I’m trying to learn to let things go. Living with 4 other girls we kind of have to do this. Especially when you live with your two best friends. But I couldn’t have asked for anything better. Jennifer, one of our roommates, went home on Tuesday. She will be missed, so now our flat is down to five lovely women. I can’t stress enough how amazing, for our relationships and mind, it is not having television or internet. We eat dinner together, read, have conversation and art a lot.
So far we haven’t had a lot of homework and we’ve been taking advantage of our free time by being creative on our own for personal things. I’m finally learning how to sketch and go back to the basics of doing art by hand. On Wednesday I went to the Trajan Market for class and sketched the detail of an old marble block for two hours.
I’m starting to feel like this is my home. I’m not as dumb when I go to the grocery store, although there are so many choices for cheese you never know what you should pick. We are starting to see and recognize the same people in our neighborhood. There’s the fruit stand guy, our red haired grocery checker outer, the man who sits outside his shop in the evenings and says “bouna cera,” there’s the waitress at the café below us, and of course our lovely neighbors. Italian is still hard to learn but I’m trying to use what little I know.
Last night we went to a museum and looked at ancient mosaics and statues for history class. It was great besides being caught in the rain. It started pouring on us. This is Linds and I after being drenched. Check out lindsey's arm.
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