A Milano

Provo scrivere in italiano. Ti scherzo!

Much has happened since my last post. As you can imagine, my internet situation is lacking and certainly not favorable for someone as internet dependent as myself. I cannot wait to return to the United States and my unproductive days of sitting in front of the computer for hours. That sentence contains no sarcasm.

Upon my return to the wonderful city of Venice (from Dublin) I had two days of lessons and messing around town with my friends and my teachers. I am really going to miss this city in every way. The people I have met and the friends I’ve made, from the wonderful to the freighting, and the things I have scene, from the sparkling reflection of the canals on the undersides of bridges to the sunsets of endless beauty over the Giudecca Canal seen from the Zattere. I must return. Anyway, back to the interesting stuff.

On Friday, the influx of visitors began with the Florence crew. Alli and Megan, each visiting for their third time, and Kelly for her first. ß the previous sentence is terribly structured. I am so happy when Megan and Alli return because it means that they like Venice. I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE LOVE VENICE, and I love it even more when people can appreciate it for what it is, more that a stop on a European Cruise. It makes me so happy to see my friends enjoying the city the way I do. With Kelly, and the other first time visitors from Paris who arrived on Saturday, I tried to show them as much that I could in the short amounts of time that they were here. That’s a hard thing to do because all traveling is done on foot. We ran around the city all day Saturday from one sight to the next. What I really mean is I dragged them around the city… but it was worth it. On Saturday night, the Florence group left and the Paris group (Josh and his four friends Kim, Jess, and Lauren) and I went out to dinner with our mutual friend from the US of A Rachel. My fellow American in Venice. On Sunday we did some other touristy things and ate dinner in my apartment. I cooked for Paris almost the exact same thing I cooked for Florence two nights earlier. With the help of my guests, both home cooked meals went smoothly. On Monday the Paris crew left to meet up with the Florence peeps in Florence while I had my last history lesson (cry) and met up with some friends that I hadn’t seen in a few weeks. For most of the rest of the week I just tried to absorb as much as I could during my last few days in Venice, had one of my final art history classes, and began working on my papers (more crying).

Now I am in Milan awaiting the arrival of Dad and Jessica for our week together in Italy. I know that new photos are long past due but I’m doing my best.