Woke up this morning and went with ISA on a little field trip to the Cascine Open Market. We had to walk a ways, and it turned out to be on the exact same grounds as the Democratic Festival this weekend! It's one of the only wooded places in Florence and apparently a lot of people go there to run. I'll admit I just don't really enjoy running... I'll jog when I'm at home to stay in shape, but while I'm here, I'm walking several miles a day and I consider that my exercise. Who needs cardio? ...
The market had stall after stall of fresh produce from local farmers, deli meats, regional cheeses, shoes, sporty jackets, crappy make-up, underwear, women's clothing, fake flowers, exotic flowers, and kitchen supplies. I was really tempted to try out a panini from one of the stalls, but I came back home to try to save some money.
I sliced a baguette and put olive oil, swiss cheese, and salami on top of each portion and them put them on top of the rack in the toaster oven. After a few minutes I looked through the glass and saw a huge flame...."oh my, oh my, oh my..."...then I turned off the oven and just started praying that the flame would go out. Eventually it did, and only a little bit of smoke exuded when I opened the glass. Phew. I started freaking out when I couldn't remember what you do for an electrical fire...flour? Or is that what NOT to do? Oh well. It turns out some of the cheese melted and fell into the burner part of the oven. Yeah, from now on I'm just going to put it on some tin foil.
Then, it was time for Italian class. Always entertaining. Alexi shared that it was his birthday, and when I freaked out he shushed me - he gets awkward when people start making a big deal about it. So, to celebrate we're all going to go eat dinner at this cheap/really good pizza place on the Oltrarno we've been hearing about called Gusta Pizza, then go to a chill pub and play some cards. Very typical and the best way to have a good time with friends.
Today in Italian, we learned how to ask where something is, where someone is from, and the correct endings for adjectives. So I haven't technically learned anything yet. Nada was of course wearing an interesting outfit again. One of these days I'm going to have to take a picture of her. Otherwise you probably won't believe this is real. She wore a black ensemble with sandals. Black linen-ish trousers and a black sleeveless shirt that buttons in the back. Oh, and her shirt was see-through. And she was wearing a white bandeau bra. Completely purposeful. Rings, a necklace, and two different dangly earrings. Crazzzzyyy. But awesome.
Now, I'm going to go with Leyla to do some homework at the library! Whoop!
Please keep praying for my grandma, Mama, who's still in the hospital in Macon. Buon giornata!
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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