Ok so I just took my first Italian nap. Get this shit. I was so tired I could hardly walk, so Alyson and I decided to take naps before we went shopping. In my dream We had to re make some sifi movie. This lady who was supposable my student teacher for a year and a half in elementary school, came and got me and I packed my pakpak and as I walked up the stairs all my stuff was falling out of, like my bra, in front of all these people. Then we were all in a hallway and the main character was walking up and down between everyone lined up on each side of the hallway, giving some weird speech I was told I couldn’t talk or laugh, so I decided to take out my fishing pole (in the hallway and fish) I caught this rock bass/ piranha, and its started to freakin freak out like blah chcom chomp blah ahhh chomp chomp. It was wiggling and flopping ferociously, I immediately started to scream. I side clung to the wall and everyone looked at tme and the main guy joked at me in disgust for ruining his movie. I ran from the fish but kept holding on to the pole. I then dropped it in the main piazza of Macerata. When I came back it was silent, then I thought it would be a good idea to wake up.

My apartment is cold

I cannot believe I survived the day. I have my first car ride within the walls of Macerata, now you have to understand the city roads were built for donkeys, not stick shift cars. Filiberto gave Carly, Alyson and I a ride to our apartment, which is just outside the city walls next to the Ostello. It is on a hill so our back balcony looks out onto the rolling hills of the countryside, it is beautiful.

One thing about Italians is that they are really strict with heat and over night guests. The government regulates the hours a place can be heated. Heat can only be on when a person is home and its is discouraged to sleep with it on. Then in order to have an overnight guest the land lord must me asked and if they do say yes that person has to be registered with the police.

Our apartment is really big long hallway. The first room on the right is a full kitchen, then a storage room and bathroom on the left. Mine and Alyson’s bedroom on the right. Our room is on the east side and we have a balcony so it’s really sunny. Carly’s room is next on the left and at the end is our living room with a 10 inch TV, three chairs and a small table. We do not have any couches or comfortable furniture to discourage overnight guests.  

My room mates are cool. Carly was here last year so she knows a ton about everything here so she is our personal tour guide, and she cooked for us. Alyson is awesome too. Super chill and hilarious. He mom is French so she is fluent and she speaks some Italian. She is the one that got us our bottle of wine last night.

They are both jealous of my sleeping back because it is so cold and my bag is so warm. I wear it around like a snuggie.

The mail is really slow. Last year a kids parents sent him a package in August and wrote him a note to not open it before Christmas. He got it after he left the program in March.

So we had a hard time finding an Italian adapter, no wonder, the plugs vary withn our apartment.

Filiberto likes to take us on really long walks around the city and overload us with information. I have not retained much. He and Angela are kind of like foster parents to us, taking us under their wings. They are so caring and helpful, two very amazing people.

I think I want to grow my eyebrows out. This may be an awkward month for me.