Right. So apparently I am horrible at keeping up with this thing. Lack of motivation, mostly, not lack of material. It’s a new semester, and has been for about a month now. However, I feel as though every week is the first week of school. Homework has been fairly non-existent, so it’s pretty hard to believe that we’ve actually started new classes. Am I really complaining about a lack of work? Slightly. I mean, coming home with nothing to do is getting a little old. I’m not looking for a huge paper, but maybe something to do? Possibly?
Pros to a light workload: TRAVELING! My goal this semester is to go on as many trips as possible without a.) damaging my health because of lack of sleep, b.) failing all my classes and c.) wiping out my bank account. So far so good (with the exception of my depleting funds. Anyone care to donate to my worldly travels?)
After our school trip to Sicily, where we lucked out on weather but went a little crazy with all the tours we went on, I set right out on planning out my last few months here. (That is quite weird to say. Have I really already been here for 5 months?) Our first weekend back, our destination was Rome. We completely lucked out with our hostel, having found it for a mere 25 euro per person for two nights. Sounds sketchy right? I will admit that it was incredibly out of the way (when we forgot to buy bus tickets to get home after going out, we ended up walking over an hour – at 3 am- through Rome to get back to the hostel) it was probably one of the best places I’ve stayed in while traveling. Our room was huge, we had our own private bathroom, free internet, a fridge, a TV with a DVD player (which came in handy when our feet refused to move the day after our late-night Roman trek), and wonderful hosts. Upon our arrival, the owner went out to buy us cappuccinos (and chocolates) and had them delivered to our room. Talk about a warm welcome! If you ever go to Rome, I HIGHLY recommend the Sleeping Beauty Hostel.
The perfect welcome to Rome
After Rome, it was time for a weekend at the beach. It was off to Alghero, a seaside town in Sardinia, Italy. It was a VERY early start, leaving my house at 4 am on Saturday morning (rough), but completely worth it for a weekend of relaxation. When we arrived, we felt immediately welcomed to the area. Seriously.
Now, I had heard that there was a difference between Northern and Southern Italians in terms of their hospitality towards foreigners, but my weekend in Sardinia was the first time that I was really able to pinpoint them. First off, we have been living in Florence for about 5 months, but have yet to make any Florentine friends. They really want nothing to do with us, unless it’s 2 am on a Friday/Saturday night. Other than that, nothing. Conversations that we try to start go nowhere and fizzle out within seconds. Even when we ask questions from people on the street (directions and whatnot) we seem to get mostly single syllable answers, or are spoken to in English -even when we initiated the conversation in Italian. In Sardinia, however, when we asked 2 gentlemen for directions to our hostel, they literally accompanied us there, speaking to us in Italian the whole time. Typically some of the other girls can get away with seeming Italian, however I ALWAYS stick out like a sore thumb. Tall, blonde, blue eyes -I scream American. (Or apparently German, according to the son of one of our directors.) I’m not sure if it’s because the Sardinian’s didn’t know English or what, but they all spoke to us in Italian – a very welcomed change. It was refreshing traveling somewhere and having our Italian language skills be appreciated. The woman who ran our hostel (another wonderful place to stay if you’re ever in Sardinia) gave us a wonderful complement, telling us that our Italian was very good, and that we should be proud of ourselves for being some of the few Americans who come to Italy with knowledge of the language. Most students who come here don’t know any Italian, and then hardly try to learn it while here. I am so thankful that Smith requires near fluency to come to Florence. It allows for us to at least try to make connections with the Italians, whether it’s within our host families, people on the street (we’re still working on that one…) or with a lovely woman running a small hostel in Alghero. My weekend there really made me appreciate the Smith program, and how hard I’ve worked to get myself to this point of near fluency.
Unfortunately, we forgot to take any pictures whatsoever.
The next weekend, aka last weekend, we headed off on Sunday to Venice for Carnival. This was my fourth time in Venice, and every time it has been filled with tourists, but this time it was completely PACKED! I’m talking the kind of packed where we could have picked up our feet and been carried through the streets with the crowd. It took us about 10 minutes to get through the main piazza, something that usually takes about 45 seconds. It was ridiculous. We went there with a student group based out of Florence called “Florence for Fun.” Never again. We left that morning at 7:30…or we were supposed to, but ended up not leaving until after 8. Then, once we arrived to the place where we were to take water taxis to San Marco, Venice’s central piazza, we waited for another hour for our boat. When we finally got to the center, we had missed the main event for the day. The rest of the day walking around by ourselves was fun, getting to see all the elaborate costumes and masks that people had put together for the event. It really felt as though the whole city had been turned into an amusement park – from the 1500’s. We spent the day wandering the area, going to the Doge’s Palace, staring at masks until we FINALLY committed to buying one, and drinking caffé corretto, cappuccino with a shot of Bailey’s. Perfect for warming up on such a cold, rainy day. I would have been fine with the waiting in the morning, if that had been the last of our upsets with Florence for Fun. However, when it came time to go home, we waited an hour and a half for our boat back. Now THAT was ridiculous! I had told my host family I would be home around 10 pm, but came strolling in around midnight instead. A long day, indeed. Next time, I think we’ll just plan it on our own.
The mask makes all the difference. Too bad everyone looks ridiculous in them.
This weekend is being spent at home, wandering around the hills behind my house and going to my first Florentine soccer game on Sunday with the other Smithies. Monday I begin my classes with the University of Florence. Instead of just taking one, as is required for the year abroad, I have decided to take two, mostly in order to get out of a History of Fashion course that I wasn’t too thrilled about at the Smith Sede. It’s going to be a lot of work, but I’m ready to fill up my days with something a little more productive: Italian Literature, mostly Manzoni’s Promessi Sposi, and the History of the Unity of Italy, which seemed appropriate as this is its 150 year anniversary. This week is going to be a change, but hopefully a good one. We’ll see!
And now, back to planning more travels, and a gluten-free dinner for tonight. Home alone with the kitchen with permission to invite people over equals the perfect time to try cooking something delicious. I tried making a cake last night that turned out disastrous (why does all my food always burn on the top but stay raw on the inside? Puzzling…) Hopefully this will go better. Wish me luck!
Music for today: Swimming by Florence + The Machine