16 Days...
Then I can leave.
When I arrived here, I met these two german girls, Anna and Sara. They had both studied at Perugia previously and were back for just one month, moreso to party than to study. They always spoke badly about italians in general, specifically perugians, but seemed to really like Perugia. I didn't get it. They always complained and yet seemed to enjoy themselves tons. Now, I get it.
L'Italia, mi piace. Gli Italiani, detesto io.
I like Italy. I hate Italians.
Why do I like Italy? It's beautful, the food is yummy, the history is rich, the art is incredible, the music is unparalleled, the cinema and theatre are entertaining, and above all, the language. I love speaking italian and thinking in italian, reading signs in italian and eavesdropping on italian conversations.
Why do I hate Italians? They're apathetic, lazy, self-motivated, narrow-minded and above all - cold. Although it is worth noting that in the region of my ancestors, Le Marche, they are less cold, but still cold. It's the constant coldness that is the source of my sadness here. The other things irritate me, annoy me, piss me off, but they don't make me sad.
That about sums up my feelings.
When I arrived here, I met these two german girls, Anna and Sara. They had both studied at Perugia previously and were back for just one month, moreso to party than to study. They always spoke badly about italians in general, specifically perugians, but seemed to really like Perugia. I didn't get it. They always complained and yet seemed to enjoy themselves tons. Now, I get it.
L'Italia, mi piace. Gli Italiani, detesto io.
I like Italy. I hate Italians.
Why do I like Italy? It's beautful, the food is yummy, the history is rich, the art is incredible, the music is unparalleled, the cinema and theatre are entertaining, and above all, the language. I love speaking italian and thinking in italian, reading signs in italian and eavesdropping on italian conversations.
Why do I hate Italians? They're apathetic, lazy, self-motivated, narrow-minded and above all - cold. Although it is worth noting that in the region of my ancestors, Le Marche, they are less cold, but still cold. It's the constant coldness that is the source of my sadness here. The other things irritate me, annoy me, piss me off, but they don't make me sad.
That about sums up my feelings.