Starting on Friday night my Italian friends have made it their job to make my last weekend count. They keep telling me "But this is your last Saturday, we must go out" or "Next week you won't be able to do this" and so on. So, let me rewind all the way back to Friday and try to retell everything.
Friday I went to Fura again and...ummm...this.was.awesome. The group that went was huge-at least ten of us-and a lot more energetic then last time. I ended spending most of the night with a girl and a guy who were hilarious. They didn't care what everyone else was doing and just danced, which is the best and the most fun. We stayed until like 3:30 and I remember at one point I looked down at my watch and it was 1:45 and then all of the sudden we were leaving-totes cray. Not so good part? I couldn't hear properly for the next 24 hours...but I guess that's natural after about 4 hours of dancing.
Saturday-I'm such a dork and didn't want to freak out my sleep cycle seeing as I barely sleep normally anyways and I'm going to have to deal with jet lag in three days so Friday night into Saturday I only slept for five hours and got up at nine. I must have looked like a zombie when I walked out into the living room because Stephen looked at me and laughed, in response I grumbled "Food, I require food." That afternoon Jessica and I walked to the pool right down the road and ended up spending most of the afternoon there. This was a lot of fun to just float and talk and then float some more. Dear Stephen, Jessica is awesome, in the event that you screw this up I choose her. On the realzzzz though, it was so so lovely I almost fell asleep in the sun-why didn't we go there earlier in the summer? Weird thing about Italy: Everyone who wants to swim in the pool has to wear a swim cap. They didn't tell us that until we'd been swimming for about half an hour and Jessica and I didn't want to buy any so for the latter part of the afternoon we just sat on the edge of the pool. Weird Italy. Saturday evening was much lower key than the previous which was greatly appreciated. We drove to the lake and sat on a pier for a while eating gelato. It was fun to watch the lights and figure which towns they were and if I'd been to them. Later on we went to a candy shop and picked out our favorite candies. (For the record, mine our Swedish Fish, Sour Patch Kids, and Sour Worms) I asked one of the girls what her favorites were and her eyes got really big and she said really slowly "I love them all" I think she was almost asking me "How in the world could you expect me to choose just one!?!" It was funny. The shop reminded me of the one that use to be in the Christiana Mall where the Orange Julius is now, right next to the Ruby Tuesday's, where the Johnny Rocket's used to be. When my dad worked at the mall Adam and I would go in there, with or without money, and just stare at the jaw breakers. Neither of us could understand how a piece of candy the size of our heads could be properly consumed. Dear Eight Year Old Me, I still don't know, but it's still a life goal to find out.
Sunday night had the potential of being awful. Mattia wanted to go back to Fura and I was 100% against this. Friday night was a rare night of genius for me on the dance floor and I was not prepared to repeat it. In short, my legs still hurt and my ears still slightly buzzing. Instead we ended up going to dinner at a community cookout Italian style (only in Italy can you go to a cookout and order spaghetti, polenta, and grilled brie for dinner-there were no baked beans to be found and I was disappointed) I ended breaking my plastic fork on said cheese. I was trying to cut it and then all of the sudden there was a big snap and everyone was looking at me. Socially Awkward Penguin for the win! After that we headed to the piazza and spent the rest of the night there. The best part of the evening was me realizing that I actually understood what everyone was saying in Italian. I still don't know every word, and I definitely can do little more than order food, but now if someone is talking to me I get it. It's a really great feeling.
Monday was spent in the piazza, too. I had a headache and desperately wanted to go to bed, but I went anyways because "Next week I won't be able to do this". I ordered a water and that seemed to help, but the night greatly improved when I taught them how to play paper football and make a fortune teller. They also kept breaking into sporadic raps of "Candy Shop" by 50 Cent. They think it's hilarious, I know it's disgusting.
Tonight, one of my friends is hosting a goodbye dinner for me which I'm very excited for. Everyone has been so nice to me and I definitely would have had a rather boring summer without them. I can't say thank you enough.
Have a great week, I'll be seeing you in 4 days!
Ciao :)