Sculpture class in the morning, and then Italian.
In Italian class we were being asked questions and answering them, having a dialogue in Italian. We were all so proud.. until... Christiano asks me, "Sei triste?" I assume... remembering that sei tedesko was, are you german, that he's probably asking if im from some weird country I don't know how to say in Italian. SO... I say. "No, non triste. Sono Americana." Christiano starts cracking up, and I'm just looking at him in a daze of confusion. "Roxanne, I asked if you are sad. You said, 'No, I'm not sad. I'm American." Obviously, the whole class, including myself start hysterically laughing. I was practically in tears. Why would I be sad? I'm American. lol
My design class was next. I choose not to comment.
After class, I headed to the alimentari to pick up some sauce for my pasta. Of coarse, 4:40pm... it was STILL closed for siesta. Go figure! Not wanting to head back and forth, I decided I would see what was in the fridge. One tomatoe, an onion, garlic, basil, and olive oil... perfeto! I mixed up my scraps and created a red sauce for my parpadella pasta, sprinkled on some parmesan, cracked open a bottle of wine, and enjoyed with Daniella.
Afterwards, we headed over to the Trevi fountain to have some gelato. I know what you're going to say... how many times can a person go to the Trevi fountain? To answer your question, an unlimited amount of times if you have the ability to. And so... regular Tuesday night in Roma... gelato at the Trevi fountain. It was beautiful. :)
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
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