Alright let me think.
SO last Thursday I went to Rome to meet my Mom and MA. I love Rome. It's what made me want to come to Italy. I just think it's a fantastic city. You're walking around, shopping or whatever, and oh look, there's the Vatican and the Pantheon and the Colosseum. Cool. Casual. No big deal. It just amazes me.We basically just bopped around and ate amazing food (that I didn't have to pay for, thank you Jesus). And then I got to sleep in a real bed in a hotel with sheets that don't fall off in the middle of the night. Small miracle.
On Friday morning I got up and ran along the Tiber River. No big deal. And we headed to Orvieto, a small town an hour outside of Rome. We rented a car here which was interesting. Italians don't believe in stoplights, or following any traffic rules whatsoever. So here's the deal with Orvieto. Back in the day this priest had major doubts about the Eucharist and such. Then, during one mass, the Communion bled real blood on the altar's cloth. Everyone thought it was so amazing that they needed to build a church for the relic. So, this is what they came up with...
Let me tell you something. Sistergirl has been in more churches in the past three and a half months than she probably ever has in her entire life. I'm practically a church expert these days. But what's amazing about them is that all of them are so unique. And it really does blow my mind that someone could actually build and construct something so massive and ornate. Unreal.
On Saturday we drove to Spello and stopped at this little vineyard on the way. We rang the doorbell and this guy answered and invited us in and just gave us our own private wine tasting. Only in Italy.
Spello was beautiful and afterwards we went to Assisi. That night we headed back to Perugia. I was excited for my mom to see where I live and what I do here. It's such a great place. We ate pizza and eggplant parm, shopped around, walked to all the amazing views, and stayed in a beautiful hotel. It was so nice having her here.
Quick story: Sunday night we went to dinner at a place that I had never been to before. The menu was in fancy Italian, not the basic stuff that I know and no one spoke English there. In my broken Italian I asked the chef (who was taking our order) to bring us out his favorite appetizer. Ten minutes later the waiter comes out with, I'm not even kidding, a raw hamburger.
I am not a huge meat fan. And raw meat? Oh good God. So we tried a bite each. I'm not trying to be a baby here. And it was kind of nasty. The waiter cleared our dishes and brought them back into the kitchen, which has glass windows so that you can see inside. When he walked back in he said something and everyone started laughing and looking at us.
Hey buckies we don't eat raw hamburger in Amurica.
All of the sudden the chef comes busting out of the kitchen wondering why we didn't like his food and saying how good it is (Italians are offended if you don't eat every last bite). So then we became his little project. He was a food pusher all night. Kept checking on us to make sure we were eating. And we were! My mom got this chestnut soup that was DANK.
So here's the raw meat...
Monday afternoon after some pizza my mom and MA headed back to Rome to fly home and I headed back to school to do actual school work (yes, its true, I do have some work here)
And now I only have a week left in fantasy land. And just when I thought this dream life couldn't get any dreamier, my roomate and I threw a Christmas party for our program at our favorite bar last night. It was decorated and I made a great playlist if I do say so myself, and I even bought real live mistletoe at the organic market last weekend.
Of course it had to rain last night and while I was walking up to my friend's apartment with my computer and the mistletoe and my high heels in my bag, I slipped and went down hard completely crushing the mistletoe with my computer in my bag. So it looked a little mangled last night, but what are you going to do? It was only a matter of time before I really fell. And to think I almost made it to the end with no falls... Damn Uggs with their slippery bottoms...
I have my Italian final tomorrow and I have successfully done everything I can think of to procrastinate my studying. I've gone for a run, cooked breakfast for my roomates, cleaned my apartment, showered, called my mom, skyped my friend, uploaded pictures to Facebook, and now I'm blogging. Good Mol, good.
But it's Christmas heaven here right now. There are lights everywhere and even though half of them blink like they're on speed which gives me a headache, they are gorgeous. I am getting ready to come home, my jeans have holes in the knees, the soles of my boots are ripping off, my purse is falling apart, my hair needs to be cut, and I really would like to sleep for a week straight. But I'm going to have mixed emotions. I love it here.
Anyways. I'm rambling. Ciao ciao for now lovers.
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