Ciao! My first week here is officially complete! I’m not even going to count the ones I have left. As much as I love it here, I already feel like I’ve been here a month. So, by the time I leave, I guess I’ll be feeling about that I’ve been here for about six years. Time isn’t something I’m going to talk about in this post. I may bore you a bit with this one, so in advance I’M SORRY. LOVE ME. This post will consist of walking ten miles, ghosts and wine. Maybe there will be some entertainment…
I know I left some people hanging about Mother Susan, but don’t worry she’s still here. How do I know? Well, let me set the scene. I was scrub-a-dub-dubbing in my super tiny shower, so the mirror was super foggy when I was done. After nearly slipping on the floor and busting my butt, I realized something. THERE WAS A HANDPRINT ON MY MIRROR. A TINY HANDPRINT. My roommate nor I have tiny hands. Ok. So let’s just hope Mother Susan is a nice, tiny ghost, right? I think she opened our door one more time, too, but all my chocolate is still here, so that’s all that mothers.
I’ve started the wine tasting, and I have figured out why the Italians wear dark clothes. Don’t worry, Mom, I’ve washed everything out, surprisingly! Piece of advice, keep the wine in the wine glasses people. Always.
Hmmm…what else did I do? Oh, I have started printmaking in the traditional ways of old art. Let me share with you that it is HARD. Ink was everywhere, and it goes into your pores, which is weird and gross. My first print didn’t turn out like at all, and my second was…better. You’ll still hang them up right, Mom?
I did something else….what was it?
Oh yeah, I WENT TO FLORENCE.
And let me just state that I am one Vatican away from becoming Catholic.
The churches are absolutely beautiful. I cannot be more serious when I say that there are not enough words to describe how beautiful the place was. The details, the art, the tombs, the chapels, even the scary stuff looked beautiful! I’m not sure how that is possible. Besides the fact that everything was beautiful, I walked around ten miles around the town, let’s not talk about the sprint from the paper store to the train station. My little legs took me really far really quickly! Sitting on the train was probably the worst part too. My legs and ankles were so achy! I better be getting a body of steel with all this walking.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention the language barrier. As much as I need the words, I can’t get any of the Italian words to stick in my head. The only things I can retrieve from my brain are the three years of Spanish I took in high school…and there is huge difference in that. We are taking a survival Italian class, and the teacher brought us to the local market, and IT’S AWFUL. We tried cheese, which was good, keep the cheese! But communicating was so hard. I end up looking like flailing monkey as my arms are pointing to directions or food trying to communicate. Then I slowly walk away as they have the confused looks glued to their faces. I’ll get it right. Eventually. In about three months. When I need it the most.
Since I am finally settled, I guess it’s time to start planning my weekend trips and counting down the days until I see Lise-Marie Øyvik again! 6 days, mi amici!
I have updated the small gallery on my blog, and there are more pictures on my facebook. If we aren’t friends, then your lost. Just kidding! Let’s be friends!
Until next time, ciao!
Sincerely yours,
Sadie
P.S. Don't forget to look at the cow testicles for sale.
I know I left some people hanging about Mother Susan, but don’t worry she’s still here. How do I know? Well, let me set the scene. I was scrub-a-dub-dubbing in my super tiny shower, so the mirror was super foggy when I was done. After nearly slipping on the floor and busting my butt, I realized something. THERE WAS A HANDPRINT ON MY MIRROR. A TINY HANDPRINT. My roommate nor I have tiny hands. Ok. So let’s just hope Mother Susan is a nice, tiny ghost, right? I think she opened our door one more time, too, but all my chocolate is still here, so that’s all that mothers.
I’ve started the wine tasting, and I have figured out why the Italians wear dark clothes. Don’t worry, Mom, I’ve washed everything out, surprisingly! Piece of advice, keep the wine in the wine glasses people. Always.
Hmmm…what else did I do? Oh, I have started printmaking in the traditional ways of old art. Let me share with you that it is HARD. Ink was everywhere, and it goes into your pores, which is weird and gross. My first print didn’t turn out like at all, and my second was…better. You’ll still hang them up right, Mom?
I did something else….what was it?
Oh yeah, I WENT TO FLORENCE.
And let me just state that I am one Vatican away from becoming Catholic.
The churches are absolutely beautiful. I cannot be more serious when I say that there are not enough words to describe how beautiful the place was. The details, the art, the tombs, the chapels, even the scary stuff looked beautiful! I’m not sure how that is possible. Besides the fact that everything was beautiful, I walked around ten miles around the town, let’s not talk about the sprint from the paper store to the train station. My little legs took me really far really quickly! Sitting on the train was probably the worst part too. My legs and ankles were so achy! I better be getting a body of steel with all this walking.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention the language barrier. As much as I need the words, I can’t get any of the Italian words to stick in my head. The only things I can retrieve from my brain are the three years of Spanish I took in high school…and there is huge difference in that. We are taking a survival Italian class, and the teacher brought us to the local market, and IT’S AWFUL. We tried cheese, which was good, keep the cheese! But communicating was so hard. I end up looking like flailing monkey as my arms are pointing to directions or food trying to communicate. Then I slowly walk away as they have the confused looks glued to their faces. I’ll get it right. Eventually. In about three months. When I need it the most.
Since I am finally settled, I guess it’s time to start planning my weekend trips and counting down the days until I see Lise-Marie Øyvik again! 6 days, mi amici!
I have updated the small gallery on my blog, and there are more pictures on my facebook. If we aren’t friends, then your lost. Just kidding! Let’s be friends!
Until next time, ciao!
Sincerely yours,
Sadie
P.S. Don't forget to look at the cow testicles for sale.