So when I got back to my apartment after the walking tour, I saw semi-unpacked luggage in the living room and a guy asleep in the other bedroom. About ten minutes later, Giuseppe, my other roommate, had woken up from his nap and came in to officially meet me. (We’d been in contact in the states. He is a volunteer EMT and firefighter, so unless I’m really stupid, I’m not dying in Italy.) Really cool guy but very brief first impression since he ran off to go to registration. When he came back, Henk (who is teaching me Portuguese phrases) and I went with him to meet some friends from Stonybrook and their roommates.
We went out to dinner, where I had an insane “Fantasia” pizza that came out with peppers, mushrooms, artichokes, capers, ham, and hot dog. Which of these does not belong? But it was surprisingly good. And wine and bread that deserved each other. The wine was neither sweet nor dry and the bread had no taste. After dinner we got some delicious if overpriced gelato ($7.50 a cup) and went barhopping, but none of the bars were anything special. One was an “Irish pub” without any bear, another was completely geared toward American students, and the last was great but too packed to breathe. We did get free Spumante (Italian champagne) and free shots from a club promoter though. “Welcome to Florence!” But the night was still fun because I got to meet and get to know about a dozen people, some of them live a few blocks away from me. Some of them live downstairs – the girls we were looking for when we met the angry lady.
Yesterday was pretty good. I got up and watched LOST and then took a shower and went to school to pay some final fees. And to my surprise, I got a chef jacket and hat! Apparently I need them for some of courses. Now I just need to buy black pants to wear to classes with them. I was one of the several who showed up on time, so I got to leave pretty early. Jack, one of the guys from the night before and I left around the same time, so we went to run errands. (He’s my first non-roommate friend partly because he goes to Apicius, partly because he was the only person who knew his cell phone number, and mostly just because he’s a nice guy.) Sadly the central market was closed and the post office was out of the “permission slips” we needed to live here, but we still got a good walk around the city. We stopped by the grocery store to check prices and compare them to home and the market and then ended the afternoon at a café with sandwiches, and of course, espresso and cappuccino.
I came back just before ‘Seppe and Henrique arrived with groceries from the same supermarket I went to earlier. We were thinking about making dinner but then decided to go out with the girls from the night before for dinner, which was at I Ghibellini and amazing. It completely made up for the dinner the night before.
After dinner, we came back to our apartment to drink wine. Some of us opted for “Never Have I Ever” to get to know each other better. Then after some shots, we met up with the rest of the guys and girls last night at the same super-American bar but then left to taxi to a club. The club was fun but the cover and drinks were overpriced. Still a good night because of the people. I have everyone’s names straight now, and a few nicknames to match. I will introduce them into mi giornale soon I’m sure. ‘Seppe and I got home at four in the morning.
We went out to dinner, where I had an insane “Fantasia” pizza that came out with peppers, mushrooms, artichokes, capers, ham, and hot dog. Which of these does not belong? But it was surprisingly good. And wine and bread that deserved each other. The wine was neither sweet nor dry and the bread had no taste. After dinner we got some delicious if overpriced gelato ($7.50 a cup) and went barhopping, but none of the bars were anything special. One was an “Irish pub” without any bear, another was completely geared toward American students, and the last was great but too packed to breathe. We did get free Spumante (Italian champagne) and free shots from a club promoter though. “Welcome to Florence!” But the night was still fun because I got to meet and get to know about a dozen people, some of them live a few blocks away from me. Some of them live downstairs – the girls we were looking for when we met the angry lady.
Yesterday was pretty good. I got up and watched LOST and then took a shower and went to school to pay some final fees. And to my surprise, I got a chef jacket and hat! Apparently I need them for some of courses. Now I just need to buy black pants to wear to classes with them. I was one of the several who showed up on time, so I got to leave pretty early. Jack, one of the guys from the night before and I left around the same time, so we went to run errands. (He’s my first non-roommate friend partly because he goes to Apicius, partly because he was the only person who knew his cell phone number, and mostly just because he’s a nice guy.) Sadly the central market was closed and the post office was out of the “permission slips” we needed to live here, but we still got a good walk around the city. We stopped by the grocery store to check prices and compare them to home and the market and then ended the afternoon at a café with sandwiches, and of course, espresso and cappuccino.
I came back just before ‘Seppe and Henrique arrived with groceries from the same supermarket I went to earlier. We were thinking about making dinner but then decided to go out with the girls from the night before for dinner, which was at I Ghibellini and amazing. It completely made up for the dinner the night before.
After dinner, we came back to our apartment to drink wine. Some of us opted for “Never Have I Ever” to get to know each other better. Then after some shots, we met up with the rest of the guys and girls last night at the same super-American bar but then left to taxi to a club. The club was fun but the cover and drinks were overpriced. Still a good night because of the people. I have everyone’s names straight now, and a few nicknames to match. I will introduce them into mi giornale soon I’m sure. ‘Seppe and I got home at four in the morning.
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