Yesterday, we finallllllyyy got internet in our new
apartment. Of course, it’s the most terrible internet in the world. It will
work for a few minutes and then shut off. Italian internet is a cruel mistress…
I should have known this would happen. Italian women have the reputation of
being very cold. That’s why Italian men harass women, they have low
expectations. Unfortunately, they also know foreign women are stupid enough to feel too rude to
ignore them.
Speaking of cold, my delightful cold from our weekend trip
developed into an ear infection. I’m taking three medications, including
antibiotics. Unfortunately, this means I can’t drink AT ALL. So this will
continue being a completely dry week from now until next weekend.
Last night I went to 3 bars and drank tap water. I somehow
didn’t get ridiculously bored until 2 am when I decided to go home. The evening
started off at this great Trattoria in Perugia with Suzanne, Allad from Dubai
(my and Suzanne’s male protector/sibling/peep of the year. We are already
complaining everyday that he’s leaving Perugia at the end of September. It’s
going to SUCK when he leaves. I could write an whole entry about Allad but I
will protect his privacy haha) and Connor from Colorado who also goes to Umbra
but does the General Studies program at the Institute. After dinner, we went to
Dempsey’s, this American bar where this guy from Jersey works and speaks fluent
Italian. He claims his story to be pretty simple: He came here for a month and
never went back. I hope my Italian will be better. Right now it’s rather
terrible.
Then we went to Lunabar, one of the two students bars in
Perugia. Allad knows the bouncer and introduced us. We ended up chatting
with him for awhile. He speaks 6 languages. Poo I hate myself. Haha! We might
go to his rugby game on Sunday. Because Lunabar was slow, Allad dragged us to
the other student bar, Merlin, which is not my favorite for sure. Then we went
back to Lunabar for a bit before I decided to go home. Too sober to dance in an
overfull bar of embarrassingly drunk people. Call me crazy ;) It was also CRAZY
COLD outside. Fortunately, Suzanne and Allad are the best friends a girl can
have and they walked me home! Allad has been protecting us from creepy middle
eastern men all week. This worked out well because as we were leaving the club,
I look out and THERE’S JALAL the guy who FOLLOWED ME HOME. So I freaked out. Allad took one look at him and said, “Wth that guy is so sketchy, he’s Egyptian
too. What a creep!” Funny enough, it appeared like the bouncer didn’t want to let Jalal
into Lunabar hahahha. I have no idea if he ended up doing so but whatever. So I
slipped by Jalal the stalker protected by Allad and the bouncer. It sounds dramatic
even though it wasn’t. Haha. I was just so grateful in that moment that I could
take a picture and frame it as a big point in my life. I have no idea who will
be protecting Suzanne and I when Allad leaves!
In other news, classes are going ok. I’m bored and my
language skills still suck. We shall see what I do next month. I’m really going
to miss my classmates though. People are from all over: Australia, Dubai,
Moscow, Los Angeles, Vancouver, Germany, China, Singapore, Scotland, England,
Luxemburg, Brazil, Holland, Tel Aviv, Spain, Poland, USA, ecc. It’s a really
great group. I’m going to miss my classmates SO MUCH. There’s a boy from China
who is studying music here and our teacher made him sing for our class. It was
fantastic! Two Germans are studying Italian to pursue studies in other Italian
cities, like Rome for medical school. People are either preparing for further
studies or taking this class for pleasure. Unfortunately, almost all of them
are leaving at the end of the month. So many characters.
So our international names drove our teachers crazy:
Hershall from Vancouver is this cheerful man in his 60-70s who is here to study
Italian with his wife. He is so funny and optimistic. He’s like our class
mascot. Our teachers spent such a long time trying to figure out how to
pronounce Hershall that it’s a class joke now. “HHHERRRSHALLLLL.” Then there’s
Dore from Tel Aviv who is a grumpy young man (Don’t worry, I tell him this a
lot hahahah “You’re such a GRUMP!”) who makes me laugh like a loon. The
teachers read his name and say “Dough? OHHH Dorrrrre” with the “r” rolled very
dramatically so I call him that now, “Dorrrrre.” He loves Slovenia so we are
homies for life, I’ve decided. He speaks three other languages and served 4
years in the Israeli military so I feel pretty useless next to him. Then
there’s Ja Hey (never seen it written) who our professor Fulvio tried to
baptize with an Italian name. By baptize I literally mean baptize with a hand
gesture. Poor Ja Hey. Fulvio is like “Mario? Marco? Francesco?” But Ja Hey
stuck by his name. Good for him!
I should probably talk about my trips to Sorrento and Capri.
Capri was STUNNING. I didn’t bring my bathing suit foolishly. So, hey future
husband, we are going to Capri for our honeymoon so I can guiltlessly splurge
on the trip AND finally get to swim in that beautiful water. We took a long boat tour around the whole
island. Honestly, people, if you go to Capri, PROMISE me that you will go on
the “Yellow” around the Island tour. Don’t just go to the famous Blue Grotto
because you will be missing out. It was a beautiful day and it’s a breathtaking
place.
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