Perche e' meglio in Italia.
The funny thing about life here and me misunderstanding and being misunderstood is that the times when I don't understand one bit of what an Italian is saying is when they are trying to say something English or American that I should know.
Hertz rent a car just called. I had to ask who it was 5 times because it sound like airtz... what is airtz?
"Ard wrawk cafe" Hard Rock Cafe
"Ard wrawk cafe" Hard Rock Cafe
Adriano asked about my cousin. Didn't hear cousin, just heard, do you know "serayna fally".
I CA-KNOW... I K-NOW... I KNOW...
Talking about American television with the roommates... Conosci "Crick"? Referring to Dawson's Creek.
Many other American actors, movies and television shows that have been referenced in conversation have gone completely over my head. They seem to know more about American media than I do. It's embarrassing.
In general this week has been kind of a slow one, but it has been quite fun in its relaxed state. Now that I'm starting to write, I realize more things than I thought occurred this week. Sunday night I drove back with the Di Legges stuffed between Patrizia and Adriano in their small FIAT Punto. Fun! They were going to drop me where Patrizia lived, but luckily I noticed we were driving past my apartment when we entered Rome, and I quickly blurted out Puoi lasciarmi al'angolo? So they left me on the corner of Via Catania and I walked 100 yards and was safe in my room, and I immediately called Nonna saying everything was tutto okayy :)
Monday, I got up and went to work. Francesca was out for the day, so it was a little lonely in her office. I missed her speaking Italian to herself and singing while she works... that's where I learn all these random vocabulary words. Valeria got me at lunch time to come eat with them, and Giuseppe joined the regular crew to dine in the sala di reunione. Quite the interesting lunch... talked about the price of condoms (Giuseppe thinks its ridiculous), and we got into women's rights and their disadvantage in Italy. Valeria was heated and going off on all of the men, and I was just sitting there agreeing. Great lunch!
I left the office early because I didn't have any more tasks to complete. Got home around 5:15, went on a run, nearly died, showered and went down town to walk around for a while before meeting up with Pedro again for dinner. This time I was prepared to tell him a restaurant I wanted to eat at that wasn't a chain restaurant like Rossopomodoro, and I was hoping he had brought his old blackberry to use. Waltzing around the center I went into numerous supermarkets hoping they were selling the 150 unita d'italia glass nutella jars that turn into cups once your done because Lexi's had been confiscated in the Rome airport when we left in March. I had NO luck finding them anywhere, only plain plastic jars, or plain glass ones, aka not fun. Then I went to meet Pedro outside of the Feltrinelli in Argentina, and he gave me his old blackberry wooo. He suggested a place to eat "Pizza Rè", a place which I refused to eat at. Suzanne and I had eaten there during the World Cup game last year and the Caprese salad we got had green tomatoes. Probaly decent just for drinks, but wasn't about to eat dinner there, so I made him come to the Jewish Ghetto where we ate at Ba Ghetto. I put my SIM card in the blackberry and wooo it worked as a normal phone! Then we ordered, a bottle of red wine from Terracina, I got fettucine cacio e pepe and he got gnocchi alla sorrentina. I was a little upset cause he said he was getting the pasta that I had wanted to get fettuine al quattro formaggio con funghi, so I changed my order because I have a problem with people ordering the same thing at dinner... seems dumb... and then I ordered before him and he ordered something different after me! ARG.
Anyways, we ate, paid, then went to walk around. We went to the bar in Piazza Navona where he works, I met some of the people he works with, used the bathroom, got some water then we walked back to Argentina to get the tram to go to Lungotevere. I think its dumb waiting for public transportation when you go 2 stops... but we did anyways. Then I was tired so he took me home. The night was just so-so. The pasta I had would have been delcious had I like spicy things!!! Anyways its a moot point.
|Dinner w/ Benedetta|
After dinner I made sure all was set for the next day and that I was keeping organized, then I went into the kitchen and said ci vediamo piu tardi to Marta and Benedetta, then I went out to walk around Trastevere. I walked around for a while, then plopped myself on the stairs of piazza across from Ponte Sisto. There I just sat and watched people, listening on the Italian conversation, the occasional embarrassing American. Just as I was about to get up and head back home, I noticed two blondes who looked rather familiar, and before I could catch myself I was yelling "EMILY NUSS!?" And low and behold, it was Emily Nuss, her sister and father, using their GPS with downloaded Italy maps trying to get back to their hotel. What a small world! We chatted for a few minutes, then they said goodbye, I sat down for a little while longer. Went to get myself a Nastro Azzuro to enjoy on the steps, and then I walked to Argentina to get the 62 to go back home. I was in bed by midnight, resting up for the big day ahead of me at the beach! ha.
|Brioche and Cappuccino @ Mizzica, nom|
I headed toward the metro at Bologna at 9:40, and got to Termini well in time for our 10:00 meeting time. I waited for him and his sister and hour at the train station, lucky for me that meant I was able to see someone else I knew (kinda) in this small world. Waiting for Adriano at Termini, I saw a block U shimmer on a pair of someone's lacrosse shorts at the station. I did a double take then realized, indeed, it was a Union College block U, then I looked up to see the face attached to it, and realized that I had seen this kid walking around campus before, but had never formally known him. So I walked up and started a nice and awkward conversation with him and his family, and how I noticed he went to Union... yadayada yada. His family was very nice, and they were headed to Firenze within the hour to conclude their vacation. Brian Solinsky is his name, so I facebooked him on my blackberry while I waited for Adriano at the station.
|One of the pools at the beach|
Lunch was awkward, and I slept most of the day, overall I was happy to be able to have a day off and enjoy it in the sun. I wanted to head back early because I wanted to go out and walk around in town and get dinner on my day off too, but I had to wait until 4ish to get moving, because Adriano ate 1.5 sandwiches and he wanted to go in the water one more time, but he couldn't go in until 3:15 because he ate 1.5 sandwiches. Literally, I said I was going in, and it was 3:00 and he stuck by his rule despite it being 95 degrees. Crazy italians. Then he took a 40 minute shower after the pool and then we finally got moving. Quite the beach day!
|Band Playing in Campo dei Fiori|
|Band along the Lungotevere|
When I got home I chatted with the roomies for a little then resided to bed. Thursday at work was going to be like another monday after my day off, but tease like it was friday. Rough! Work ended up going by quickly though and not boringly. When I got home I made nonna's zucchini she had sent me back to Rome with, Benedetta was moving out the next day and said she didn't have any food, so we split the zucchini and ate together. Then I asked if she wanted to come walk along the lungotevere with me later, and she agreed. At 9ish we went to walk to the bus stop and rode the bus to Argentina and then the Tram to trastevere. We talked back and forth, english and italian, went to find a place to get a pick me up caffe and then some dolci. The nightlife was hopping, so many people were out, and there was a nice oldies coverband playing at one of the bars down along the river. Always good entertainment in Rome in the summer.
|Gettin our Caffe'|