9 AM class to start my Wednesday. Seemed like 7:45 (so early!). Used the pulley to open the shades, and there was no sun. Only clouds and rain. It was a rushed morning and the slow buses didn't help speed things up. The class was in the auditorium, filled with 50 students and two teachers. The German teacher had an unappetizing German accent (speaking everything that came across his mind), and an Italian woman- whose voice was like a mosquito. The class was getting boring, taking notes from the profs with thick accents in a dark, cold room, when all I was thinking about was making homemade pizzeria that night but with 45 minutes left, we walked further up the alley (the auditorium isn't inside the campus but along the alley/street right next to it). We walked up then BAM. A huge building with an attached fountain dedicated to Pope Paul V on the Janiculum, which overlooks the city. Peering out into the panoramic view was a collaboration of snowy mountains behind the old shiny tops of churches and houses.Second day of my Italian language course. Learned small talk (Where are you from/What do you study etc.)
Later I added a class- Rome Republic and Empire. The professor was a young man, who really knew his stuff (I mean, I hope so if he's teaching us the subject right..?) I really enjoyed the class. Was intrigued the entire time, Only negative is the book for the class is €40 and the building sold out of them. They told me to buy it on my kindle app. I don't have a kindle.
Dinner: Libby and I bought a three pack of margarita pizza (sauce and cheese) and added our own toppings- more sauce, mushrooms, cheese, basil, and onions. MMM
Cold rainy day brings out cranky Italianos. First encounter with an old man who spot-jacked my seat on the tram, then later cut in front of me when walking.
Went out to the bars for karaoke night, realized I can only fool Americans when I say I'm Italian.
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