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I'm so glad you want to spend some time reading my tales. I document my adventures and time as I adjust to life in Italy. Hope you have a nice stay!

The Black Sheep is Settling In

The Black Sheep is Settling In

Ciao. Hello. Buongiorno. Good day. 

After last week's mildly depressing tale, you are in luck this week. Today's post is far more positive. Because, guess what... Jet lag is a total bitch and once you get over it life is great. For those of you who aren't aware, I have group class in the morning and private lessons in the afternoon. Both are taught by really beautiful Italian men. This has been both a blessing and a curse. Obviously their presence is mildly distracting, but it definitely has it's benefits. No, this is not about to get racy. Since they are so beautiful I don't want them to think I am a complete moron so I've practicing my Italian and am already much better in these two short weeks. But make no mistake, I still have a long long way to go. 

Over the past week I have had many adventures and I am struggling on which one to focus on for this tale. And, honestly knowing were I was a week ago I am so freaking happy I actually have things to report this time!

For my first weekend abroad I decided to go visit my friend Brooke in Germany. Holy pretzels and beer is that place cool. I wasn't really sure what to expect but it far surpassed all expectations. And, as a fresh "expat" it was good to spend time with such a dear friend. The whole trip was incredible and I almost peed myself to death from laughing so hard. But, my favorite experience was called summer sledding. We were basically the Jamaican bobsled team in Germany. And, honestly, the black sheep turned pig and I squealed the whole way down. 

Once back I finally felt brave enough to really start exploring. Luckily, Romans are crazy religious (shout out to my parents) and the whole city was shut down on Wednesday for St. Peter's Day - which meant no school. So, as a bunch of "kids" whose only job is to learn Italian and explore life in Italy, we naturally went to the beach. Well... to put it lightly it became a true black sheep story. What as supposed to be a very calm relaxing day at the beach definitely had some very extreme moments. The day started with a little bump. We expected more trains to run to the beach but unfortunately they only run every hour. We missed the first one by 2 mins. So, okay that sucks, but whatever. Then 2.5 hours later we arrive at the beach, get our chairs and settle in to the sweet sounds of the oldest Italian man I've ever seen whose voice indicated he has smoked 3 packs a day for the past 30 years yelling " COOOCOOOO BELLLLLOOOOOO". I was in heaven. Everything was fine until the G.D. way home. We spent around 40mins between 3 streets just trying to figure out where the bus was, because in true Italian fashion no one had any idea. Anyways, we finally make our way on to the bus - not the original plan - and I swear sardines had more space. As I tried not to focus on the fact that every single part of my body was touching multiple other humans, I suddenly felt this creepy street vendor starting to make circles on my shoulder with his fingers... I died. Just as I was about to go ape shit on him I suddenly here a German guy from my class scream, and I do mean scream STOP THE BUS! STOP THE BUS! STAAAAAAAAAAP. I can only kind of see what is going on, but my whole class exits the bus so I just follow the group. When we exit the bus I realize that one of the girls we were with passed out because it was so hot on the bus and is completely out. A million things start running through my head and I've suddenly realized I have no idea how to call an ambulance in Italy (don't worry everyone this has been corrected). And then the bus pulls away and a million more thoughts run through my mind. It starts to circle. Holy shit what do I do? How do I call an ambulance? Oh f**ck I think I am the oldest here, how do I get everyone home? WHAT DO I DO? Then suddenly Sara (passed out girl) starts to open her eye's and laughs. She was suddenly on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and circled by all of her classmates. Truly a scene out of a movie. From there nothing else mattered. Not even the next three hours it took to get home.  

Anyways. Those are the two main highlights over the past week. But, even as I write this there are huge fireworks being set off outside my window. So, who knows what this next week will bring. All in all, the black sheep is finally starting to settle in.  I promise to post again next week, but in between check the photoshare and instagram for additional updates! 

Ciao!! 
P.S. Shout out to one of my all time favorite humans, Rachel Massey. She sent me this hilarious buzzfeed article, which I highly recommend if you have time and enjoy my sense of humor. It brought me one of my favorite lines, "pee myself to death." So gross, so graphic and so funny. 

The Black Sheep È Molto Caldo

The Black Sheep È Molto Caldo

And this little black sheep ran all the way to Rome

And this little black sheep ran all the way to Rome