Preface: Italy is wonderful. I am never coming home. I am
well aware of the fact that I must make a more informative post about big
picture shenanigans going on but I thought I might as well post something asap
and this is what I’ve got from my brief recap of my day yesterday. Here we go….
Wednesday, September 12th
So today is the second to last day of my first week of
classes. It was quite a rough day, mostly due to the fact that I had a total of
8 hours of class throughout the day spanning form 9:30am-7:00 pm and taking
place in three separate locations. That being said, I can't complain for having
the opportunity to take several (mandatory) strolls throughout Firenze in the
midst of the madness that was today. So, my schedule today was photography (3 hours)
followed by a rapidamente lunch (20 minutes), followed by Italian (2 hours),
followed by my jewelry and metalsmithing class (3 hours).
I am quite proud to say that I successfully made the walk
from the Jewlery studio, which I had never been to before, the whole way back
to my house. Alto chinqui (high five's probably spelled and conjugated incorrectly) to me. When I finally arrived back home I was greeted by the incredible
smell of Papa Valerios PESTO. Dinner tonight was as follows:
Pasta con pesto followed by wonderfully dressed, cooked
vegetables and basically the most amazing Italian quesadilla ever invented:
tortilla, mozzarella, prosciutto, and oregano. Warm and melty and amazing. Brava Giovanna e Vilerio!
After dinner Lynsey, my roommate, and I returned to our room
where we stretched, tried to rid ourselves of shin splints, and did some
exercise-type-things and yoga. And now I am
in bed. Full, sleepy, and looking forward to meeting my art history class
tomorrow morning in the Piaza di Republica, right by the Duomo and the Uffizi.
Sleep time. Ciao.
[The lovely ladies I had the honor of rooming with during orientation]
[Fiesole--A town overlooking Florence about 10-15 minutes away from my home]
[Papa Leocatta at lunch]
