well what do you know? here i am, writting on thursday...wonders never cease. The perks i suppose to doing this more often is that i dont have to strain my brain so much in remembering what i did in the days before, because of course there are less of them.
On monday my roomate Leah's mom flew in and we spent the evening out at a small resturant just to the side of the Duomo, and because of my meal there, i have started to have a very unique but very real concern. how can i eat pizza again back home? quite frankly, the average pizza in america is nearly terrible when i compare it to the stuff i have eaten here, and especially monday night. The crust is firebaked and the cheese is incredible. its not really the same food even. so, this brings me to the concerning issue of finding somewhere...ANYwhere in the states in which i can find something akin to the delight...and how i am going to avoid eating the american mockery of such a dish. i guess the fact that i have written an entire paragraph on it...should if it doesnt...show you the severity of this issue. mmmmmmmmmm. i think i will dream of that pizza for months. for my 22nd birthday this coming tuesday i have decided to make that the resturant of my choice for the evening.
Before any of that nonsese however, i spent the evening in the fine art studio at the (drumroll please) CAPA art show! Everyone's portfolios and final projects were displayed all around the building. and let me tell you....it was inspirational! ok. it was not. it was amusing and i think that the chocolate covered cookies someone brought was the highlight of my artistic experience there. it did however display how far we as CAPA students have all come. While during the first weeks we didnt know what to make of one another...now, as we begin to close the trip, everyone knows everyone and goodnatured hasseling and jokes echoed through the building. that i suppose however is to be expected.
On tuesday night Holly, Steph and i strolled off down the river in search of the xmas market we were adviced to visit. (that is after i attained my ticket to the Inter-Milan vs. Florence futbol game on Suday...yes. You read that right...INTER!) We meandered the city until we found the old train station illiminated with strings and strings of xmas lights ablaze. We paid the enterance fee to the dark building and upon opening the doors were welcomed to nothingless than a winter wonderland. Holly was nothing less than squealing with delight. It was more or less a glorified craft fair with vendors from all over. I failed to buy anything, as most of the decor stubbornly insisted on saying ''merry christmas'' instead of my desired ''buon natale'', but it was a good diversion. We even tried to sing along to jinglebells in italian..which by the way, didnt go very well and we conceeded back to english soon.
Wednsday for art history we meet at Pza. Signoria in front of the copy of Mich.'s David and proceeded to enter the Uffizi. Frank explained the strange adn complex concepts behind the famous ''Primavera'' by Botticelli, which (as it would be) was on the wall in front of us. The birth of Venus slightly to our left. Yup. this is Italy.
That evening i treaked to the Opera house once again to view an Opera. ''La Forza del Destino''. The lights dimed and the arms of the violinists raised in unison. Watching the pit from above was extremly impressive, the way the bows of the instruments dance together and the violent spuratic waving of the aged conductor. After the overturn the velvet curtain opened. For the next 3hours i have scarcly any clue what was going on...and at intermission i was the only person of our group of nearly 20 who stayed to watch the concluding half. Dispite my ignorance, i had a fantastic time. Giggling to myself at one point even as i watched the large overweight dark haired man dressed in elebortate costume bealting his part to the full house. An Opera in Florence, Italy. An there i was, stumbling over the words and eyes dancing back and forth over the action of the performers. I would like to watch another back home in America sometime...perhaps find one even in English. When the house let out i followed the crowds out the doors and down the staircase to the chandelier light lobby, and walked all the way across town back to my apartment. It was past midnight when i arrived, and after making dinner i fell into bed.
This wkend will be a quiet one. Steph and LIbby have packed their bags and once their last class lets out this evening they will board a bus to Interlochen. Leah and her mom are leaving for Rome in the morning, and then the apartment will be mine, something i am actualy very much looking forward to. I have shopping to do this wkend, xmas is on its way of course, and apparantly the dismal exchange rate just switched slightly to my favor and i must capitalize on it. Sunday, i will meet JP and a few tagalongs for the Inter game. We have been hasseling eachother all week in anticipation for such a big game. it will be great, and i am considering attending the event a birthday gift to myself....that along with those gorgeous italian leather boots in the shop window i keep passing.
ciao! -corrie
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