FIRENZZZEEEEEEE
Jet lag is a crazy crazy bitch. But, bottom line is that im in Florence. What?! Flying was somewhat harrowing- the flight to Frankfurt was oh so long (10ish hours), but pretty harmless until I started feeling nauseous towards the end of the flight. I made 2 new friends in my aisle, though- one a 20something punk girl who was going to bologna, and a 70ish year old man who spoke horrible Italian and german to the stewardesses. How I love fliyng. Then I had a 3 hour layover in one of the slowest airports ive ever been in – fucking slow Germans. After a 1.5 hour flight filled with American tourist couples, I was finally in Florence—15 hours of flight under my belt. I taxied to aron’s and passed out. Turns out alex was already there and passed out as well.
The nausea continued, sadly, even when we went to a local gelateria to use their bathroom b/c aron’s is being redone. Alex, aron, Cameron (the student advisor) and I (aka a sausage fest as usual) wandered around and they ate gelato. We’re going to get pizza soon for dinner, but it feels like 10 am to me. This is some fucked up shit, excuse my French.
Still, traveling aside, it is beautiful here, obviously—it’s Florence! Ive only been here like 4 hours and already ive seen the calcio (soccer) stadium, plenty of little pizzerias and restaurants, lots of cute old people, the funny misericordia team (ambulance) that wears neon orange jumpsuits, and lots of young hip-looking Italians. Except, the men still wear those stupid-looking man-capris and tight shirts. Gross! I prefer my men not so effeminate, personally.
Tomorrow: meeting host families and going to the Stanford center for the first time!!
-laurakay
The nausea continued, sadly, even when we went to a local gelateria to use their bathroom b/c aron’s is being redone. Alex, aron, Cameron (the student advisor) and I (aka a sausage fest as usual) wandered around and they ate gelato. We’re going to get pizza soon for dinner, but it feels like 10 am to me. This is some fucked up shit, excuse my French.
Still, traveling aside, it is beautiful here, obviously—it’s Florence! Ive only been here like 4 hours and already ive seen the calcio (soccer) stadium, plenty of little pizzerias and restaurants, lots of cute old people, the funny misericordia team (ambulance) that wears neon orange jumpsuits, and lots of young hip-looking Italians. Except, the men still wear those stupid-looking man-capris and tight shirts. Gross! I prefer my men not so effeminate, personally.
Tomorrow: meeting host families and going to the Stanford center for the first time!!
-laurakay
posted by laura | 7:22 PM
2 Comments:
I miss you. Post lots. That's all.
i'm glad you made it safe, lyin ass bitch. email this shit to me next time
i kid, i kid. i hope you don't barf too hard and wahtnot. and i also think its funny to think of an entire country populated by men in capris and tight shirts with no sleeves, sunglasses, romandals (a very convenient smushing together of the words "roman man sandals" pronounced "roh-MAN-dles"), but maybe thats the whole continent? have fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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