Great news: I’m in the coolest city in the entire world (besides Sheboygan, of course).
Not-so-great news: My pictures are taking an eternity to upload here! Not good…because (right now), time is short, and I want to share with you all every detail of my amazing first couple of days in Rome. (“Take-home point:” Please be patient with my blog updates…it’s so frustrating not to be able to update you guys each day, but there’s so much to see and explore (and eat hehe)…I promise there will be updates, but they may be sporadic :))
My arrival in Rome was kind of a whirlwind of emotions. I was happy one minute, crying the next; basically I was the spittin’ image of what you’d call an emotional rollercoaster. I’m so thankful my good friend Julie from back home is my roommate. Without her, I’d truly be a mess. Though the first day was rough, I’ve been so caught up in all the excitement that I really haven’t had a chance to dwell on the fact that I’m thousands of miles away from my family and friends in “the states.”
Our campus is lovely – set up on the northern portion of the city upon a hill. (Positive: great views. Not-so-positive: my calves are gonna kill by the time I come home. Positive: my calves will be very defined when I return home. Not-so-positive: my calves may be manly, bulging-out-of-my-skinny-jeans by the time I get home.) The room is small, but we don’t mind. I took the top bunk, Julie’s on the bottom. Besides the fact that I almost blew up the room with my converter, almost broke Julie’s hairdryer, our fridge was not functioning this morning, our lights mysteriously don’t work anymore, the room gets CAT (Layne, Linnea get that?) (i.e. chilly) at night and in the early morning, the room is great! No, but all funny stuff aside, it couldn’t be a better place to stay. I’m in Rome…what do I expect, the Ritz-Carlton? (Isn’t everything in Rome known for falling apart anyways? Adds character. Or so I tell myself.)
Since I’m running short on time (and these files are downloading at the speed of a tortoise with his legs chopped off), I’m gonna get to the real reason why you’re
creeping /stalking following my blog (oh wait, that’s just Linnea? :)): THE CHOW.
Here’s a little rundown of what I’ve tasted so far:
The first meal at the Mensa (our on-campus caf) – hearty potato gnocchi bathing in a slightly sweet marinara sauce. (Layne, I SOOOO thought of you when I was eating this! Reminiscent of our red pepper gnocchi…but so much better :))
A quick jaunt to the local supermercado had me return to my room with a bag of these delicious biscuit-type crackers in tow:
A (thankfully) light, minestrone soup…the bowl filled-to-the-brim with tender vegetables and al dente pasta (they truly cook their pasta more al dente here; not as “soft” as we seem to make it in the U.S.):
Last night’s group dinner (at a nearby restaurant) was seriously outstanding. Like, knock-your-socks-off outstanding. Up to bat? An apperitivo of warm, fresh-outta-the-oven buns stuffed with a whole mix of good eats: some had fresh mozzarella and tomato, others had anchovies (I passed on those), the one I had contained a thin cold-cut:
For the entree, the waiters brought out steaming plates of rigatoni-type pasta al dente, natch, in, again, a red sauce (they say that’s better for your heart, ya know!):
I’m not a hugeeee fan of chocolate desserts, but I sure took a few bites of this bad boy: a chocolate layer on top (sprinkled with confectioners’ sugar), a wafer-thin cracker inside of that, and then the hidden suprise of a cream bottom layer.
Here’s to new friends:
And an old one, of course 🙂
I hate to do this, but I gotta run. Ciao!