My sincere apologies for my past week of silence, but, as they say, good things come to those who wait. Google tells me that I have over 550 page views on my blog, so either I have truly loyal fans or my mother has discovered the refresh button (hi mommy).
Here are a few pictures to give you a quick tour around my beautiful apartment:
The view from my window. For those uncultured readers, that is a prime view of St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican City. I may or may not have known what the building was before I got here. I also may or may not have known that ciao means both hello and goodbye in Italian (they clearly copied the Jews with that one).
My bed, permanently unmade and girlishly styled by my landlord Rudolfo. To describe him best, I quote the end to one of his emails: "It true, I do not speak English, but they are a phenomenon with google translator. Hello, Rudolfo." Cutie.
The kitchen, the site of our 10 person dinner party last Wednesday (yes, believe it or not, I have friends!). Let's just say we still have yet to do the dishes.
Even though I have yet to start classes, Italy has taught me some incredible life lessons. These include:
1. Never assume something is free. Bread (3-4 euros), sitting (3 euros), standing (1 euro), water (no tap water, 4 euros/bottle) and maybe even breathing are not free here.
2. Foreign men do not react to polite forms of rejection. Even a stern "fuck off" can be followed by an attempt to make out with you through a forceful grab of the face. Try your best to stand your ground - something I just couldn't do when a man in the Florence leather market tried to lift and caress my leg (claiming he loved my boots).
3. The application of deodorant was obviously not carefully explained to most Italian men. They prefer their natural must (a pungent, lethal body odor).
4. Set an alarm or you may miss extremely important events - such as half of orientation
5. Maps never lie about directions. People do.
Next I will write a more detailed summary of the carbs I've consumed and give you all the details of my weekend trip to Florence. But if you will please excuse me, I have two more episodes of Homeland to watch before school starts tomorrow. Finding out if Sergeant Brody is good or evil clearly takes precedence over mapping out my route to school.
Ciao Bella!
Sammy Soks
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