I don't think anyone realizes how cold it is. Every morning I lie snuggled in my nice warm bed, not because it is 'comfy' or I don't want to go to school. It's because I live in the perpetual fear that if I get out of bed Jack Frost is going to rip my limbs off. You may think I'm just being irrational in my dream addled mind, but I am speaking the reality of the situation. It is cold. I know most of you guys have snow and freezing temps, but you also have a working heating system in your houses that provide an anti thief protection against the cold stealing your warmth. Cold has become my newest and most unfriendly roommate. I shouldn't be that upset because the less heat we use the more energy we save. Not that I'm concerned about trees too much - I mean, I love the earth, I do. I want to savor it and to protect it, but at the moment if there were any available trees I'd cut it down and build a fire in my room. The situation is that if we go over our electricity bill we all get charged, and with seven girls, a hair dryer and a straightener, we are bound to go over. Of course, I've gotten to the point where I don't even bother with my hair. I take one good look at my poofy mane and think, I don't try too hard with you for American boys, why should I give Italian boys any special treatment?
Yesterday marked the official first day of classes and my first class was Florence Sketchbook, that is, after I peeled myself from my lumpy (but warm) mattress and sent scathing mental curses to our seemingly dormant heater. Within the first hour I came to realize I am surrounded by mostly art history majors. However, within that same hour I also realized either I was just the only one willing to be vocal or I knew more about perception and vanishing points than they did. Either way, good job Mr. T. Intro to Design has stayed with me all these four years.
And though I don't know the rest of my professors, I think my Italian professor might be one of the coolest ones here. Five minutes before class started, he walked in and turned music that was a mixture of American classics, then sat on the table at the front of the class. Now most professors usually lean against or sit on the edge of the table. No, he climbed on the table and sat on his knees, flipping through his binder, humming to the music. Then as class progressed, and we were practicing speaking the few phrases we worked on as a class, at one point his head leaned from no where to listen to our conversation. I do believe I am thoroughly going to like this class.
Sunday we decided to go out to a restaurant. After looking at several menus posted outside, we decided on the restaurant with the cheapest menu. It had a whole menu of American food with Italian twists. The place was completely delightful. The music was a mixture of more classic songs, with a random techno song that featured something that sounded like a goat. At one point David Bowie's song "Heros" came on, officially making it one of the better restaurants just for that singular fact. Being adventurous, I ordered something called nachos with ranchero sauce. It was chips and salsa. I guess the three euros should have tipped me off, but it was still enjoyable. However, I heard from my roommate Jordan that Il Gatto e La Volpe had a fire in it and we won't be able to go there again for a while, which made me sad because that restaurant was becoming a favorite. No one was hurt ( she was actually there when it happened) and there were no flames just smoke, but it will take a while to fix up.
Until next time!
Ciao!
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