Let's start last night. A couple days ago Anna asked Hannah and I that even though we didn't like eggs in particular, would it be ok if she cooked with eggs? Of course, I said, I still love cake and such baked goods, it's not like we're allergic. Wrong answer. Not many host fams have dinner Sunday night (they'll have dinner Friday night instead, which is silly because we usually travel on Friday nights and are home for Sunday nights) and Hannah and I came home from the library so pleased with ourselves that there'd be a warm meal on the table for us when we got home. We'd had such high hopes because Sunday dinners are usually special and extra delicious and every dinner from last week was absolutely delightful and catered to our cravings. We started with tagliatelle with pesto. GREAT sign. Then Anna brings the salad bowl to the table. More great news! Then she brings the meat. And they're sausage-looking things. Small. I cut mine in half, and lo and behold there is a hard boiled egg wrapped in the meat. Shit. (Pardon my Italian but there's no better way to exactly describe how we both felt about that discovery). On the plus side, it was wrapped in a very savory meat, and if I didn't think about it, I couldn't taste the egg AT ALL and could easily avoid the unpleasant rubbery consistency of the hard boiled egg. Hannah couldn't do it. Anna expected us to have four each, and then split the last one. I had no problem with my first three, the fourth I shoved in my mouth, and then struggled with my last half. Anna left the room and Hannah looked at me deploringly and said "Help me" and put another half on my plate. I told her she owed me her first born and popped the damn thing in my mouth before Anna entered the room. That one was painful. It's dinners like these that make me wish we had a host dog. (Miss you Abby!)
Anyway. I was awoken last night by a massive thunderstorm around 6am. I kinda enjoyed it, it was really fun. But when Hannah's alarm went off at 7 I thought nuh uh, no way am I getting up and going to school like this. Lucky I didn't have class til 11, so instead of joining Hannah on the busride to school and getting work done in the library, I ate breakfast and snuggled back under the covers until I had to leave for class at 10:15. Great life decision on my part, because that's when the storm cleared up and apparently all the buses were an hour and a half delayed so even though Hannah left for her 9am8:20 she didn't get to school until 9:45.
I had my Italian oral midterm this afternoon, and Tim helped me practice. We had to bring in a photo and talk about it for 10 minutes. So I prepared a rather conversation piece about Jackie's deb ball and brought in a pic of the sibs at the ball. I wrote out what I was going to say to help me with some of the more extraneous vocab, and if I didn't have to speak it, it probably would've been the best Italian essay I've ever written! It went very well, to say the least.
My Medici class was on site as usual, but instead of wandering around the city in the rain (it did continue to rain off and on today) we hopped on a charter bus and went to visit four different Medici Villas outside of Florence, the country estates if you will. They were gorgeous and much more appealing than any of the other Medici homes around Florence I've seen! Moral of the story: if I was a Medici duchess, I'd choose to be part of the more humble branch of the fam and reside in one of these villas. They consisted of the country mansion, gardens that rivaled Versailles, and then other hunting grounds of ungroomed foliage. Though because we were on site out of our control, and because that class always runs late, we didn't return until 7pm. Hannah and I made our way home to a warm dinner on the table, and lucky Anna was more on spot with caprese salads and soup for dinner tonight!
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