To recap (in significantly fewer words than the first time):
I am now in Rome. It is ungodly, and unpleasantly hot here. I will dream (if I sleep at all) about sleeping in an ice bed with a quilt. I (literally) will be sleeping with ice (wrapped in a towel under my neck and possibly on my forehead). UNCOMFORTABLE.
Our apartment is well appointed, with plenty of space, but is strangely and disconnectedly decorated.
We saw a lot of old stuff yesterday. Ruins mostly. I learned facts.
Before I left Munich, it thunder and lightning stormed.
I ordered gelato in Italian, and was able to get the check at the restaurant.
We
went grocery shopping and did battle with the "light it yourself" gas
stove in order to make dinner for ourselves and two of the guys.
We
are now all sitting on top of our beds after ice cold showers (on
purpose), praying to god that we can sleep tonight with our one fan. We
may need to have words with the Rome center about that.
Erin finally has her suitcase - it was a great success when it finally showed up. GREAT success!
Tomorrow
we have orientation at 10, followed by Italian class (so that we speak
less embarrassingly poorly). Then we're free to explore. Also, my
birthday is tomorrow, so we're gonna go to a club on the river! Huzzah!
So
that's it for now, because, dear readers (few though you are) I am not
repeating the 800+ words that got magically deleted. I cried about it on
the inside. It was manifested in my utter distaste for the heat.
More tomorrow, and Viva Roma!
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