Well, first of all, in response to all of the comments on my last post, you're all crazy and are over analyzing the situation. Adam, I'm not going to ask my roommate some question in french that you translated for me, you lost my trust when you smashed that egg on my head. And this is a different roommate than the MIA roommate, who lives in my room, and is definitely still MIA, and I want to know where the heck she is. Also, along with these roommate updates, I would like to inform you all that (french roommate) and I had a bonding moment today when we were trying to make the washing machine work. Its really old, and everything is in Italian and all of the writing on the knobs is worn off. We couldn't figure it out together, but we laughed, which is a good sign. And I will have you know that I now have the washing machine on lockdown and I figured it out all by myself without silly french roommate... who I still don't know come si chiama (what her name is). Woops.
Umbria Jazz started on Friday night and it was awesome!!! Well, it still is awesome! A bunch of us made some dinner, and hung out in Tony's appartment for a while (which is right in Centro), and then went down for Umbria Jazz. We found more people from our program at Piazza Italia, and Luke, the ARD (Assistant Resident Director), who was buzzed when we found him, and drunk by the time I went back to my apartment at about two in the morning. The music usually ends around 1:00-2:00am, but the two main piazzas in Centro stay really crowded until at least 5 or 6. Haha, people are crazy here!
Yesterday we went to Assissi, where San Francesco is from. We went and saw his bisilica, and it was awesome. You're not supposed to take pictures inside, but I took one while we were sitting in these pews from my lap, and it actually turned out allright. I didn't really mind that you can't take pictures because you can't really capture the amazingness of the basilica anyway. So there's prettymuch three levels in the basilica: the lower basilica, which is amazing, and has an altar, under which San Francesco is burried. And there's crazy frescos all over the place. Then we went down to the... I don't know what you call it, but where the remains of Francesco are, and also of his four fav friars, haha. There's also the upper basilica, which is also amazing and has beautiful frescos on the walls and cielings, and there was earthquake damage in '94, and a whole section of the cieling fell on a friar and three other guys (after the earthquake, not yesterday). Although I think all of this is ridiculous for religous purposes, the architecture and art is really amazing, and I'm glad that I get to experience things like that.
Oh, and we got our tour from a friar named Ed and he was from Canada.
So yea, school tomorrow, woohoo!
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psha we aren't all crazy. we were just trying to cheer you up and make you laugh, silly. i'm glad you had some bonding time with your french roommate, whose name we still don't know. it sounds like the jazz festival was amazing too. i can't wait until i can come visit you!
p.s. i swear i'm not crazy.....(shifty eyes)
Erin - It is great reading about your adventures. How exciting to have a foreign roommate that exudes a coldness that may be interpreted as dislike. It might just be that she is French. How great that you 'snuck' a picture in a place where photos are prohibited. Not that I condone such behavior (it can cause problems in some countries), but if the picture is for your own use, why not try it once in a while - you may be able to get on as an assistant spy with your roommate (someone made a coment that she might be a spy I think). And finally the San Fransisco/Saint Francis thing has me confused. Lauging, but confused. Read the sentence.
San Francesco is Italian.
Saint Francis is English.
Capisce?
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