Around 11pm two nights ago, the sky cracked open and let all hell loose.
Lightning and thunder like I've never expierenced before kept me up all
night long, I had dreams about earthquakes. So, for the past few days we've
had rain like in dinosoar movies, where all the people die. It's awesome.
I think I'm in love with my italian teacher, Anna. She's not only an amazing
teacher, she some how has managed to wear a different outfit every day that
matches compleatly. No joke.
I have another teacher who is the devil incarnate. Yesterday, everybody
decided to skip her class, and me being a total pushover and bent on
learning at least something (what else is there to do on a rainy day
anyway?) I went to her class. During one of the breaks , however, I went
into a bar ( that's what they call cafes) with two older women in my class,
and they totally ditched me. Moral #1, don't trust older women who are over
50 and seem sweet in class, but will back stab you the first chance they
get. So, whatever, I'm independent and don't need them to get back to class.
Right? So then I went back to the room, and there was some other class in
there. They all turned around and looked at me like a total weirdo when I
opened the big creaky door. I searched the entire pilazzo, all 5 or 6
floors, including several long stair cases, and after a half an hour, gave
up . This building is absolutly georgious, frescos you''d see in a meuseum
in every classroom, a view of the entire vally for 50+ miles out of every
window, but I swear, the building is e-v-i-l ... So I say fuck this, and
I'm going home. My class has dissapeared, I know I just wasted 3 hours cause
she doesn't take attendence till the end of the day, and she's really boring
anyway.
I call for an elevator. It finally comes, I step in, the doors close, and
the lights go out. For the next 5 min, I'm pushing buttons in the dark, and
kicking the door. I take a deep breath and start looking for my cell phone,
so I could at least have some light- it's hard to get reception in that
icebox. Then magincally, the doors open, and I run for my life. If cars were
aiming for me on my way home, I wouldn't have noticed. The happy ending is
that I went to a party later, met some awesome people, and then went to some
other friend's house, who are italian, and spent the night talking about
everything.
Well, I thought that would be a good dramatic story to start off with. Last
weekend I went to Cinque Terre, which is a region with 5 small towns
incrusted into the shore line on the western coast. I loved the place, but
I went with a school group and they were a total bummer. I had no idea how
many serority girls were in this program, and that the legends are true.
The beach was absolutly amazing, everybody lays out in their bikinis on the
rocks at all hours of the day. The light there is absolutly golden-I came
back totally tan with a face full of freckels. It kind of blows my mind how
different it is here , even the sun. When I was in Rome, a huge
industrialized city, I was still able to see stars, and the full moon.
It's hard to meet punks here, because they don't really exist. There is this
one huge creepy guy with a lot of piercings and a scary looking dog that
walks around, but I'm scared to talk to him for obvious reasons. Plus, there
is no need- italians are totally fun and really liberal.
In order to get away from the before mentioned imbarassment to Americans, I
decided to learn italian really fast, and so I've been hanging out a lot
with Italians. I tried taking them to a party at the house of one of my
classmates, and they were totally creeped out, and people were really rude
to them. I try to get people in my program to speak italain to me, even just
like, ciao, come stai, and they give me a look. I still can't get over why
people come to italy, and don't try to learn italian, or get to know
italians, and maybe, possibly, learn about the culture. Even in the dance
clubs, the prissy girls only talk shit about italians who want to dance with
them. I think this is totally insulting. I just wish they could get it
together, stop complaining, and have a good time. These are just my
observations, it's really interesting to see how people in other countrys
view americans, and why.
Allora, I'm not letting it bother me too much, I've having a blast.
I love speaking italian, the music of the language is so beautiful, no
wonder everybody here seems to be in a good mood all the time. Everybody can
pick up on the spanish accent though, I've really got to work on that. I'm
having trouble because my friends know that I speak spanish, so they will
try and speak italian, english, and spanish to me. I can't tell which words
are italain or spanish, or if I'm screwing up, because they understand
without correcting me. At least I don't feel like we're playing sherades
anymore.
I've been wanting to buy a guitar, because it's really easy to get shows
here cause there are so many bars, but the guitars are so expensive, the one
I want has an inlayed fret board with birds and flowers, but it's like 350
Euro - probably worth every penny, but quite a commitment when you're trying
to budget for the next 3 months. I'm thinking about it. I've been saving
tons of money by cooking at my house or friends houses. It's more fun too.
Plus it's italy, everything here tastes good.
I might go to Rome this weekend with some italians. They really want to go
around and see all the sights, I guess it's like living in sf and never
seeing fisherman's warf. I think the colloseum will be more interesting than
that though....
Well, I know that this one was long too, but I hope I answered all yer
questions. Please write me, I will write you back. Getting your emails makes
me really happy. I just like doing these long ones every once in a while,
plus, it's a rainy day.
love,
megan
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