Summer School
Harry
Long story short, there's a guy on this trip who is identical to
Harry Styles. Therefore, we're taking as many creepy pictures as
possible just in case it's really him.
The Jungle Book
Sunday, when we were
in the Villa Borghese, this group of teenage Italian boys walked up
behind us throwing out super nice compliments.
they looked a lot
like this:
mixed with this:
After luring us in
with phrases such as “ohmygahhh so beautiful”, “your teeth
ohmygahhh so white”, and “ohmygahhh, bella, what's your name?”
by seventeen year olds wearing leopard skinny jeans toped off with
Italy shaved into their heads, I heard Sydney say BACK OFF very
firmly.
I turned to her to
see her arms tucked behind her with a strange look on her face. One
of the classy men then wrapped his arm around Syd and jokingly
apologized while the rest of the hyenas began yelling “beautiful
legs” from behind.
One mature child had
flipped Sydney's dress up while his impressive friend snapped a
picture.
My bestfriend is
famous.
Single Men
You know what I'm talking about. When couples travel together, they
have two options for saving memories: selfies or single pictures.
Obviously, we're in an extremely touristic town, therefore we've seen
a lot of these awkward incidents. To keep the memories alive, we've
imitated the men and their famous poses.
Reasons Why You
Don't Wear A Maxi On Windy Days
One Option
After Sydney's dress incident Sunday, it was time for us to conclude
the day and head home. Being almost 4 miles from our apartment, we
decided to figure out the public transportation for a free ride home.
Worst idea we've ever had.
Without knowing where it was headed, we hopped on a bus that took us
a good extra mile from home. Frantically, we got off, looked around,
and headed under the city to ride the subway somewhere. Anywhere. We
just had to get out of the jungle park.
The subway took us to a place that looked close on the map, but we
when got back above ground, it looked a lot like Mississippi. Again,
we hopped on a random form of transportation, this one being a tram.
As we passed the Colosseum, looking beautiful lit at night I might
add, we knew we were getting close. Wrong. We ended up almost back
where we started at the beginning of this adventure.
Unsuccessful, we jumped off that tram in an area that looked a lot
like Kansas (7 wrong decisions don't make a right). As soon as our
last tram left, it got extremely dark and we only had one light pole
to read our one map and figure out what our next decision was. Our
best idea was to run to the next thing with wheels that came our way
and cross our fingers that it would take us home.
After riding to who knows where for about 20 minutes, we settled to
using our well educated brains to ask someone that looked like they
knew at least one sentence in English. As soon as we said our
neighborhood, the man's eyes got extremely big and he stated very
clearly “get off this tram”.
Oh snap. The angel the Lord sent us said move.
At the next stop, our sweet angel said for us to get on the opposite
tram 14 and ride it back to the main terminal and then get on the H
bus. 14. H. 14. H. 14. H. Got it. Only problem? It was 10:15 and the
public transportation stops running at 11pm. Oh.
Why haven't we called a taxi yet? You don't call taxis in Rome, you
just find them parked on the streets and slide in. Why haven't we
found one yet? WE AREN'T EVEN IN THE CITY. We probably weren't even
in Europe.
The driver of tram 14 was the second angel we encountered. He didn't
speak a lick of English, but thankfully Anna had a small book with
simple Italian words and they figured out what our plan of action
was. We had one option: get off tram 14 at Termini and run on foot
north to bus stop H.
Bus H brought us straight to our street where all four of us
immediately laid on the ground and licked the super clean street.
Parade?
We've been pumped and planning for Republic Day ever since we found
out it existed (last week). We wanted to wear all red, green, and
white, paint up, have beads thrown at us, eat good food, and drink
fun drinks.
Republic Day means nothing in Italy. Well, it means something but it
doesn't mean anything like the Fourth of July does in America. Sydney
best described it as Italy's Memorial Day. Thank goodness we didn't
paint up because the locals didn't even wear their country's colors
to their own parade.
NO FO TO
In my Arts and Gardens class, our teacher, Emilio, took us to the
Musei In Comune to see the Michelangelo exhibit. It's against the
rules to literally breathe there so I decided to go above and beyond
and snap a picture for proof. Basically, I almost went to jail.
Tomorrow is my birthday and we're traveling to Ostia Antica, Italy with our drawing class. After class breaks, my roommates and I are staying at the beach for the afternoon then headed back to Rome to celebrate my twenty-first, first anniversary!
This weekend, the whole group is going to Florence, Italy. Our professors scheduled tons of optional things to do and passed out sign up sheets to see how many are interested. Besides all of the major, must-see things in Florence, several of us signed up to do several studio visits, visit the Uffizi Gallery, and see the Gucci Museum (a museum based on branding - perfect for graphic designers!). I can't wait to see what this upcoming weekend getaway has to offer.
I'll be twenty two next time I post, so maybe my writing topic will be more mature.
But probably not.
