Yesterday I had a good day.
I went to Italian, where we've started learning foods and descriptions and store names, plus simple sentences for asking for a panino and stuff. We went to the market, but the instant we got there it was time for me to go back and meet Lorenzo. As I was walking, a harmless 50 year old man said, "Buongiorno" to me. I looked and gave him a slight smile. He then proceeded to follow me and whisper at me in Italian. He followed me for about 4 blocks. He followed me all the way to school! I had to lock the gate behind me to keep him from following me in.
We met with Lorenzo and we agreed to go the police at a certain time to fill out the police report. Renee and I went to a little alimentari and got a lasagna lunch. We went to H&M, but then had to run back to the police station. There wasn't any reason for it... you can't file a police report after 12!
Emily and I went home together and we started planning the dinner we're throwing for the guy's this week... Wednesday or Thursday. Will and I want it on Thursday because we have an 8 45 that morning together, but Emily and Gina want it on Wednesday because G had an 8 30 on Friday and E has a 9 45 on Friday. The 9 45 one has less weight, but Gina's class has to be taken into consideration. When we went out last week after Kevin made us dinner some of us didn't get home til 4 (I got home at 1 30.) So these morning classes are a serious consideration.
We're excited to throw the dinner though. We talked about doing it familiglia style, which is basically like giant dishes that everyone shares. Or one of us makes a side, one makes a pasta, one makes an entre... we're not sure yet.
I went out to H&M on my own, and to Accessorize later. I didn't know how to get to Accessorize, but a friend told me how. She gave me the wrong name of the street though... so I followed this one road from Il Duomo... and I ended up at Santa Croce! That is on the other side of town! It doesn't even make SENSE! I have no idea how I did that.
We had an early night. I ate chicken fingers and coke and it was the most American meal I've had since America. I'm reading Pride and Prejudice again, because I finished Sense and Sensibility over the weekend.
A man tried to touch me on the bus today. I gave him a look that would have peeled his skin off.
My Italian teacher gave me a recipe today. It requires a blender, which I don't have, but I'm going to try it anyway. You take artichokes, oil, salt, and garlic, and mash them up together. Then you put them in a pan with milk and butter. It makes a sort of sauce for pasta. I have a tortellini with ham inside, and they're awful, so I'm trying anything to make dinner something worth looking forward to.
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