I am have so many things to talk about about but very little continuity so I will try and make things interesting but I cannot promise any smooth transitional sentences (*cough* sorry heather).
I am covered in bites, before you your knickers in a twist, no they are not the fun kind. They are the itchy, hard lumpy kind. There are these beastly warrior mosquitoes here that give bites the size of quarters and look like raised welts..... And they are everywhere. A legitimate question someone asked me was if I had slammed my hand into a door. I look leprous. Thankfully my face has been spared, but not much else.
Speaking of my face, I have been so good about what I have been eating, I am actually a little proud. I have no self control when it comes to a fresh ball of mozzarella some crumbly goat cheese, feta, Gouda, or even some cheddar I could go on for a paragraph about all the wondrous cheeses in the world (BLUE CHEESE) sorry. Sometimes I get excited about cheese. but its not good for me. Ok, but really, I have been in the land of fabulous cheeses and I haven't eaten any! (ok that's a lie I had a ham and mozzarella sandwich this afternoon) BUT I have been here for a week and managed to eat only one dairy product? You have no idea how hard it is to ask for my food sans formaggio (without cheese) I am like that bummer guy at the bar who asks for a nonalcoholic beer, people give you that look. You know, the "I am going to humor you but whats the point" look. Sigh, but on the bright side, THEY HAVE SOY MILK! Which I had convinced myself they wouldn't, so now I can have cereal! Which is exciting, this country is not friendly to the dairy-impaired sorts, but I have managed so far. They are sorbettoes at the gelaterea's which makes me happy, I only get to pick from maybe three flavors instead of twenty, but its still! It's gelato that I can eat so I'm a happy little camper.
And then I found five euro.
Italian pickup lines range from the poetic (you dropped my heart) to the obscene (I don't think I can in good conscious even write some of the things they say). I find them quiet hilarious, and really want to know how often they work.
I was hanging out in Santa Croce when a very obviously drunk bum came up and started talking to me about life in full Italian. I didn't under stand everything, I have a rough time understanding everything when I hear small Italian words and it was fast-slurred-drunk Italian. He was just lonely, he chatted about his life on the streets and how he had many bum friends who he was meeting up with later. He gave the advice that girls should make men sweat for it, and not give it away. You know, I didn't exactly ask, but sure. I don't usually take advise from people who have been living on the street's for 10 years, but.... Stranger things have been said. In all honestly I don't mind talking with different people, people I do know, and people I don't. I often find that most people, given the right opportunity will jump at the chance to tell you their story. The old man on the plane sitting next to me(HR rep for the UN who was going to Italy to do a training seminar), the girl who helped me carry my luggage(picking up her puppy from her parents to bring to her new apartment), my waiter at the first restaurant I ate at here(moved to Florence on his own from his parents house in Calabria to try and make it on his own). They all had stories, and they were fantastic. I wish my writing skills were a little better, I used to try and write the story lines I had swirling around in my head down, but I could never hold on to them long enough. In my closet at home I have notebook's and loose leaf's covered in partially formed stories. I love thinking of different stories and reading stories.
Yes. This is my bowl-o-awesomeness. I am sure the guys at customs where skratching thier heads about what crazy person would pack 200 packets of Snapple..... (I am still accepting more donations). But you can't find this stuff here... I dont even know if Italians know what Snapple it. And a year without Snapple is a scary thought. Long story short, anyone who decides to send me Snapple will be my best friend.
Lobsters mate for life.
So for the past three days I thought I lost my camera charger but as it turns out I just pulled a mom and tucked it away in a safe a secure spot that had yet to be determined. I found it this afternoon , inside a box that was inside a box. I was ecstatic! So I am charging it now for hopefully some fun shots in the future!
I am really liking everything I am doing, the people here are wonderful, all the kids are excited and any turbulence that I have faced can be answered with at least I am whole, I still have my passport and credit card. I got to Skype for the first time yesterday which was fantastic, everyone needs someone, for a little bit I was afraid that over here it would just be me and that I didn't get to have someone's while I was here. But after talking for a while with my friends and parents on Facebook, Skype and email, I realized I still have people, those people are just slightly more far away than usual.
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