Buongiorno! Well... I guess I can only say that if you are reading this in the morning. I have been in Italia for a week now. The beauty has s
urpassed my expectations. I seem to find it in everything here; in my timely, arched window that peeks at the duomo, in the scent of hot waffles that wafts through the street market, in the undeniable emotions that envelop the street statues, in the rich taste of gelato that melts in the mouth and in every unexpected encounter with someone new. I have gained some new bonds with people on this trip that I hold close and am eager for the experiences that I will have with them. I am feeling ready to lose myself in this art-filled city and find the hidden treasures that only the locals know about. I have already made my first feat at the café, when I was sipping my café 
latte at the bar and the waiter offered me a seat at no charge (in Italy there is always about a triple charge to sit down to eat or drink). When I am more confident with my Italian, I hope to finally get to know the Italians that I interact with daily. I share my apartment with four other women. We are all still settling into life here and building up our leg muscles with climbing the ninety stairs to 
our apartment. The light that floods in through the windows makes it all worthwhile though, and besides, it gives us an excuse to eat more gelato. Every day holds a special gift. I have discovered that Tuesday mornings there is a street market filled with fresh food, animals, clothes and knick-knacks, and on Thursday mornings the flower vendors set up along the street my school is on. Of course I walked the whole row and then went back to select a bouquet of narcissus. Tomorrow I am off to visit Santa Croce with my art history class. My instructor is actually an artist and focuses on the piece of art first and then fills in the history. My other classes include Philosophy, Italian Language and an Italian Life and Culture class. Besides missing my loved ones, life in Florence has been amazing. I’m sure that the rest of my trip will continue to prove this true.
urpassed my expectations. I seem to find it in everything here; in my timely, arched window that peeks at the duomo, in the scent of hot waffles that wafts through the street market, in the undeniable emotions that envelop the street statues, in the rich taste of gelato that melts in the mouth and in every unexpected encounter with someone new. I have gained some new bonds with people on this trip that I hold close and am eager for the experiences that I will have with them. I am feeling ready to lose myself in this art-filled city and find the hidden treasures that only the locals know about. I have already made my first feat at the café, when I was sipping my café 
latte at the bar and the waiter offered me a seat at no charge (in Italy there is always about a triple charge to sit down to eat or drink). When I am more confident with my Italian, I hope to finally get to know the Italians that I interact with daily. I share my apartment with four other women. We are all still settling into life here and building up our leg muscles with climbing the ninety stairs to 
our apartment. The light that floods in through the windows makes it all worthwhile though, and besides, it gives us an excuse to eat more gelato. Every day holds a special gift. I have discovered that Tuesday mornings there is a street market filled with fresh food, animals, clothes and knick-knacks, and on Thursday mornings the flower vendors set up along the street my school is on. Of course I walked the whole row and then went back to select a bouquet of narcissus. Tomorrow I am off to visit Santa Croce with my art history class. My instructor is actually an artist and focuses on the piece of art first and then fills in the history. My other classes include Philosophy, Italian Language and an Italian Life and Culture class. Besides missing my loved ones, life in Florence has been amazing. I’m sure that the rest of my trip will continue to prove this true.
ciao !!!
ReplyDeletegood tale. not bad for a yankee....hahahah
trust in me for your italian full immersion...
antonio, gardashire, italy. go on ciao ciao