Went to Venice yesterday and all I have to say is that the girl from South Louisiana was officially hotter than she would have ever imagined. Seriously thought I was going to shrivel and turn into a prune. Total tourist trap, but beautiful. Five euros for a coke, ridiculous. Nonstop coachings with the maestro, who is Italian but speaks English with a half German and half British accent. Weird.
Made it into lower intermediate Italian, which basically means I can conjugate verbs and order food, and hoping to be able to finish harry potter 6, 'Harry Potter e il mezzo sangue principe' before I get home. I'm averaging a chapter a day, slow going when you don't know the language that well, but the most confusing part is also reading harry potter 2 in German at the same time.
Next weekend is the trip to Florence, probably not going with the group because bus travel still makes my stomach turn and there isn't enough drammamine in italy to make it go away. Besides, train travel in Europe makes me remember why I like it so much. Might go to Bologna, it's only an hour from Rimini, which, for those of you who have better map skills than I do, is 30km from Novafeltria.
Might have sunburned my lips. Going through an unusually large amount of sunscreen, every day with the SPF 30 trying desperately to not become the poached southern girl with bright pink skin. And to the DP, Lobello lip balm is my new cosmetic fix of choice. And I found the big cans of Nivea that are made in Hamburg. Funny, no?
No class today, elections are being held in the school where we take classes. Have a voice lesson in a little over an hour with the big wagner soprano lady. She's nice, but I miss the furry-eyebrowed man. MTV Italy is weird and on in the background. Freaks me out.
And let's not even talk about the phone sex channels on the television. You're flipping channels at 11:3opm, trying to find an episode of Charmed or Sex and the City in Italian so you can zone out and go to sleep, and there's some half-clad signorina shoving her booty up in the camera and saying 'ciao tesoro' into the microphone. GROSS. One thing I have to say is that Italian television is not not NOT subtle.
More on another day, gotta warm up for my lesson.
1 comment:
I stand by the labello with sunscreen. And can you tell a difference between the Made In Germany Nivea and the Made in Elsewhere Nivea? I heart.
Speaking of things made in Hamburg, I have some ridiculous 90s "rap"- I use the term loosely to define a genre that would also encompass someone like, say, Will Smith- for you at some point. Scary.
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