"You're going to gain SO much weight when you go abroad!!!!"
Yes, this warning was given to me more than once before I embarked on my journey. My mom told me that when she spent a summer in Italy during her youth, she managed to gain 30 pounds. Impressive, I thought, and I almost made it a goal to come back looking completely unlike myself. As luck would have it, Siena makes it nearly impossible for this to happen. Everything is up hill both ways. There really isn't such a thing as an easy walk. And when I get to school each day, I am panting and sweating profusely, which is very attractive. In the early weeks of the semester I thought that this walk would kill me. But as time goes on, I become more accustomed to just how disgusting I get as a result of walking to school. Even though the interior of our school building is devastatingly cold, I always immediately rip off my coat and my first layer, wipe the sweat off my neck and back and then wait about 15 minutes. Then, I realize just how cold it is inside, look around at my classmates wearing coats and scarves, and ultimately decide to put all of aforementioned clothing back on. Sweating bullets.
I have picked up a new fitness regime, though, and it's all Margherita's fault. She loves watching Mila e Shiro. Have you ever seen it? Oh God, look into it. If you are an anime fan then you know it as Attacker You! and I only know that because I looked it up on Wiki. It's classic 80's anime with, of course, Italian dubbing. There came a point in the fall when Margherita stopped demanding Friends ("sempre Friends!" as Arianna would say) and made this switch to cartoons in the evening. That is when Mila e Shiro came along. The premise of the show is...well, I don't really know what the premise is but I do know that they play volleyball and I feel that there is some element of super heroine-ess that is attributed to their ability to play volleyball. Within about a week of watching the show, Margherita appeared with a volleyball. I mostly ignored it. Sometime at the end of last week I started playing with her before dinner, tossing the ball back and forth. Then we upgraded to actual passing. I think she was very impressed with my skills, as well she should be, because I played volleyball in high school for that whole year. Passing was not enough for her; she wanted to play actual volleyball games. The hilarity of the situation mostly consists of the fact that we play in their mom's office. It's really small. The walls are lined with framed diplomas and an entire shelf is dedicated to novelty coffee mugs. Everything is capable of being broken. And yet, I sit on a couch while Margherita bounces around while we "play volleyball." She wants to be just like Mila and Shiro so she demands that I pass the ball far away from her so she can make an epic attempt at getting it. She never gets it. But it's so epic when you get to slide around on the floor, you know? Last night she wanted to make a net so I helped her. She stacked up all of the Fischer-Price toys that were laying around and then she laid a stick across the top. After some attachments here and there it more or less acted as a barrier between the teams. And she always yells at me! She always want me to set the ball to Arianna. And in order to do that I get down on my knees and just kind of toss the ball. The best part about all of this is that the 3 of us get to eat dinner immediately after playing, and they both like to huff and puff at the table and really call attention to how hard practice way. And I do the same thing because I really like fitting in.
I understand that I should blogging about Venice and Florence, and the art I saw and the food I ate and things of that nature. But my host family is just so hilarious and great. Another example:
My birthday was on Tuesday. After dinner, Margherita and Arianna began whispering frantically. I knew that a surprise was on the horizon because I actually understand what they say, something they often forget. They ran around the table a few times (because they just do that) and then they turned off all the lights. Barbara led the parade with my cake and its one lit candle while the girls began a rousing rendition of Tanti Aguri. Fabio told me to make a wish and then I blew the candle out. They had gotten me a frutti di bosci cheesecake and as a decoration was a picture of Layla, a character from Margherita's favorite cartoon Winx, as well as the one character that looks most like me. Layla is black. The whole family sang an English only version of Happy Birthday as well. So to all of you haters who told me turning 21 while abroad would suck-you were wrong.
I'm watching John peruse the American Apparel website. I hope he buys that cardigan and the 8 others that look just like it.
October is nearly over! And today I had such a lovely stroll through Siena in search of traveling size toiletries. They do not exist, by the way. Tomorrow I embark on my fall break journey, beginning in Florence, going to Milan and then ending in LONDON! English speaking. Delightful. Speaking of languages (kind of) last night Arianna asked me if my cat bites. Bites="morse." I heard "morte." So in my head I heard "is your cat dead?" as opposed to "does your cat bite?" And i said NOOOO. which is the correct answer to both of those questions.
Lesson: Pack many wool socks if you are traveling in Italy in the fall time. Tile floors are a killer.
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