|The Vatican. It sneaks up on you like that.|
|The Pantheon was by far my biggest "WHERE DID THAT|
COME FROM" moment. So gorgeous. Thanks, Patrick,
for photobombing my best picture of it.
|Making my wish into the Trevi fountain... Paolo didn't|
seem to get the memo.
|My Catholic grandmas should be jealous.|
We ran into an American at the bar last night who was there to watch the Packers game. She was at JCU last Spring, and decided to spend her last semester at JCU again because her friends from home are graduating. She said you meet a wider variety of people in classes, and thats how she made her Italian friends. The only Italians I've talked to are the ones who with manos morta, or "dead hands". It's what they call it when someone lets their hand just sit awkwardly close to a part of you that their hand isn't supposed to be close to. So yeah, Italians are actually really gross. But this girl said that if you meet Italian men through an Italian female friend or if you get to know them as people and not as a random girl on the street, they don't treat you that way. I was convinced that I wasn't going to have any true Italian friends, since I live with all Americans, but Italians go to my school!
What's really baffling me is the fact that I live in Rome of all places. I saw the Colliseum from the outside yesterday, and I'm dying to go in. However, I have four months to experience this, plus one of my classes goes to ancient parts of Rome. So I really could lay around in my pajamas and watch a movie if I want! Not that I want to! When in Rome, do as the Romans do!