And this little black sheep ran all the way to Rome
I won't lie, being here has been a bit of an adjustment period - but I also just realized I am only on my second full day. So, lets all just back off a little and give me a break. Only kidding, I have been annoying the shit out of most of you with my highs and lows the past 48 hours. But, today I started my Italian classes and hopefully that will help regulate everything. Anyways, about the class. Holy shit! Let me tell you this post originally had a much more aggressive, much less PC title. (Hint: The Black Sheep is Totally F**K'd) There was ZERO english. When I told my mom about this, she kindly reminded me "thats why it is an immersion program." Fair enough, but still, that was a real slap in the face. I guess this is what I signed up for and there is no better way to learn than having nothing to say and listening to everything. Also, did I mention I am literally the only American? I have never felt like a more uncultured ass in my life. This is probably the least amount I have spoken. Ever.
As I wonder this city, and I literally mean wonder because I rarely have a clue of where I am, I started to notice something that reminded me of this game my dad likes to play on road trips. We hold our breath as we drive through tunnels to see who can last the longest, and that puta always wins... Little did I know this game would turn into a real life skill. There were so many different smells from the people on the train, the bathroom at the cafe, and the gypsy begging for money - It took everything I had not to audibly gag. Don't get me wrong this is an incredibly beautiful city. But, I don't shower that often and I feel like a clean one.
Ciao until next time.
PS: shoutout to one of my favorite humans of all time, Rachel Massey. She sent me this hilarious buzzfeed article you should all read if you have time. It gave me one of my favorite lines "pee myself to death". So gross and so graphic but so so funny.