We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the bustling, beautiful streets of our new city, indulging in everything along the way (gelato, biscotti, cappuccinos, etc). I befriended one barista (do they even call them that here?), who taught me how to say “how do you say”, which is really the most practical thing to learn in Italy when you don’t know even enough to attempt to speak the language. They get so pissy if you speak English (understandable), so the Golden Ticket is to ask how to say what you really want to say.
Example: While in H&M, asking a sales lady how to say “pea coat”, because then she knows what you are looking for without rudely making her cross the language barrier that is technically your problem, not hers.
Anyways.
Eventually we were hungry for dinner, and while I could have happily continued my pizza/pasta binge, Jordan decided she HAD to have…Chinese food. Our taxi driver was a little confused when asked him to take us to find this particular cuisine, but still took us to what turned out to be possibly the best Chinese food I have ever eaten. The service, however, was terrible, and management clearly had distaste for Americans which was kind of disheartening as I am trying very hard to blend in.
After dinner, I was on my way home when I got notice that my other five roommates had arrived, and wanted me to meet them at a sandwich shop near our apartment. As three of them are friends in my sorority, I’d been excited for them to get here. Our happy little family of six chattered away until rounds of shots were brought over to us from the shop owner. If they make 151 in Italy that tastes like winter fresh maple syrup, this was it, and I was not a fan.
Today was long and grueling school orientation, which I won’t even waste words on. What is worth mentioning, however, is the blackberry dark chocolate gelato I got afterwards :) Ciao for now!
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