For everyone who had already taken Italian there was a placement test to see how much we remembered. I was handed a sheet of paper that I was supposed to fill in as best I could. Exhausted from not sleeping the night before I practically miss spelled my name, and forgetting that in Italia they write the date day, month, year wrote the date wrong as well. I wasn't off to a good start and it wasn't going to get any better. After staring at the sheet of paper in front of me for about three minutes overwhelmed by the Italian words I did NOT understand I decided to bail on this whole placement test idea altogether. I got up from my seat and not all too quietly walked over to the professor in the middle of the small room and explained to him that I really did not know anything and needed to be in with the beginners. Slightly embarrassed I handed him the blank placement test and walked out of the room to talk to the director of the JMU program and our on site faculty member, Dr. Onestak, who were talking outside. I again explained to both of them that I had only taken one semester of Italian over a year and a half ago and that I really remembered nothing and should be placed back in with the beginners. I got a friendly and joking "Good job Claire, way to have paid attention." from Dr. Onestak as I was shown to the classroom with all the beginners. Three of my housemates laughed as I sheepishly entered the room and took a seat at the front of the class.
I apparently remembered more that I had thought because I knew half of what our teacher went over but was glad to have a refresher course instead of one were I was in wayyy over my head.
After Italian a group of us wandered around Florence and grabbed panini's for lunch before my room mate and I headed back to our house to take a much needed nap. With no more classes I had to attend that day I PASSED OUT exhausted from the night before. I have no idea exactly how long I slept for but before I knew it my classmates were back from there classes later that afternoon.
Around five o'clock four of us decided to take a walk and took a 2+ hour self guided tour of the city. I brought my camera and took over 200 photo's, often times having to run to catch up with my house mates whom had gotten tired of waiting for me and had started to move on knowing I would eventually follow.
A few photos from our walk:
Apparently not owning a horse has reverted me back to a horse crazy child because I now feel the need to touch just about every horse I see, including these poor over worked carriage horses. I must be deprived, because under normal circumstances I would never have felt the urge to even approach let alone pat EVERY single one of them (there were four). I feel like I'm 6 again begging for pony rides.
We went to an out door marked and I bought a cashmere scarf I had haggled down to 10 euro. I don't think I got a deal however as the vendor wasn't all that reluctant to sell it to me at that price.
We got home to the most amazing smell filling our apartment, dinner was almost ready. Since my and Monica's (my room mate) room is the biggest it has been designated the official hangout spot. All six of us slowly gathered in my room to await dinner and tried to wake Monica, still asleep from her afternoon nap.
The meals here just keep getting better, as we had more pasta for our first course and the most delicious turkey I have ever tasted for our second. Our host mother and her live in boyfriend excused themselves from the table after dinner as the six of us continued to talk about everything and anything for the next hour plus.
Around 11 we decided to go get some gelato, or as we have (in our house) made the noun into a verb, we went gelating. This city never sleeps, tons of people were still up and walking around, and they weren't all teenagers either, at 11 and I had heard other italian's who live in our building arrive home from a night out at 4, 5, 5:30 in the morning the night before. I love it!
At some point during the course of the day my housemates came up with the brilliant and fun idea to talk in different accents everyday, I think to try and convince other tourist and Italians that we were actually from that country and not America, or it was so if we were caught doing something stupid (which we SO never ever will do, yeah right) people would think 'ahh Dumb (insert nationality here:)' instead of 'dumb Americans'. Okay, you caught me. So there really is no real point to our different accents but it sounded like a cool and fun thing to do. We'll see how long it lasts. Today was English accents, and as we went 'gelating' the girls in my house practiced their British accents. It made everything SO much more amusing.
After a failed attempt to meet up with other kids from our program to go 'pub' hoping, Jeff (one of my house mates, and the only one who wanted to go out drinking) and I headed back to our house and hung out with the other four until about 1AM, laughing, planning weekend trips, and for some of us speaking in accents the whole time. I showed them my Skizu Rock-it Pockets Video that everyone found entertaining and played music until everyone finally decided to head to bed.