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| "Grab your passport and my hand" -T-Swizzle |
Ciao!
Buono sera or good afternoon!
If I were home right now, I'd would most likely be sleeping but I am finally in Florence on the verge of passing out from jet lag and it is almost 4pm.
Finalemente, I have arrived! I keep pinching myself to see if I wake up from this dream but it's so real.
The journey was quite the long one. After having to reschedule my flight for one later in the week because of this "huge blizzard" (yea ok..) that totally delayed my arrival, I finally left to Florence this past Thursday.
8 hours, 2 movies, and a failed attempt at trying to sleep on the plane, I arrived in Zurich for a layover.
The airport was absolutely fascinating as was the language that I could not comprehend whatsoever.
2 hours later after regrouping my life from all the stuff my Mary Poppin's inspired bags held, we were up in the air again heading to our final destination.
Less than an hour later, I was on Italian soil ready to just drop from exhaustion.
We had the wonderful staff from our school come get my friend Danielle and I from the airport, sparing us the comical act of trying to get a cab without getting ripped off because of our American accents.
Once we arrived in the city center after witnessing the craziness that is Italian drivers, we headed up to our apartment to get acquainted with our 3 other roommates and new living space.
Although I just wanted to pass out, I needed to feed myself something and stock our apartment with some goodies.
Our local supermarket is called Conad and pretty much resembles an average Shop Rite or A&P except it's full of Italians, I can't understand all the labels, and it hold aisles of wine that cost less than about 5 euros.
Heaven.
After spending over an hour at the store trying to figure out how to weight things, find my favorite snacks, not get run over by older ladies, and of course pick up some Pinot Grigio, it was time to head back and get acclimated.
I spent the rest of the night unpacking and attending a quick welcoming party hosted by my new school here. But I really just went for the appetizers and boy oh boy were they delicious.
I ate like 10. No shame.
I headed back to my new abode and tried to stay awake as long as possible to then realize I would only wake up at 3AM because of the time difference.
I did not expect this thing they call "jet lag" to actually occur but it did.
My update on that will be nothing short of hysterical as I try to fall asleep again tonight hopefully and not cracking jokes at 3AM with my friend Danielle from our delirium.
Sleep is so needed.
What's next? Pino's Paninis, getting lost in the streets, avoiding gypsies, nightlife, and the Duomo?
Catch my next post ;)
Alla prossima,
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