Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
That is, if P Diddy feels like death all the time. Ho sonno!
I have a tendency to fall asleep late at night, instead of at normal people times like 11 pm or even midnight. This translates into some pretty brain-dead Tracey moments in class the next day, and is only exacerbated by the fact that my roommate and I have been obsessed recently with trying to find cheap hostels (a surprisingly stressful and time-consuming activity).
I haven't really been able to comment/read any of my flist as much as I would like to...unfortunately enough I'm pretty much constantly exhausted, between staying up, class, studying/compiti (homework), and walking all over the city. But here's something I found in Florence that reminded me of all of you...
Ma! It's the fin de la settimana, or end of the weekend (can you tell that I'm pleased that I am learning Italian? I can't believe that I knew 0 Italian just 2 weeks ago!), and that means I get to sleep in and relax for once. No weekend trip this time--I haven't the money or the energy for any of that. Instead, I'll be sleeping in on Saturday and visiting a museum in Rome, then going to the Vatican and a market on Sunday, since the Vatican is free on the last Sunday of every month.
Florence, by the way, was a-maze-ing. Though to be quite honest, I'm very glad that I'm studying in Rome and not there...it's definitely less urban/busy, and a smaller town. There were some gorgeous buildings and wonderful, wonderful people though. Still, Rome is where my heart lies.
I didn't have gelato today, but I did stop at a kebab place about a block away from where I live. I bought a 'doner kebab', which is basically like a pita flatbread full of deliciousness. The meat was super tender and there was an amazing conglomeration of vegetables and sauce--cucumbers, onions, lettuce, radish, carrots, and greek cucumber yogurt sauce (do you know what I'm talking about? I'm so the opposite of eloquent) and a spicy sauce. All in all, it was amazing, especially the last bit of pita, which had, by the time I got to it, soaked up all the juices and sauces, and was just heavenly.
Not going to lie, I left this post sitting here for almost the whole evening and just got back to it now, at almost 4 in the morning, after going to a super-fun wine and cheese get-together (SO much wine was had--we finished 3 HUGE bottles of wine amongst 7 of us) and then to a club in the area. I'm drunk and I have one thing to say: Italian men are creepers. I have never been so felt up/accosted/sexually harassed/uncomfortable in a club before, and the worst part is that it's not even the specific club we went to--they're just like that.
Anyway, sad topic. I thought Italian men would be gentlemen. I did meet one chill guy but he was 26 and I forget his name, so obviously he didn't make enough of a real impression. I want to skype with someone but no one's online. I should go to sleep anyway, since it's 4 in the morning. I leave you with this photo of Ponte Vecchio in Florence/Firenze...
I have a tendency to fall asleep late at night, instead of at normal people times like 11 pm or even midnight. This translates into some pretty brain-dead Tracey moments in class the next day, and is only exacerbated by the fact that my roommate and I have been obsessed recently with trying to find cheap hostels (a surprisingly stressful and time-consuming activity).
I haven't really been able to comment/read any of my flist as much as I would like to...unfortunately enough I'm pretty much constantly exhausted, between staying up, class, studying/compiti (homework), and walking all over the city. But here's something I found in Florence that reminded me of all of you...
Ma! It's the fin de la settimana, or end of the weekend (can you tell that I'm pleased that I am learning Italian? I can't believe that I knew 0 Italian just 2 weeks ago!), and that means I get to sleep in and relax for once. No weekend trip this time--I haven't the money or the energy for any of that. Instead, I'll be sleeping in on Saturday and visiting a museum in Rome, then going to the Vatican and a market on Sunday, since the Vatican is free on the last Sunday of every month.
Florence, by the way, was a-maze-ing. Though to be quite honest, I'm very glad that I'm studying in Rome and not there...it's definitely less urban/busy, and a smaller town. There were some gorgeous buildings and wonderful, wonderful people though. Still, Rome is where my heart lies.
I didn't have gelato today, but I did stop at a kebab place about a block away from where I live. I bought a 'doner kebab', which is basically like a pita flatbread full of deliciousness. The meat was super tender and there was an amazing conglomeration of vegetables and sauce--cucumbers, onions, lettuce, radish, carrots, and greek cucumber yogurt sauce (do you know what I'm talking about? I'm so the opposite of eloquent) and a spicy sauce. All in all, it was amazing, especially the last bit of pita, which had, by the time I got to it, soaked up all the juices and sauces, and was just heavenly.
Not going to lie, I left this post sitting here for almost the whole evening and just got back to it now, at almost 4 in the morning, after going to a super-fun wine and cheese get-together (SO much wine was had--we finished 3 HUGE bottles of wine amongst 7 of us) and then to a club in the area. I'm drunk and I have one thing to say: Italian men are creepers. I have never been so felt up/accosted/sexually harassed/uncomfortable in a club before, and the worst part is that it's not even the specific club we went to--they're just like that.
Anyway, sad topic. I thought Italian men would be gentlemen. I did meet one chill guy but he was 26 and I forget his name, so obviously he didn't make enough of a real impression. I want to skype with someone but no one's online. I should go to sleep anyway, since it's 4 in the morning. I leave you with this photo of Ponte Vecchio in Florence/Firenze...