| | I almost had a heartattack the other day when I realized graduation from Smith is now less than two months away...how did that happen??? So, I did what probably most of my fellow 09ers are doing right now: ordering graduation announcements, making post-graduation plans, and fighting off this SENIORITIS! I have a large paper due on Monday in which I must bust out my best Italian skills but instead of researching and highlighting I YouTubed "Smith College" and watched almost every video available from the squash team's attempt to find Mel Gibson to the 2008 Convocation ceremony I missed out on to the acapella groups jamming. Then I topped it off with streaming 91.9 WOZQ radio all the way from Northampton to my little bedroom here on Via Puccinotti in Florence. I used to call in and make requests to my friend Camila's radio show in years past when she had the 12-2am shift. Why not be a real Smithie and pull an all-nighter to call in internationally? So that's what I did early Tuesday morning at 4 am, I called the WOZQ hotline because my good friends Bessie and Camila were spinnin' some sweet tunes and I wanted my say.
I'm feeling a very strange limbo right now because I can't wait to see my Smith friends and the family that will be at graduation but I want to stay in Italy...forever. I'm trying to stay focused and present and soak up every little teeny tiny moment of Italy that I have left.
Today I had a little chat with the woman who works at a darling fruit store near the Smith SEDE here in Florence. I was wearing pants, a turtleneck and a sweater along with close-toed shoes and she thought I was crazy. Then she said "GUARDA! (LOOK!)" and showed me that she was wearing 4 layers of shirts/sweaters and had the heater on under the counter. Um...it's almost April and we are in Tuscany. Bad weather - 4 sweaters and a space heater - does not exist this time of year. But we continued our heated (bahaha no pun intended) discussion on this strange bodily phenomenon that Americans always seem to be warm when Italians are cold.
Last week I bought a bike! I feel so European whipping through the streets on my bicycle with whatnots sticking out of my little bike basket. The first day I got it I took a corner sharply and skidded on my elbow. OUCH! I probably should not have been so precoscious because the last time I was on a bike was in 6th grade. Since the scrape is on my elbow it is quite annoying to do floor exercised at the gym I go to. But on the upside, I have been getting a little more attention from Marco, our instructor, for my creative alternatives to floor planks. Oh, Marco...how I love to watch you dance in the mirror to your Italian pop as we are all doing abs!
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