First day of classes....

So Alyson and I learned why Italians don’t drink coffee past 3 p.m.. Neither of us could sleep last night.

I still got up and ran this morning, It was freezing outside. It must have been snowing in the mountains. I think they are about 40 miles from here and the sea about 30. On clear days we can supposable see both, but there have been no clear days yet.

I ran around the city walls again. I think it is only about a mile and a half. There are long inclines thought so it is a good beginning workout. I stopped to stretch at this marble outside concert piazza thing. It was beautiful. Here you have to watch were you step because it’s all cement and people don’t pick up their dog poop.

So this morning I am attempting to do laundry. I showered after I ran and now my hair is wet. I forgot we can’t use the hair drier and the wash machine at the same time.

Oh I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but people here don’t have driers. Last night Alyson did her laundry and set it out on the racks to dry, I think here stuff got wetter over night. It is to cold and damp to dry out a sammi here.

Italy is my kind of place. They have a trash can for everything… glass, plastic, aluminum, organic paper and general waste. These trash cans are everywhere too, amazing.

Not only that but it cost extra to get a plastic bag at a grocery store, so people all bring there own. Also to prevent shopping cart chaos a euro deposit needs to be made in order to use a cart. Genius.

Today is my first day of school, lets see how this goes. Each day starts at 8:30 and all my classes are taught in my programs building except for painting, which I’m thinking will be taught at the university.

We really are not with Italians at all. We do have the choice to be paired up with one though to practice language. I will defiantly be doing that.

Oh yeah funny story. I tried to turn the tv on this morning so I could get some Italian in the background. Tried for about 10 minutes, then realized it wasn’t plugged in. Some things never change…

The food situation is still a little confusing. I attempted to make spaghetti yesterday and started mixing stuff together for flavor. Then Carly stepped in and saved me. I guess I was putting some weird oil with vinegar, probably not the best combination for spaghetti. Oh I also learned how potent a clove of garlic is, looks like I wont be meeting any boys today…

I still have not bought eggs so today I ate three small pieces of bread for breakfast and perhaps I’ll grab an apple on the way to class.

I need to go back to the market to get some more groceries, but everything is closed here on Sundays. Good thing today is Monday.

Toilets flush really loud here and the basin is high on the ceiling. I hope it doesn’t ever flood. I’m not sure which way the water spins. Ill check it out next time I go.

I’m starting to feel better in my body. My Mom isn’t around to make me pies and there is no MP with unlimited foods of death.

I miss the library.  Things are different here. Universities are designed strictly for study. They just recently put in a small student cafeteria and a few couches in their library. It defiantly is not a place to get coffee and study with friends.

So I just took out the trash for the first time in Italy and it was AWESOME!!! They have a foot pedal that opens the lid so you don’t have to touch the trashcan.

I fell up the stairs walking to school today.

So Im sitting in class bored out of my mind. I’m in Modern Italy and my professor speaks English very well and I think he enjoys listening to himself say big words. I have already been in class for 5 hours now. Italian starts at 8:30 and goes to 11:00. I was so hungry so we went and got some pizza for 1.40, pretty expensive for the amount we get. Then we went to painting. Man it is so cold outside all I want to do is go home to my bed.

Our painting teacher is crazy. She speaks a little English and is just hilarious. We just did quick sketches today. At the beginning of class she pulled out a box and told us it was surprise number 2. So we all huddled up and got close. Then she took off the lid and I was staring into the empty eye socket of a dead bird, great surprise.

Painting is at the university so there are Italian students there. They all seem a little different. I am just hoping I meet some sweet Italians soon.

I’m in such a bad mood because im exhausted, cold and hungry. We go get more pizza because we don’t have time before our next class, the one I was trying to stay awake in.

Modern Italy is like 100 minutes of death. I mean it was interesting but its such a long day.

I attempted to grocery shop. I think I have enough pasta to last me 3 months, which isn’t bad considering I only spent 12 euro.

I bought myself a chocolate bar and ate it on the way home. It made me feel way better.

I made spaghetti, again….

I just want to sleep. I think im going to, yep ok bye.

p.s. I tried to take the Italian placement exam today, whoever reads mine is gonna think I’m retarded. I just went straight from the test to the beginner class. Ha…