to explain to Eleonora and the other Italian girls the situation with the drinking age in America while at the same time, translating for Maria. It was exhausting, but a very fun and cultural experience.
Afterwards, all of the girls headed home and I met up with Kevin, Maggie R, and Maggie W. Maggie W has given up English for Lent so we had a very unique night between our half English, half Italian conversations.
Anyway, that Greek dinner was absolutely amazing and I'm pretty amused that my first Greek restaurant was not in Greece, but in Italy. Maria said it was very good for a Greek restaurant though, so I got a good gauge of it. Hopefully, I'll actually make it to Greece and try the food there!
Buon fine settimana!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Andrea's birthday dinner and lunch with Aunt Gail
Last night, all of us that were in Florence (Maggie R, Kevin, Andrea, Jeff, Carla and me) went to this Mexican restaurant, Tijuana for Andrea's 21st birthday dinner. We all got Margaritas, since they are nowhere to be found in Italy. We shared nachos, and I had fajitas for dinner. It was all delicious and we had a nice time. Unfortunately, the food didn't sit very well after the fact, and I'm guessing this happened because I wasn't used to eating Mexican food. I hadn't had it since the summer! So, when we went to Cafe Bigallo after, I had a bad stomach ache for the rest of the evening.
Despite the tummy ache, we had a great time at Cafe Bigallo because it was Fat Tuesday (Martedi Grasso), and they had lots of party things to hand out. We got ourselves a few short-haired, neon green wigs and had lots of fun with that. Andrea and I went home early so that we wouldn't have to pay for a cab. I probably should have stayed out longer though, because it sounds like everyone had a lot of fun after we had left.
Today after CLIDA, I met Aunt Gail for lunch as she had arrived from the States yesterday. We went to this great restaurant on the other side of the Arno, near Santo Spirito. I had the cauliflower risotto and it was delicious! It was nice to see a friendly, but new American face. As I've let on, I'm getting a little stir crazy with seeing the same people and doing the same thing every day. No offense to my friends because they are great, but fresh faces are always welcomed. I think Aunt Gail and I will get together again when Uncle Ellis arrives next week.
Anyway, I'm off to write my cover letters and apply to some more internships now.
A dopo!
Despite the tummy ache, we had a great time at Cafe Bigallo because it was Fat Tuesday (Martedi Grasso), and they had lots of party things to hand out. We got ourselves a few short-haired, neon green wigs and had lots of fun with that. Andrea and I went home early so that we wouldn't have to pay for a cab. I probably should have stayed out longer though, because it sounds like everyone had a lot of fun after we had left.
Today after CLIDA, I met Aunt Gail for lunch as she had arrived from the States yesterday. We went to this great restaurant on the other side of the Arno, near Santo Spirito. I had the cauliflower risotto and it was delicious! It was nice to see a friendly, but new American face. As I've let on, I'm getting a little stir crazy with seeing the same people and doing the same thing every day. No offense to my friends because they are great, but fresh faces are always welcomed. I think Aunt Gail and I will get together again when Uncle Ellis arrives next week.
Anyway, I'm off to write my cover letters and apply to some more internships now.
A dopo!
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