Allora... I've been in the land of amiable motorini drivers for over a week and all is well.
Today was the first day of classes. Since I live pretty far from Centro (the center of Florence) the bus ride takes upwards of 20-30 minutes to get to and from class. Sometimes we take random buses just to see where they go. (Not recommended late at night by oneself)
Confession: I've succumbed to the temptuous delectability peering behind the glass of Florentine boutiques. Only twice so far... January is the time for mega sales. Fear not. I've satisfied the stylish monkey on my back for now.
I'd like to coin the term PDC (public display of creepiness), and then describe a situation where on a very spacious bus, some guy rubbed my pant leg with his own. Ok, I just did. A few days ago, two men wearing pantaloni troppi stretti (toooooo tight) beckoned our group of ragazze from across Piazza San Marco. I'm on my toes and try not to draw too much attention to myself. But I guess the neon colors I wear don't contribute too effectively to reaching that goal.
My host family is INCREDIBLE. Every meal has been gustoso (very tasty) and full of Italian language enlightenment. I've been diligently noting new words and phrases. Every day I learn exponentially more Italian. wooHOO
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