It is now the morning of my 3rd full day and I managed to get up at 9am, woohoo!!! As I sit here and eat the delicious fried egg sandwich I made without a spatula – apparently the last person only ate soup and pasta – that I am quite proud of, I will first discuss the coldness of my room. Im currently in the kitchen and the temperature is fine, but in my bedroom we all swear it is at least two degrees colder. My roommates and I have hypothesized it is due to the tile floors or the ancient windows that open to a beautiful view of the top of the duomo (a really big dome basically). I would show you the view right now, but seeing as how we are five stories above the ground and the window opens outward, I’d rather not be the first to leave a chalk outline of the street from falling out the window. Its often so cold at night that I wear leggings under my fuzzy pajama pants and i keep my socks on. I put that in fancy italics because my mother would understand how hot and uncomfortable sleeping with socks on is. However, when it comes to this apartment it becomes a survival method.
I realized I mentioned “we” and “my roommates,” but I haven’t actually described them. There are four of us total: Myself, Elisa, Shannon, and Maria. Shannon is the tall blonde who often wears a bun (so far at least). Maria is a short dark haired girl who is actually here studying abroad with her boyfriend whom she has been dating for 4 years (I am quite jealous). Finally, Elisa is of average height with long wavy-ish hair who had her luggage delayed and is basically living off two outfits. I know I am a wonderful describer of people, but I will post a picture of us on our first night together for you in case your imagination did not blossom with ideas after my description of my roommates height and hair. The order of the girls from left to right : Elisa, Maria, Shannon, and myself.
This image is from our first night here at this little food bar, caffe thing none of us looked at the name for. Frankly, our greedy American minds were distracted by the sign that said “buffet.” It was 7 euro for a glass of wine and all-you-can eat which my frugal self found to be a great deal. While I did eat one of everything, I tried not to eat a lot in fear of shaming our country and our eating habits. But I really liked the store owner and the chef who we practiced some of our Italian with. They have the buffet every Thursday so I am hoping we visit again.
I suppose the next topic will be my stairs of DOOM I mentioned last night. So we live on the “fourth” floor, which is technically the fifth, which somehow equals at least 10 flights of stairs. And the last two are extremely steep. I fear I may not return from my trip abroad because I will have slipped down the death trap that these people call stairs. But don’t worry, if im lucky, while I fall my head will hit the thin iron railing instead of the cement stairs. Upon moving in I had to carry al my luggage upstairs. There was the guy who transported me from the airport who also accompanied me up to the apartment, but i did not hold back my feelings towards the stairs on the way up. I actually had to stop 3/4 of the way up because my arms were killing me. I kept apologizing for being such a weakling but honestly, I think anyone would’ve struggled with that heavy luggage. Shannon’s friends Nikki and Tay have groaned every time they’ve had to make this treacherous climb. On the plus side, it is a fantastic calf workout. Lets just hope the carbs don’t outweigh the stair benefits.
One thing i am having trouble with is that when you walk down the street I think the store owners or people are talking to me (mostly men of course). Like a little while ago I was walkng down the street and this store owner was just creepily standing in his doorway looking at nothing as far as i could tell and I swore he said “Ciao Bella” really quietly as I walked by. Since I am not Italian I don’t know what to say in that split second. Am I just being rude for not responding. And when walking to my apartment step this old lady with her dog were sitting on some steps and she just started saying a bunch of italian I didn’t understand a word of. Worse, she was staring RIGHT AT ME, I don’t even think she blinked. So far my method is to keep walking straight, look no one in the eye, and keep walking like I know what I’m doing.
On another note, what is the point in learning scusi? I have not heard one person say it. On these streets it is pedestrians walk at your own risk. The people are impatient, especially the ones in cars or scooters. Its as if everyone is secretly part of this underground race they don’t want the Americans to find out about. On our ride from the airport, the driver was literally weaving through people like traffic cones.
Oh just on a complete side note, I found a jar of peanut butter at the grocery store!!!! One small jar is about 5 euro while a bigger jar of nutella is about 4.
That makes me think of an even more exciting point. Last night on our way back from a bar called Uncle Jimmy’s, I was craving gelato and everywhere was closed. Everywhere but ONE place right down the street. I cannot recall the name of the place, I’ll try to take a picture later. But the point of the story is that they have nutella flavored gelato and America we need to catch up!!! But I will add a picture of the beautiful Piazza della Repubblica with these really huge arches and a restaraunt where they play live music and the waiters dance while serving you.
Also at Uncle Jimmy’s college students write their names and their college all over the walls and ceilings and I found UF and GO GATORS!!!!!!
After our permit of stay meeting, Maria, Shannon, and I were handed a coupon for a free coffee at a coffee shop called Astor, obviously meant for study abroad students. They are playing the Superbowl there on Sunday and we would like to be our American selves and watch it, but the pregame starts at 10pm, and the actual game itself at 12:30am. Seeing as how I have class at 9 the next day, we’ll see how that actually works out. On the bright side i did have my first Italian cappuccino there:)
There are still may things I could discuss, but I do want to get ready and visit this vintage clothing shop before my roommates return from their orientation. And I should probably finish unpacking…. yes I am terrible and got bored unpacking so I just left my suitcase next to my bed, Anyhoo, I’ll talk to you later and add a few random pictures to satisfy your visual senses (Duomo included) 🙂
This is a coffee machine at my school. I can basically vend myself a latte 😀