By 8:30am, I was already at the Colosseum this morning. This was the point of interest for our on-site drawing class today. We learned about point perspective today, and then sat and sketched the arch of constantine for the next 3.5 hours in the hot sun.
When we finally finished, we headed back to school... but not before stopping at that new favorite deli for a turkey sandwich. I had Italian class next, and today we had our first quiz. I was the first to finish, so I suppose I did well.
After Italian, I went straight to my Inside Italian Design Class. The first hour was me falling in and out of sleep. The second hour, I finally mastered my doodle of the arch of constantine... the one I was struggling with all morning. Before our last hour, we were given a coffee break, and I could finally get a second wind. Though this class is very interesting, I don't care anymore about fascism, their art, architecture, or history. =)
After class was finally over at 6:30pm, I waited for the bus to go home. I didn't feel like walking to the metro stop. A little Indian nun stopped me and asked me something. Though all I could say was, "non capisco... scusi," she responded with a smile. Then she asked, "Di dove sei?" That means, where are you from? I KNOW THAT! We learned it in Italian. And so, I proudly responded, "Sono Americana, di Philadelphia. Sono una studentessa a Roma." I am American. I'm from Philadelphia. I am a student in Rome. I was so proud of myself, and she could see it, and so she responded, "bravi!"
When the bus finally came, I met up with some other Temple students who has caught the bus at a different stop. We even made plans for dinner! Yay... My original plans for dinner had fallen through. Of coarse, by the time I got off the bus, the plans had fallen through. And so, I decided to go to the supermarkato to pick up some food to make MYSELF dinner...
There, I ran into some of the guys and we decided to do dinner together. I promised to make salad, and they made Shrimp Scampi, and chicken noodle soup. It was pretty delicious. =)
Just as dinner ended, I got confirmation that the 6th trip I attempted to plan, had fallen through. Just my luck... And so, I decided that for the first time in Roma, I would go out.
The plan was to go to a discoteca. Since I was so excited about it though, of coarse, after walking for a good half hour, if not more, we came to the door of a closed establishment. And so... we ended up at the one place I didn't want to go to. It's called, "The Drunken Ship." It's an American bar in Cambo di Fiore. Filled with study abroad students and tourists alike, it has a feel of a typical American pub and a frat house combined.
I attempted to make the best out of my experience. I had dragged my roommate Amber out. She too hadn't been out yet, so the two of us took a shot, and found a place to sit down. Sure enough, not long after we found our places, a guy approached us claiming that I had taken his seat. I stood up, not in the mood to deal with any drama. Apparently, he was from Chicago. His name was Bill, and he was studying not far from Venice. He was just in Rome for the week. We continued to chat throughout the night. He even bought all the ladies of the group roses. Before the night was over, most of the girls got hit on, I was proposed to, and a fight almost broke out with our guys and some dudes from California.
When the bar finally closed, most of us were still in the mood to party. We had met some Italians... well we thought they were... they turned out to be Greeks, who said they'd take us to a discoteca. And so, we left the Drunken Ship, and made our way to Anima, a lounge type place. After a little convincing, he got us all in. We had just enough time to pee, when the music shut off.
At this point, most people went home. Some of us wanted to continue though. I was one of them. It was my first night out in Rome, and I was butt sober, and have yet to dance at all! And so, I wanted to continue. Of coarse... my luck... at the last moment, the guys I was wish chickened out. They didn't want to go with John-Luca and Tony to Pyramidi to continue clubbing til 5-6-7am.
And so the night, ended kind of flat... just as my week. Tomorrow, we're trying to go to the beach. We'll see what happens. Tomorrow night is the beginning of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year... hopefully my luck will change, and everything will be only wonderful in the year to come for me and all those around me here, and back home especially.
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
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