Pasta Milanese

For my readers (mom),
Today is monday (right?) and I am sitting in the computer lab waiting with my roommate Irum, who is from Pakistan and goes to school in Ontario, and Natalie, a native of Chicago who went to culinary school a few years back, for our next class. My roommate from staten island has only one class a day and she is officially done for the day. the four of us are the fabulous four, i.e. we hit it off really well when we first met and there is a whole fight club motto we have. of course, you know, i cannot talk about it. because you do not talk about fight club. rule number one. anyways, marie, staten island, is making us a traditional family dish called pasta milanese. i am very excited for that. tina, l.a., is taking a wine and food pairing class so hopefully she will pick only the best. natalie made a beautiful pasta and chicken last saturday. our friend domenico, who we met one late night scrounging through the city for pastries, had dinner with us that night. he is courting marie. it is pretty adorable. what else? so much, so much. we tried to go to the boboli gardens and a mineral museum today but unfortunately, as it is monday, they were both closed. still a good day though. i had my frist day of class, italian travel writing, and afterwards, as i was thinking it would be marvelous to be done at 11:45, i visited my advisor to see if i could drop my later class. i wouldn't get any of my money back. or rather, any of my dad's money back. so i have decided to bite the bullet, lip, gun? bite whatever, suck it up and go to interpersonal communication from 4:15-7. love.

In case ya get antsy....

Missing me? Well you are in luck because I purchased an international cell phone today for the meager price of £.39 per minute for International calls (free for me if you make the call).

011-39-335-774-3025

sweaty but hopeful

I am here. This computer is on Italian lock and unfortunately the hot Italian dude has left and I do not know how to change it. But I will say the international travelling by myself was a hell of a lot easier than I thought. I had the fortunate opportunity to sit next to a wonderful lady from Poland who was returning home for her sisters funeral. I did not ask how she passed. She really made my flight bareable. And so, now I sit at this internet cafe outside of my wonderful 6 person flat, fully equipped with washer, dryer, dish washer, living room, and dining room. now i can sort of understand the 900 dollar price tag. so much to say. it was not until today that i really felt like i was on vacation. i have been by myself up until this point, well i suppose i still am. the hotel was not fun. i slept the whole time. the breakfast of bread, cheese, and cappucino was the only thing were telling about. to jake and tess, thank you.

Packing

It is the Thursday before my trip and my emotions continue to brew between anxious, fatigued, confused, and blissful. I know, I know. Everything will be fine by I am honestly scared to travel by myself internationally! I'm gonna get back to my preparations. Until the next time (when I'm on the plane!) maya