|Santa Maria Novella|
With that being said, I don't feel well acclimated to Bologna quite yet. The apartment search was very stressful, and is ongoing, because I have yet to found a roommate. The start of lessons was shocking... I apparently don't know Italian as well as I thought I had... and I haven't been in Bologna for more than 5 days on account of an overambitious first month's agenda.
So trips to Florence, Barcelona and Munich are what I have to recount, along with my school days in Bologna...
Where to start!?
|Santa Maria del Fiore (aka IL DUOMO)|
|Joe and I at Chupitos|
|First night at a club|
|Inside the Sagrada Familia|
|Dinner on Barceloneta|
|A festival we stumbled upon|
Luckily a lady found us, and walked us a half a mile to the right location, the girls lugging their rather large suitcases, while I died of thirst. Upon our arrival at the right location, we happily encountered a much nicer set of marble stairs, and unhappily lugged our luggage up 5 flights of stairs yet again. Once safely inside our room, the woman asked me to sign the receipt for the credit card which stated a different number than what had previously been charged at the time I booked the place 3 weeks prior. This brought upon a verbal argument that proved to be rather interesting because she did not speak English, I did not speak Spanish, and Brenna and Priscilla only speak English. So they are staring at us while I'm yelling at the woman in Italian, she's yelling back at me in Spanish, both understanding more or less what each other is saying and both assuming that Brenna and Priscilla can understand everything that is going on, so when I finally turn toward them to get their agreement, they look at me like I'm crazy for thinking they know whats going on. Woops! All in all, we paid 16 extra euro for a bank fee for a credit card use, cause we swore they already charged it, so we were afraid to give cash in case they would take both payments... At the time we were exhausted and a little ticked, but now that I look back, it was a rather entertaining start to our Barcelona endeavor.
We all freshened up, then I was quickly off to start us on a full fledged walking tour of Barcelona. Day 1 consisted of the Sagrada Familia, a lovely tourist menu dinner, and a walk through a food market among other parts of Barcelona and for dinner strolled through Barceloneta to find a place for tapas and Paella. nom nom nom.
|View from Montejuic|
|Quick stop at the beach|
|In the Gondola|
|Touring Barca da Sola, Parc del Citadel|
|Happy in my new Ikea comforter!|
|View from Kitchen window|
My parents calmed me, reminding me that I was thinking about learning Italian, and I realized there was no way I would not improve if I was being spoken to in Italian for 6 hours everyday! So I returned to the apartment search, setting up appointments for the rest of the week and continuing going to class, barely able to write down notes because the professors spoke so quickly. By Thursday, finding a roommate and getting settled in Bologna should have been my first priority, but I was more than ready to see my friends in Munich and enjoy a weekend at Oktoberfest! Thursday evening, I met with a potential roommate and discussed him moving in Monday upon my return (a very nice 29-year old man from Vienna), and then I was off to the train station to catch my overnight train where I was pleasantly surprised to be in a couchette with other American girls instead of potentially creepy Italian men!
|Clocktower, we were lucky to see it change!|
|Old city center|
|Architecture near Hitler's area of town|
|Saving tables in the traditional attire|
|Prost! (L-R: Kenny, Zach, Tim, Me, Jara)|
Around 4:30 I ventured out into Munich to find Brenna, Katherine and Priscilla... unhappily surprised by the pouring rain that was unnoticeable from inside the tent. I found them and brought them back to the Oktoberfest park hoping to get let back into the tent, but told them it was unlikely. I somehow cut the line in the pouring rain and managed to get myself inside the tent, but failed to bring the rest of the crew with them, and I planned to meet up with them in a few hours at the Hotel. When I returned in the tent everything had changed... no one was in their respective seats anymore, it was a mash of people loving each other and starting to break the rules... secretly smoking cigarettes under the tent. We stayed an hour or two more then ended our day 1 of Oktoberfest and headed to meet the girls and grab some grub, with plans to do the same thing at a different tent the next day so that the girls could experience it.
|Katherine got some Corn!|
|P got cheesy pasta, duh.|
|Day 2: German, Me, Dylan (Tim's friend from Union), Katherine|
Much more to come! Sorry I write too much!