My love for gelato is as uncontrollable as the new curliness of my hair. It's nuts. I don't know what to do with my hair so I just put it up. It's very hot here and these curls are annoying. I wish I remembered to bring my flat iron but alas! I am a curly-q for 3 months.
I'm taking Studio Arts. This is scary because I've never taken an art class before. It's also exciting. The school the class is at was the first place in Italy to have private print making. This is apparently a big deal. Picasso worked there once upon a time.
The lady who founded it was in the resistence in WWII. We met her. She told us women in Italy have accomplished more than women in the US. I guess by proxy, that's true. Italy's been around longer than the US, of course.
I can't wait to visit other countries. Maybe next weekend I'll go away. I don't know. It's all too exciting.
Florence is pretty small compared to New York City, but, I guess most places are. The dogs here are still ugly and mean. I eat a lot of fruit and try not to get caught in the rain. Oh, I am also taking Italian Literature and (of course) Italian.