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My right ankle is killing me. Despite eating Nutella at least twice a day, my clothes and my jewelry are all looser. I walk and walk and walk and walk. And you know what? I love it.
So far I’ve seen the Vatican (where two priests had me take their picture and I spoke a little Italian with them), the Trevi Fountain, the Spanish Steps, and many other beautiful buildings. I’ve had foul fish pizza and delicious pizza margherita, located about two shops apart. Classes start Monday and while I am excited for that, I’ve loved the sightseeing.
I live on a little hill and every morning I walk to school, passing by about three delicious smelling bakeries, as well as an incredible open-air market. Speaking of the market, last night some of us (not me, don’t worry) were inspired to cook dinner. 13 people worked together to create bruschetta, salad, pasta, panetone, and of course wine. Mid-way through our preparations, we realized that we didn’t have enough tomatoes for the sauce. The shops were all closed and disaster (or at least sauce-less pasta) looked inevitable. And yet…I threw on a coat and a couple of other people and I ran down to the pizza place next door to visit Amadeus, my Italian boyfriend (he’s probably in his 40s). I walked in and he smiled and said “Ciao bella”. My friend explained that we needed tomatoes and Amadeus was good enough to sell us some for 2 Euro and a little bit of my dignity.
Tomorrow we go to Umbria. Should be awesome, especially since the day includes a 4-hour, 15 course meal.