I have class in 20 minutes, but I'll try to relate as much as I can!
So Tuesday night we were busy in the kitchen. Before Pati and Jordan arrived, we were chopping up all kinds of things to make our appetizer. It's toasted bread with sauteed veggies on top, and it's yum. When they arrived, the industry continued. Pati began to boil the potatoes while the rest of us did odd jobs, ate the veggie bread, and drank wine. Then we ALL began to make the gnocchi. It was like a 6 person job! It was really hard to wash off, but so delicious. Go us!
We have a bit of a problem with the sauce though. Pati made homemade sauce, but then E wanted to put in peppercorns. G didn't want her to, and I advocated on her side. Instead of listening to us, she dumped in the whole jar into the sauce. That was the beginning of the bad night.
After Pati and Jordan left, we started talking about travleing to Venice this weekend for Carnivale. There's one other girl who wanted to come with us, but we weren't sure if she could. We're all five of us (my roomies, plus a girl named Nalena) staying with this girl that E knew like 4 years ago in high school. She wouldn't listen to anything we were saying and we almost had a serious altercation. Renee and I ran to the boys' apartment for fresh air.
Yesterday was a busy day. We went to the Baptistery for my Antiquities to Baroque Art History. It was unexpectedly beautiful inside. I guess I should just expect everything to be beautiful in Italy, but I failed at that yesterday. It had a giant gold mosaic on the ceiling.
Then Renee, Nalena, and I went to the train station to buy the tickets for this weekend. After this, Renee and I went to the Uffizi.
For anyone who doesn't know, the Uffizi is Florence's main, GINORMOUS, art museum. It was once a palace of the Medici. It was awe inspiring. It was too much. I saw Giotto and Cimabue. I saw Da Vinci. I saw works I've studied for the last three years. Botticelli's Primavera and the Birth of Venus! I'm glad we were only there for an hour and a half. I don't think I could have handled much more. Seeing art that I know and love creates this sensation inside of me. First it starts with a pit in my stomach. Then I get warm in that pit, and it fills my entire body. It's like being sick and being in love and wanting to faint. It's too much emotion.
I made gnocchi with sage and butter sauce yesterday for dinner. It was pretty good.
My hair has been gross for the whole time I've been here. I haven't known what to do about it. I thought perhaps it was because of my hair brush, which was new. Or the air, which was also new. It turns out it's because of the shampoo I've been using (also new) so I changed it, and now my hair is gloriously clean for the first time that I've been here.
Thursday is Ren Art. It's half good and half awful. It's at 8 30 in the morning. I tried to sleep early last night, but there were too many thoughts keeping me awake, so I feel asleep around 2 or 3. So I got up and went to art and almost fell asleep in the lecture portion. Then we went to the Opera dell'Duomo, which is the museum where they keep all the original art from the Duomo and then make replications to put back outside. It was alright, not awesome. But then... Then I saw the Mary Magdalene statue by Donatello.
I sat and stared at it for a really long time, and then I left in a daze. Too much.
Pati from the gnocchi night says "Hi."
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