May 26, 2012 (Originally posted May 30)
This morning I was going to meet people from downstairs at the corner cafe for breakfast. Since I couldn't hear anything in their room, I walked across the street myself and was thrilled to find that the woman behind the counter recognized me! After I answered with a shy but cheerful "Caio!" and saw that no one else was there yet, I waited around. Since no one else showed up I crossed the street, went back up to my 4th floor appartment and had "Armonie dorate" which I think is the name for sliced biscottate, cuz it just tasted like toast.
We took public bus system using the booklet of 10 tickets we each bought at the tobacco shop the night before. Tobacco shops here have blue signs with white "T"s on them that say "Sale e Tobacchi" meaning salt and tobacco because both used to be taxed. As our professor, Peter, jokingly said "The downfall of mankind-salt." It's not taxed anymore, though the word is still on the signs. Tourists need tobacco shops because they sell bus tickets (singles or books of 10) and postage stamps.
Rafting!!! History lesson. One big splash-soaked
Walked to university cafeteria with soaking wet shoes. yuck
Planned group dinner for that night. Julia and I made garlic bread. Bought at market. Bought Cookies at bakery. Met my new best friend the bakery lady. Got myself delicious strawberry-topped cake.
Oven smoked. Opened all the windows and boys' windows across the hall. Used oven in someone elses's apartment. Everyone in our apartment for dinner. Menu. washed the dishes.
Out to walk around city. Got hot tea at cafe and waiter thought I was strange. Julia got hot chocolate and he laughed at both of us. Came home late because I wasn't about to walk across the city by myself after dark, no matter how safe I feel.
