Ciao a tutti!
Today has been a typical day. I.e., It's been fantastic.
I woke up, ate breakfast, worked on Redeemer New York's Study of the Gospel of Mark, took a shower, read a bit of Marcovaldo, and headed out the door for the Uffizi. I chose to wear my favorite European-esque black cropped pants, a flowy white, cap-sleveed shirt, a vintage black belt around my waist that was once my mother's, my red glasses, and my silver gladiators. I have YET to go to the Uffizi on my own, so I headed to the office to reserve tickets for Thursday morning. Turns out that with my student pass, I don't need them! From there, I headed to Piazza della Signoria to people-watch, then headed around the backstreets. Lovely, lovely.
I started to notice something odd. I walked by myself, so I was much more in tune with passerby's. On my way to meet up with friends at the market, I was hit on...I received several "Ciao Bella"'s, the "chh chh" noise, and even a few "Hi"'s from the creepers that could tell I was American. I was thoroughly confused. I figured out that the belt high around my waist must have ACCENTUATED my curves, and that, no, it wasn't my face that was looking exceptionally fresh and cute today (I was even wearing my glasses, so it COULDN'T have been that).
When I got home after class, I opted to take off the belt and replace it with my corduroy jacket before heading to the library. At least it was a self-esteem boost for the day.
Market time with Olivia, Sabrina, and Meredith was definitely a plus in the day. I bought dried fragole (strawberries), ananas (pineapples), and bananas, and ALSO haggled my way into getting a huge stalk of celery for solo uno euro. The vendor sighed while weighing it and decided to keep my bid for a euro. Grazie! For lunch, I scoured the huge market (which is the one place in Florence where almost only all Florentines still gather) and found a cute bread and meat place for uno panino. Mmmm. For two fifty euro, I bought a panino con salami toscani e pomodori secchi in olio. Delizioso! Worth it. Authentic tuscan food. Mom and Dad, this will definitely be a destination for your trip.
My friends and I parted ways, and I dropped off my purchases before heading to Italian. Povre Nada was sick with a cold (as is every other pupil at FUA...including me), and she did not wear a crazy outfit today. Sigh. Her congestion did not really affect her high-pitched voice. Impressive. She looked like she was on safari: Brown safari shirt, white jeans, cute closed-toed tan shoes, and a precious little scarf tied the European way.
After class, I took a nap until our maid Olga came, chatted with her in Ital-glish, then headed to the library. Really, it's my favorite place. There's a fresco on the wall across from where I sit. No big deal. When I came home, Jess was already making dinner: Chicken, mushroom, cheese, and rice-stuffed bell peppers! So good. We decided we need a nice glass of white wine, so I offered to go down the street and get some. It was on sale: 1.78 Euro for a well-balanced young wine. I came home, chatted with Leyla, and let her look at the bottle because she knows a good deal about wine. She asked for a sweater from the closet, so I opened it and searched. "AHHHHHH!" Jess was squatting in the corner and jumped out at me, scaring me half to death. She's been watching a ton of "Scare Tactics" this week and researched different pranks to do on her roomies. I can tell this is the start of an eventful semester. Apparently, I did the "Scared Shake," jumping back with shaking hands semi-raised. Yep.
But dinner was great! Then I got to Skype with my mom for a really long time! It was great to talk to her...I love that woman. She's exhausted from being at the hospital so much with Mama, and also her father was put in the hospital last night. She's so strong. We got to talk about life in Macon and also their upcoming trip here. I can't help but already make plans for it.
God has been so gracious to us; Mama is doing better! I don't want to say too much, but she is feeling better and has been able to drink a little. Praise Him, Praise Him! Please continue to pray for her and to say a prayer for my sweet 90-year-old grandfather, PaJoe.
On a lighter note, my flickr account is full and I can no longer post pictures with my bloggings. Check out all my pictures on Facebook, though!
Buona Notte, i miei amici.
Firenze, Italia
The Ponte Vecchio (the Old Bridge) in Florence across the Arno River. This bridge is about two blocks away from my apartment.
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