Thursday, 9:56 pm
It only took me most of my break, but I’m finally feeling good and productive; spent most of today tearing back and forth between readings for class and a couple sketches and lots and lots of notes about ideas for my senior art show, and while I have *finished* nothing, I have put an admirable amount of energy into getting things kinda-started.
So that’s good : )
But now, while I still have a bit more I’d like to get done tonight, I would really like to waste some time first. So quick run-down of the last couple days:
- Tuesday involved some readings and some skype time and an embarrassing number of naps. But, woke up in the evening and was rewarded by a very nice dinner out with another student and his parents; Alex is one of the few ACM-ers staying in Florence over break, and he and his family were kind enough to have me join them. All three incredibly nice people, and English speakers to boot hallelujah* — so once again a very big thank you : )
- Speaking of that dinner, though, it did have its sinister side; this would be because we had wine and bread and ravioli and gnocchi and salad and legumes and steak and sweet potatoes and meatballs, and the next day I STILL WOKE UP HUNGRY. Be warned, people, this program does seriously warped things to your stomach.
- Wednesday morning I finally worked up the fit of energy needed to haul myself over to the Uffizi Gallery, so we can now cross that off the ‘to do’ list. A wonderful museum and well worth the time (especially when you actually get to skip the wait time because you’ve got a free pass \o/), but the trouble is that so many of the really heartstopping works by Italy’s great artists wound up making their way into France’s Musee du Louvre that I feel spoiled by having seen that museum first. …And this is probably blasphemy but I still prefer the Venetian Accademia.
- Some random Italian man is right this minute singing out in the middle of the street. One presumes drunkenly, but ?
- Today, woke up to storms, which is always fantastic. Kept my pedestrian self in out of the rain all day, plowed through a ridiculous amount of academic article material, took internet breaks as necessary,** found a totally demented faux-American-English song recorded by an Italian in 1973 (which, hip thrusts aside, gives a pretty nice idea of what this language sounds like to everyone else), and…well, here we are.