So.

So. Class has started. Sort of. It sure doesn't feel like class. For our first one we got a tour of the Campo de Fiori so that we would know where to buy good coffee and good cheese and good leather things and such. The second was a trip to Tarquinia to wander around the ancient Etruscan tombs. So. Yes. Class is very un-class like.
So. The food here is pretty much exciting all the time. Mostly because I look at a menu and don't really know what anything is. I end up with delicious things most of the time. Here I am allowed to live on pasta. Rock. To drink, one can either have wine or coffee. Wine, frankly, is yuck. But as an amendment to my usual statement that coffee is also yuck, really that is true only in America. Coffee here is really ok. Really. Hot chocolate is so good that I can't even talk about it.
So. People in Rome are crazy and hard to get used to. They are very personal, especially the old ones, holding your face when they meet you and kissing you on both cheeks when you say goodbye. They are very curious, and ask a lot of questions. They have no sense of personal space the way we are used to. They drive like crazy maniacs as if there are no lines on the road. They park everywhere. Everywhere. The boys really do say "ciao bella" to everything that moves and is female. You have to realize that when Italian boys start following you around or randomly start talking to you it's not creepy, it's normal. You just have to be like an Italian girl and tell them on a regular basis exactly where they can go.
So. I miss everyone back home. If you read this you should leave me a comment so that I know you did it. Yes. That's probably what you should do. I'm pretty sure about this.
So. Ciao.