So my first weekend in Firenze was a blast. Yesterday, I woke up and went to get breakfast with Amanda, Becca (my roommate), other Becca, Lizzie, Katie, and Lauren. We wanted to go to a place next to the duomo so we could just stare at it in all of it's glory. After that, the girls and I went wandering all over the streets of Florence to see what the city has to offer. What does it have to offer, you ask? SHOPPING. Everywhere. Stores. Shops. All. Over. I honestly don't know how all of them can stay in business because there are so many. Luckily for me, I've got enough will power to restrain myself from buying anything and everything. I'm trying really hard to spend money solely on food and traveling, so we'll see how long it takes before that one flies out the window. At one point we got gelato from Grom. It was my second time at Grom, and I think I can officially say that I'm really not that impressed and probably will not be going back (sorry, Philly). My dinner was one of the cutest experiences of my life thus far (big statement, I know). We all decided to stay in for dinner, so we went back to Amanda's apartment and everyone contributed to our cute family-style dinner. I brought some ravioli with ricotta cheese, but I didn't actually cook it myself. Lizzie cooked it while I drank some white wine...I think I like that arrangement best. The dinner was delicious and the company sweet. We plan to make it a weekly tradition, so we'll see if that plays out. After dinner we planned on going to this place called Space, but ended up going somewhere different to meet up with other girls from the program. The club: YAB. My "How to Meet European Men" book said that YAB was the place to go if you wanted to meet rich Italian men. Needless to say, it was first on my list. Rich Italian men? Ummmmmm, yeah. Not so much. We go in (after getting to skip the long line because we're American-nice!), and the place was PACKED. The money and older Italian men with their ritzy drinks weren't flowing as I had expected. It was more along the lines of lots and lots of young Italians from the ages of about 16-26. Of course there were some Americans and some old people thrown in the mix, but for the majority it was a pretty poppin' place. We had to pay an 11 euro cover charge, but at least it included a free drink? So we danced, met up with the other girls, and had a good time. Then we decided to go to a different club. Along the way we ran into several groups of Italians because the city really comes alive Saturday nights when the Italian stallions are on the prowl. And lemme say, once the Italian started flowing out of my mouth, it would NOT STOP. I was just spittin' out rhymes like it was nobody's business. Even when I would speak English my r's were rolled. Some Italian guy came up to us while we were walking and said something I couldn't understand. I retorted with, "Sei pazzo! Sei pazzo!" (you're crazy!) to which he replied, "Di te." (for you.) Ho detto, "No. No di me!" (i said, no. not for me!) as I walked away and left him in the dust. Can I consider that my first time to be an Italian heartbreaker? I knew those stallions would have to be careful with me. I ended the night at a discotheque called Full Up with some different girls from my program. I danced with a really cute guy....from California. Of course. The first guy to ask me to dance in Italy wouldn't be Italian. Oooof course. He kept trying to speak with an Italian accent, though. Finally I was just like, "Dude. I already know you're not Italian, so you can stop trying now." My sweet friend Nicole tried to do me a favor by asking the DJ to play my jam (Katy Perry-Teenage Dream, duh.), but he didn't speak any English so he ended up playing "California Gurls". Close, but no cigar, Leonardo. Best part about Italian discotheques? They close at
Today? Pretty uneventful, but still. An uneventful day in Florence is better than most eventful days in America. Suck it, Americans. First day of school tomorrow. Schedule? 9am-6pm, including Photographing Florence, Italian, and Italian Cinema. Sweet.
"Yesterday's history. Tomorrow's a mystery. Today is a gift-that's why they call it the present."
Ciao, i miei amici.
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