First off...Happy Birthday, Lexy! Because I am still lacking a social life of my own, I tagged along with the family this past weekend pretty much the whole time, with the exception of Mass Sunday morning. I suppose I could have gone and crossed my Protestant arms in front of the priest to receive a blessing during communion; however, to avoid an awkward encounter I chose not to attend and slept in instead. I’m really good at posing as a Catholic in America but wary about doing so here. Friday we went to Valentina’s parents’ house up in the hills of Florence. Woah. Absolutely amazing. They have lemon trees. Now I’m aware that lemon trees grow in America; however, they do not grow in my grandmother’s backyard. I know it’s weird, but I thoroughly enjoyed them. To make a long story short, the house is amazing. I could definitely get used to that. Eventually I want to take pictures, but I abstained this time around. We ate lunch there on Sunday and then ventured to a country fair. Valentina warned me that Americans probably wouldn’t consider this fair very exciting, so I didn’t know what to expect. Well, I’m pretty sure one can find an event like this in any small agricultural town in America. There were chickens, cows, sheep, donkeys, pigs, food booths, and families. I became a little confused and began to believe I was in Mississippi again. Once I heard Italian being spoken instead of Southern slang, I reassured myself that I was, in fact, in Europe. It was an amusing experience. The piglets were cute. I could have done without the donkeys and sheep. We ate dinner with another family at a pizzeria near the location of the fair. This family also has an au pair, but she is British. We are supposed to be meeting soon so maybe I can have some sort of chance at a social life. Don’t get me wrong…it is amazing and wonderful, and I am having the time of my life; however, the girls go to bed between 7 and 8 every night so that counts them out of coming to the bars with me. On a side note, I hope I know the people who read this thing. Otherwise, I have a fear Chris Hansen from Dateline is about to show up at my door with cameras and questions because he wasn’t able to pick up on the sarcasm. I’ll try to scrounge up better stories for next time. Maybe I’ll go to Mass and cross my arms. Until then…
Peace. Love. Martin Luther.
3 comments:
I miss you Melis. Don't worry "amen" is universal so you can act like you believe in transubstantiation and take the eucharist and no one will know the difference. I think 5 years of Catholic schooling entitles you to it for a lack of not feeling awkward. P.S. There is a fabulous shoe store where I bought my cowboy boots at the back right corner of the duomo when you're facing the front of it. I know cowboy boots in italy, but trust me they were cute. Also, got to a restaurant called Bibo across the Ponte Vecchio and order Grappa. The manager will fall in love with you and then, you can stumble home. Also if you go on youtube and type in posting slideshows on blogger, you can put your pictures on your blog. Your Nerdy Tech Two Piece Prom Dress Wearing Friend loves you, and Geordie misses you too. Last night we were driving Rachel home from dinner with Michele and Kelly and he talked about how he wished you were here. P.S. You remain his favorite. Sometimes I think he likes you more than me, but I understand why. Love you.
you should have known you were in Italy as opposed to Oxford because the "football" team there actually wins...get it...Italian soccer team, Ole Miss football team...dammit sorry
hey gul. just wanted to say give it two weeks....you will have plenty of people to go to the bar with. and when you go to the bar...there will be all kinds of study abroaders, backpackers, and other Mary Poppins like you!!!!!! I MISS YOU!!!!!!!!! keep the posts coming
love, mary cile
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