The "I'm tipsy and loving life" entry
Trip Start Aug 28, 2009
23Trip End Nov 24, 2009
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The last week went by so fast, with not many classes and lots of free time. I had the last lesson on Thursday, which is when I wrote my last entry (The random thoughts entry-if you haven't read it yet, I beg you, stop reading this one and go to that one, because I'm pretty proud of it). I didn't need to be at school until 4 so after I finished eating my delicious bargain of a breakfast (all you can eat cereal, fruit and coffee for only 4 euros!) at The Diner, I wandered into a bookstore and ended up buying "The Time Traveler's Wife." I brought it to the Piazza Santa Maria Novella and sat at the foot of one of the statues, reading in the sun, and looking up occasionally to marvel at the fact that I was spending the day in Italy. ITALY. I think that was the first time it really, truly hit me. The whole day I was so deliriously happy I again thought I would cry. It probably helped that I was buzzing on two cups of coffee. Walking through the bookstore it was all I could do to not touch every single book in there. After reading until the storm clouds moved in, I went home and sat in front of my window with the cool breeze gently blowing in, writing in my journal, and watching the rain eventually start to fall. It was the best day I'd had in Florence yet.
Friday night was our weekly class party, and it was cocktail party themed. I wore a dress, and heels, which made me about 8' tall, but it felt good to dress up. It was fun but what started as a fantastic night ended on a lesser note. I came home around midnight expecting to get lots of beautiful sleep, but apparently the Italians above me had other plans. They partied til about 3 in the morning, which pissed me off so bad I even got out of bed, wandering the hotel and creepy dark staircase in search of the noise violators. I wrote my mom a furious, "I'm tired but can't sleep cuz people are being so loud and I don't know what to do after next week because I don't have a job or place to sleep and I'm stressed out" email and finally fell asleep.
Saturday Meghan and I walked around the Italian flea market and I wanted to buy everything, but 1. I don't have the money for it and 2. I have no idea how I'd get it all home. But it was fun to see all the random stuff. We went back to my place and picked up Anita and came across a bookstore from which I left 7 euros less and 2 books more (Memoirs of a Geisha and embarassingly enough, The Host...yeah...it's the book from the author of the Twilight series...). We went to a postcard stand that has old ones that are unique and awesome, and then we wanted gelatto so I bought fig (the author of Eat, Pray, Love can't get enough of fig-I thought I'd try some), and it was freaking MASSIVE. It cost me 6 euros. 6 euros! That could have gotten me into a museum. Ridiculous. There was a band playing, so we listened for a bit and then I was so tired from my angry non-sleeping night before that we took the rest of the day off. Sunday Meghan and I went to the Duomo service, expecting the Gregorian chant to be a bunch of old guys in robes, but it was actually a group of 5 or 6 normal people who sang out of key. Needless to say, it was pretty disappointing. The rest of the day was spent on "studying" (I use that term loosely-there was a lot of movie watching and reading, with some studying thrown in between) for the test today. It was Meghan's birthday, so I bought her a chocolate bar, and her candle was a hard spaghetti strand that we caught on fire. It was pretty much the most random/unique birthday she's probably ever had!
Today was the test, and I think it went pretty well. Afterwards I felt so lazy I did pretty much everything but prepare for my last two lessons. Sometime during the last week I did find a job, an au pair with the most adorable family in Italy in the north near Milan, and I am so stoked. They live in a tiny town in the country, and I just got done talking with them on Skype. I can't contain my excitement. I could go run around, even with my laptop bag hitting me in the leg, through the streets of Florence, although I wouldn't get far cuz there are too many intersetions and cars. So I'd look pretty crazy. But that's how excited I am. Earlier John and I bought a cheap bottle of wine and went out to Piazza Santa Maria Novella (which is my favorite place in Florence fyi) and just talked, and that is how I got to be tipsy and loving life. I wish I could say I always feel this way. But if I did, then it wouldn't feel so special I suppose. Oh well. I am happy now, and that is all that matters. I am so excited to move I have already started packing. Oh life! How I love thee.