Well, it's that time again. I need to inform everyone about my past activities and you get to read and laugh or frown, whatever you are most comfortable doing while trudging your way through my weekend. I have to give you this blog now because I leave tomorrow for two weeks! TOMORROW! Four cities, three new countries, two girls, and ONE AWESOME ADVENTURE.
Ok, ok, ok, I can continue with my new post now.
First, let's talk about the changes I made to the blog. I CHANGED THE COVER PHOTO. And that is all. Yay! Round of applause for me. That sunset tho'.
So, I left off fighting the Volturi and trust me they are in rough shape, now. Don't worry, I continued with my classes the next day, Italian lessons and printmaking, dinner, etc. But I just have to tell you how warm my heart is after this beautiful weekend at home in Castiglion Fiorentino.
Friday is when the times start to get fun because I'm about to enlighten you to a whole new meaning in life. I woke up early Friday and walking nearly AN HOUR under the Tuscan sun to a nice little villa in the country where I became Susie Homemaker. I made bread! Watch out America! When I get back, I'll probably cook everything. Or I'll expect people to still serve me three course dinners...either way the villa was beautiful place to learn how to make Tuscan bread and Italian pizza.
Wait for it the it, here comes the new meaning to life. I WENT TO A CHOCOLATE FESTIVAL. And let me tell you, it's possible to get chocolate wasted. I'm sorry Mother. I'm sorry Father. BUT, they sold chocolate balls with liquor in it. Chocolate and liqour!! I wasn't super crazy about the liqour but the chocolate is so rich and good and creamy you can bet I got the tummy ache I deserved. On the bright side, I got free chocolate and free sandwiches. I thought Lizzie McGuire was talking about Italy being this is what dreams are made of. BUT SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT THE CHOCOLATE IN ITALY. So many hidden secrets. There is a whole new meaning to chocolate wasted now.
I wish I could pass my facial expressions on through the web because Saturday is the day were I would insert my sad yet sheepish face. Because I conformed. Don't worry, my mother and father already know of the treachery that I endured. What did I do? I BOUGHT A LEATHER JACKET. No. Not just a regular jacket. An Italian leather jacket. From Florence. Made 100% in Italy. It's soft and made of lambskin. I'm sorry for my faithful readers because we all occasionally use animals in our lives for reasons other than pets. I guess the pictures will come when I migrate north to face the European winter. WHICH REMINDS ME. I finally finished my scarf that I knitted!!! With that and hand washing my clothes weekly, I am so close to achieving the pioneer woman status that I rightfully deserve.
And that about sums up my Saturday, so we can begin my absolutely amazing Sunday adventures. This weekend was the exact opposite of my last weekend. If you know my family, then you know we have hosted several exchange students, and I have always wanted to do the same. Well, I sort of had a similar experience. It wasn't quite as long because it was just lunch, but Elissa and I signed up to eat with an Italian family from the area. And everything about it was absolutely perfect. The Tuscan countryside, and the beautiful view of our town from the villa just cannot be put into words. Elissa and I ate with an Italian man name Paolo and several friends where we laughed, drank three types of wines, petted his pet donkey named Hercules AND I held one of his chickens. He also cooked an absolutely amazing meal of Italian cuisine. He made everything including the bread, the pasta, the chicken, the potatoes, EVERYTHING. I ate so much I'm sure my pants are going to finally fit again. I left with such a happy heart and warm soul. I couldn't have asked for a better experience.
I apologize in advanced for the blogs to follow, since they will be made of iPhone photos and poor grammar (even though I am not entirely sure my grammar or pictures are up to par even now).
Please note the picture has absolutely nothing to do with my weekend. I just thought it was a cool picture to share of an old wine cellar.
And now, it's time for Musical Mondays, where I will be enjoying my last night with friends singing and dancing and pretending Danny is my boyfriend because WE GO TOGETHER like...badadad blah blah blah ding dong?Close enough, I hope the song gets stuck in your head for the rest of the day.
I'll try not to kill my self from the amount of packing I do in the meantime as well. And by packing, I can only bring a backpack for the next two weeks, and if you know me, you know this will take about two miracles and a blessing for this to work.
Ciao!
Sincerely yours,
Sadie
Ok, ok, ok, I can continue with my new post now.
First, let's talk about the changes I made to the blog. I CHANGED THE COVER PHOTO. And that is all. Yay! Round of applause for me. That sunset tho'.
So, I left off fighting the Volturi and trust me they are in rough shape, now. Don't worry, I continued with my classes the next day, Italian lessons and printmaking, dinner, etc. But I just have to tell you how warm my heart is after this beautiful weekend at home in Castiglion Fiorentino.
Friday is when the times start to get fun because I'm about to enlighten you to a whole new meaning in life. I woke up early Friday and walking nearly AN HOUR under the Tuscan sun to a nice little villa in the country where I became Susie Homemaker. I made bread! Watch out America! When I get back, I'll probably cook everything. Or I'll expect people to still serve me three course dinners...either way the villa was beautiful place to learn how to make Tuscan bread and Italian pizza.
Wait for it the it, here comes the new meaning to life. I WENT TO A CHOCOLATE FESTIVAL. And let me tell you, it's possible to get chocolate wasted. I'm sorry Mother. I'm sorry Father. BUT, they sold chocolate balls with liquor in it. Chocolate and liqour!! I wasn't super crazy about the liqour but the chocolate is so rich and good and creamy you can bet I got the tummy ache I deserved. On the bright side, I got free chocolate and free sandwiches. I thought Lizzie McGuire was talking about Italy being this is what dreams are made of. BUT SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT THE CHOCOLATE IN ITALY. So many hidden secrets. There is a whole new meaning to chocolate wasted now.
I wish I could pass my facial expressions on through the web because Saturday is the day were I would insert my sad yet sheepish face. Because I conformed. Don't worry, my mother and father already know of the treachery that I endured. What did I do? I BOUGHT A LEATHER JACKET. No. Not just a regular jacket. An Italian leather jacket. From Florence. Made 100% in Italy. It's soft and made of lambskin. I'm sorry for my faithful readers because we all occasionally use animals in our lives for reasons other than pets. I guess the pictures will come when I migrate north to face the European winter. WHICH REMINDS ME. I finally finished my scarf that I knitted!!! With that and hand washing my clothes weekly, I am so close to achieving the pioneer woman status that I rightfully deserve.
And that about sums up my Saturday, so we can begin my absolutely amazing Sunday adventures. This weekend was the exact opposite of my last weekend. If you know my family, then you know we have hosted several exchange students, and I have always wanted to do the same. Well, I sort of had a similar experience. It wasn't quite as long because it was just lunch, but Elissa and I signed up to eat with an Italian family from the area. And everything about it was absolutely perfect. The Tuscan countryside, and the beautiful view of our town from the villa just cannot be put into words. Elissa and I ate with an Italian man name Paolo and several friends where we laughed, drank three types of wines, petted his pet donkey named Hercules AND I held one of his chickens. He also cooked an absolutely amazing meal of Italian cuisine. He made everything including the bread, the pasta, the chicken, the potatoes, EVERYTHING. I ate so much I'm sure my pants are going to finally fit again. I left with such a happy heart and warm soul. I couldn't have asked for a better experience.
I apologize in advanced for the blogs to follow, since they will be made of iPhone photos and poor grammar (even though I am not entirely sure my grammar or pictures are up to par even now).
Please note the picture has absolutely nothing to do with my weekend. I just thought it was a cool picture to share of an old wine cellar.
And now, it's time for Musical Mondays, where I will be enjoying my last night with friends singing and dancing and pretending Danny is my boyfriend because WE GO TOGETHER like...badadad blah blah blah ding dong?Close enough, I hope the song gets stuck in your head for the rest of the day.
I'll try not to kill my self from the amount of packing I do in the meantime as well. And by packing, I can only bring a backpack for the next two weeks, and if you know me, you know this will take about two miracles and a blessing for this to work.
Ciao!
Sincerely yours,
Sadie