Weeeeeekkkk 1, Completed.

As I sit under the covers with more than 300 pages of literary text ahead of me to read and a stiff neck thats just beggin' for a massage, I thought I'd update this ol' thing even though its not Sunday yet.

School is still going well, I feel as though i only learn anything in my Italian class though, which is not a bad thing-- but I'd like to learn a little more, maybe my reading could help me out there.

I went to my first Shabbat Dinner last night with the roommates and a few other people from school at "Ruth's Kosher Vegetarian Restaurant" owned by a charming old man who is from Prague and very proud of it. His name is far too Eastern European for me to try and remember but he fed us the most amazing, luscious, leafy green salad I've had all week and I'm just reeling from it still!

Cozying up back at home, I had a sitcom marathon and POPCORN. truly the comforts of home. Now I'm about to go tangle with the temperamental Italian washer and dryers in the basement and dream about the chocolate festival downtown I'm far too health conscious to let myself go to.


I Foto!

Roomie Pizza Night!

Yummmyy!!!

Ready for a night on the Town!

New Friends! (and some old)

The Sistine Chapel: Reloaded.
(Kelly as Adam, Lindsay as God, Myself as Eve)

My new BF, Giacomo.

Biggest Gumball Machine, EVER!

The Synagogue of Florence, Senza Flash.

Back in the LP

New Year + Old Villa = different plan of action.

Although I don't quite have the picture proof (yet) we're taking on a new approach to all things Narnia. Well, sort of. I won't count how I just bought a candy bar and an espresso to get my blood sugar back up. after my long winter nap.

Anyway, classes have begun and all is good. The professors that I didn't have last semester are as follows:
1) An Italian mother of two from whom I've already learned quite a bit for just 2 hours of class time.
2) An almost retired veteran teacher with a dry sense of humor and a tendency to stray in lecture to tangents that are interesting but completely unrelated. For instance his 5 minute confab about cats and their importance to royalty during a recap of history from 8000 BCE to around 1890 AD.
3) An almost middle-aged russian/newyorker who can't figure out what accent to use and makes me want to crack with hilarity everytime he says "Uuuum" but knows his stuff and its truly entertaining.

Also, as a part of our new year campaign I've gotten out quite a bit already. Our little bunch went out for a truly Italian "Aperitivo" which is kinda like happy hour except classier. It was a great time and we met some nice Italian men trying to pick us up. Guiseppe, I think his name was.
Finally, yesterday proved to be the search of my lifetime. Lindsay and I went into town to get a few books for class, and decided to tag on a trip to EVERY ELECTRONICS STORE IN FLORENCE/EVERY TABACCHI IN FLORENCE to find a pipe (her crazy obsession) and an american style coffee machine. Which apparently either costs €40 (the pipe) or is a brightly colored espresso machine for €279. That's a lot of American dollars. Puh-lease.

And on the most recent front: The kids on campus who decided to go to the "mandatory" meeting with the therapist turned it into a townhall meeting... where we bitched royally about the food. Things are really achanging here on the rock and it is smelling of some seriousssss shit.