<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:26:19.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Sogno</title><subtitle type='html'>Beautiful Dream</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-2473621886449623961</id><published>2009-05-16T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:42:55.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's my last day in Florence; I really can't. It flew by, but went so slow at the same time. Me, Lauren and Emily are the only ones left, as Stella, Paige and Amanda already took off. Our apartment is so empty and quiet. It's weird sitting here in this chair surrounded by memories. It didn't hit me until this morning when I woke up and I've had a pit in my stomach all day. Walking by Santa Croche for one of the last times was the weirdest feeling in the world. I'm sad to go but I'm ready to start/continue my life at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't written in a while. Last thursday, Jesse, Lauren Stella and I went to Dantes across the river. It was quite eventful. We were seated at our table by the waiter, and instead of the waiter bringing us our water, menus and bread, some random guy did, and thought that maybe we wouldn't notice? Didn't say a word, jus smiled and gave us what we needed and went back to his table. Five minutes later our waitress comes over with a note written on the back of a bill and four names and phone numbers. We laughed and put the note aside. Then they come over with an open bottle of wine and start pouring it in our glasses and proceed to talk to us for about 15 minutes. They were actually really funny and respecful and not like other creepy Italian men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sg7JLn56f1I/AAAAAAAAANI/7TBNF5UDlno/s1600-h/IMG_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sg7JLn56f1I/AAAAAAAAANI/7TBNF5UDlno/s320/IMG_2031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336423810008252242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Stella and I got up early to get on a train and spend the day at the beach in ViaReggio. It was a gorgeous day and perfect for sun bathing, but I've never been bothered by so many vendors in my life. Like if my eyes are closed, and I'm comfortable and sleeping on the beach, dont wake me up to offer me some useless piece of junk that you know I'm not going to buy anyway. I won't miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Stella, Jesse and I took off for our last academic field trip to the Thermal baths. It was unlike anything I expected. It was in the country side, very secluded and quiet and in the middle of nowhere. We stayed in like this little community type thing with pathways and thermal baths. Instead of staying in hotel rooms, we stayed in villas! There were about 4 of us in each one and it had a living room, kitchen, 2 bathrooms, and 2 bedrooms. I wish the trip had been more than one night. It was so relaxing-- we lounged out by the pool for hours at a time and even got a complimentary massage. It was my first massage and I definitely loved it. Funny that the first thing Dad AND Nick asked was, "was it a lady or a man that gave it to you?" haha. It was a lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I took all my finals. I think they went relatively well, and I think I managed to pull it off and do well this semester, despite what some people may have though (ahem mom) about me slacking off on my work and just soaking in the fact that I was in Italy. I have to say though, my Italian is no better than when I came here. But i DO have 2 "short films" to show people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night was our last night all together. We decided to go to this hip place that only opens up in the spring because it is an outdoor club. We heard great things about it so we were like oh sweet lets go. Me, Nick and Lauren, being the cheap ones that we are walked (even though it was all the way across Florence) while Stella, Emily and Paige got a cab. We called each other for the entire night being like "where are you! I'm at the bar...I'm at the entrance...no you're not..i don't see you". Come to find out we were at two different clubs, both outdoors and both in the park. It was still a great time..unlike anything I've ever seen in my life. It was amazing. There were like 5 different bars and different sections to dance with different types of music. It was so classy and everyone was dressed up. All the workers were in suits, there was flaming champaigne everywhere, and hired dancers to dance on stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, four of us went to Ganzo for lunch. As soon as I walked in, one of the waiters was kind of staring at me funny as if he recognized me and was like "You are the girl....in the picture" haha it felt so awesome. Then he said something about somebody buying it?? but I didn't understand. After that Lauren and I went to go drop stuff off at FUA to donate for earthquake victims and we went to a little shop to find her dad a wallet. The guy that worked there was seriously the cutest old man I had ever seen in my entire life. My eyes are tearing up just thinking about him. So slowly and delicately packing up the wallet in tissue paper and a box, realizing that his old old cash register wouldn't open to give Lauren change, and then his eyes lit up when she had exact change and was sooo thankful. Cutest thing ever. &lt;br /&gt;I'm also realllly really going to miss seeing the dog that lives on the corner every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Paige, Emily, Lauren and I all pulled our mattresses into the living room and had a big slumber party. We made sure that we stayed up until 2 though because that's when the secret bakery opens. It's in this hidden ally way and doesn't look like a place at all, but when you walk inside you walk straight into where they bake it and they have fresh and warm baked goods all ready for you to take, all for a euro. It was the best donut I have ever had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back we laughed for about 45 minutes because Lauren was recording video tapes in her detective voice, talking about our adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many more pictures that I'm waiting to have people upload..so check back for a picture blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Florence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-2473621886449623961?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/2473621886449623961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/2473621886449623961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/2473621886449623961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sg7JLn56f1I/AAAAAAAAANI/7TBNF5UDlno/s72-c/IMG_2031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-1653639194245459820</id><published>2009-05-11T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T03:13:33.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicily Video</title><content type='html'>If anyone has 20 minutes, my teacher made a video about our trip to Sicily. I'm in it a few times. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://videorai.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;(just copy and paste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update about thermal baths as soon as I get pictures. My camera batteries died so I have to depend on other people uploading them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-1653639194245459820?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/1653639194245459820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/05/sicily-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/1653639194245459820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/1653639194245459820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/05/sicily-video.html' title='Sicily Video'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-8290225940427321280</id><published>2009-05-04T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:39:14.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicily</title><content type='html'>So at the last minute, the train schedule changed and we had to take a bus from Florence to Rome and catch the overnight train there. I wish that that wasn’t the case, because on the 4 hour bus ride to Rome, two seats in front of me, this kid randomly threw up on the floor. It was there for almost three hours, and we were all suffocating ourselves in our blankets. We got off at a rest stop to go to the bathroom and get food, and me being the squeamish and stubborn one that I am, refused to get back on the bus until it was cleaned off the floor. So I marched right up to the bus driver and told him so. He cleaned it, and only then did I get back on the bus. The overnight train was a good time. It was my first time on one and I felt like I was in Harry Potter. I was expecting the cart lady to come rolling down the aisles offering us pumpkin pastries at any second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and I started this thing, where we talk like detectives and record everything we do by times. For example (and the reason behind us giggling for about 20 minutes in the dark while we were trying to fall asleep on the train) “11:24, we lay down for a snooze.” It’s not funny unless you do it in the detective voice from those old black and white movies. Anyways, we did this the entire trip, and needless to say, everyone was annoyed with it by the end of the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sf8MCJHLvfI/AAAAAAAAANA/JeYlyAYt-S0/s1600-h/SS856566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sf8MCJHLvfI/AAAAAAAAANA/JeYlyAYt-S0/s320/SS856566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331993714775277042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we were awoken by Francesco and when we opened our cabin door all we saw was ocean. It was beautiful. We got off the train and all got cappuccinos and pastries, and walked to a beautiful garden in Taormina with stones and statues and gorgeous flowers(birds of paradise) and trees. Lauren and I took some immature pictures imitating statues and we found some mating caterpillars. Emily really wanted me to pick one up to take a picture of me with it, and just as I was reaching for it, Mark slaps my hand away and pulls me away and says “Honey, leave them alone, they’re having sex. How would you like it if someone pet you? The sock is on the door, just leave them be”. HAHAHA. About an hour after our morning pastry, Francesco took us to the best bakery where we watched them make canolis in the back kitchen, and then we ate them. It was the best canoli I ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sf8LULfAYVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IXIQX-ZWmqQ/s1600-h/SS856562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sf8LULfAYVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IXIQX-ZWmqQ/s320/SS856562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331992925138084178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we take a bus to the beach and lay out for 4 hours. It was the most relaxing thing ever and it was quite a change actually laying on send rather than rocks. We got back on the bus and drove two hours to Syracusa where our hotel was, checked in, showered, and rested until dinner. These trips take a lot out of me so I went to bed early both nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sf8Kc_rTPQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/H49Lmt57YDk/s1600-h/IMG_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sf8Kc_rTPQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/H49Lmt57YDk/s320/IMG_1817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331991977075621122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we woke up early, ate breakfast at our hotel and started our walking tour of Syracusa. We went into this cave and this dog was going absolutely crazy barking up at the top and like trying to climb up the cave walls, and then frantically chasing his tale. A picture was taken of the dog, and on several peoples cameras there was an or over the dogs head, so we agreed that a ghost was definitely messing with this dog. Afterwards we went to an amphitheater which was pretty cool and apparently Al Pacino has performed there. Above the amphitheater were caves and waterfalls and apparently people used to “make love” in these caves which looked really uncomfortable but it was weird because it actually looked like the shape of beds were formed in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sf8K9sr3Z6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/KJIioammJNY/s1600-h/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sf8K9sr3Z6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/KJIioammJNY/s320/IMG_1845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331992538913400738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to tour the city, and Francesco was being completely inappropriate the entire time. Mind you this man has to be in his 70’s. He had a friend there that he knew that was helping him chaperone and show us around, and evidently he was gay because Francesco kept telling us to “follow the gay man”. We were in the catacombs which weren’t as cool as in Paris (all the bones were gone in this one), and Francesco lights up a cigarette and then tells us that when we were done taking pictures, to “turn around and follow the gay”. At one point when we were outside, sitting on the steps of the church this ADORABLE little boy, had to have been just about 2, kept running over to us and smiling and flirting and would get soo mad when his dad would pick him up and try to take him away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that we did on Saturday was take a boat ride out into the ocean. I’m pretty sure everyone but me and Lauren jumped into the water, climbed a cliff and jumped off. Few had bathing suits. Most jumped in clothes, or underwear. I was satisfied just watching. The highlight of this boatride for me though, was when this poor bird was drowning—I was near tears until the boat driver pulled over and saved it. It made my day. My dinner was terrible. I basically had a plate of cheese. It’s ridiculously hard being a vegetarian over here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sf8LqCVhu_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/jYGjnVma5n0/s1600-h/SS856569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sf8LqCVhu_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/jYGjnVma5n0/s320/SS856569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331993300639529970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to Noto. I loved the architecture there. It was soo clean and much different from that of Florence or any other place that I’ve been in Italy for that matter. After this we went to the beach again for another 2 hours, ate lunch, and were off to the train station. While we were waiting for our late train (it would be a miracle if a train was ever on time in Italy) I decided to fulfill a bet that I had with Lauren. I bet that Francesco would let me have a puff of his cigarette. She bet that there was no way he would let me. We bet a huge bag of peanut m&amp;m’s because they’re 4 euros here and hard to find. I asked him, and he handed it over. I took a tiny puff and barely had it out of my mouth before pointing at Lauren and jumping around because I just won a bag of M&amp;M’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-8290225940427321280?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/8290225940427321280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/05/sicily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/8290225940427321280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/8290225940427321280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/05/sicily.html' title='Sicily'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sf8MCJHLvfI/AAAAAAAAANA/JeYlyAYt-S0/s72-c/SS856566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-6986431304445126228</id><published>2009-04-27T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:28:05.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amalfi Coast</title><content type='html'>Although leaving at 6:30 in the morning for the Amalfi Coast, wasn't my idea of fun, it was definitely worth it. I slept and read for the entire 6 hour busride, aside from the time that we stopped in Naples for a few hours for lunch and exploring. It was insane knowing that I could have been walking on the same streets that my great grandfather walked on. The city itself was sort of a poor country, but the coast was BEAUTIFUL. The farther south you go, the more beautiful and blue the water becomes. After eating a delicious pizza, walking the coast, and being entertained by a drummer in the street, we continued our journey to our hotel in a little town on the Amalfi coast. The hotel was definitely not as nice as the one in Lake Maggiore, but it had a bed and running water, and that's all I needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SfW_GasQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YiQ0PQCmdgk/s1600-h/SS856491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SfW_GasQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YiQ0PQCmdgk/s320/SS856491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329375851027953698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got in, we had time to relax a little bit, freshen up and then head off to dinner. We made some great new friends on this trip, Kara and Stephanie and they were a lot of fun to hang out with and we had several laughs at dinner. One of them consisting of our bet about whether or not flies poop or puke when they land. We tried to find out from other tables what the answer was by the majority, and someones answer was "they spit seven times". Thanks for the help. We attempted to go out that night, and all 70 of us found this empty bar and took over the entire thing. I was way too tired, so after about an hour, and no drinks, decided to just go back, and go to sleep. Good thing because we had to be up at 6:30 the next day. We took a boat to a ferry, and then an hour long ferry to Capri. It was too cold that morning to sit outside so we stayed inside and I finished another one of my books. Once I get going on one, I finish them in 3 days. Upon docking in Capri, I immediately fell in love. The water was like no water I've ever seen. It was straight up turquois. We got in line for a boat tour right away. Not all of us did it because it wasn't included but it was only ten euros. It brought us all around the ocean and showed us different grottos. We definitely got unexpectadly wet, but it was so worth it. I think that was my favorite part of the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SfW-dH1w8GI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XcHni_jpimA/s1600-h/SS856513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SfW-dH1w8GI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XcHni_jpimA/s320/SS856513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329375141592887394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the boat tour, somehow 7 of us got stuck with our chaperone Francesco, who is this old man that teaches at FUA. It's great because he knows where everything is, but I can't stand walking at someone elses pace. I just want to do things myself. We went out to lunch, and we didn't even have the privaledge of picking out our own food. He orders for us. It was good though, I really can't complain. After that we walked around Capri. He took us to these gardens on a balcony that had a wonderful view. Cristiano, (he's in charge of the academic field trips, he's a little older than us, Italian, maybe a grad student..i don't know his whole story), but he's walking around taking pictures and giggling, and I'm like what are you laughing at...and his only response was "my nation". HAHA i dont know why it was so funny to me, but it was. After following Francesco for hours, Stella and I were able to separate and go lay on the beach. That was an interesting experience in itself. Stella pretty much got hit in the face with a soccer ball, stones were inches away from hitting us, and some Italians walked by and took pictures of us sunbathing. I don't think they knew that we were peering at them through squinted eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SfXAQ7m2xHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1RKFwrYl67g/s1600-h/SS856510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SfXAQ7m2xHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1RKFwrYl67g/s320/SS856510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329377131173954674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from Capri we stopped in another coastal town. We were only there for about 45 minutes, enough time to look around at little shops. Stella's highschool friend, Mark, sweetest boy you'll ever meet, he's gay which makes it SOOOOO mcuh better because I think they are the best kind of human being. We were walking around and he points out, in his boston accent, and cute little voice.."did you see this woman's breasticles..they got water comin outta them". Sure enough there was a fountain of a woman with water coming out of each of her breasts. On the ferry ride back I sat up top because I was convinced I would get more color, and I had a long and hilarious conversation with Kara, and this kid Addison. His way of breaking the ice was by telling Kara that she had a "killer lens" on her camera. After that we talked the whole way back about anything and everything. He said that I had the most contagious laugh, and that the day before he caught himself laughing from across the room, just because I was laughing and was like "I want to be her friend." I really didn't know that my laugh was so unique but it's pretty much one of the first things that everyone says upon meeting me. We ended up making a bet, because he didn't think that us girls would be able to get ready on time for dinner cause we didn't have much time when we got back. If we didn't make it downstairs by 8, we would have to suck on his socks. HAHA the next day he kiddingly admitted that "I love sucking on my socks. I purposely made a bet that would be win win for me." That night at dinner, all 70 of us packed into a restaurant, and the guests that were already there were not pleased about it. Obviously if there are that many people in a small room, let alone Americans, it's going to be loud. Our table was being quiet and somehow, we kept getting blamed for all the noise by this stupid woman next to us who kept giving us the worst death glares, and at one point came over and yelled at our table in Italian. I wanted to smack the miserable look right off her face. We were so exhausted from the long day, that after dinner, we just went right to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SfW_xk4Et0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/TGntvNp0-0Y/s1600-h/SS856536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SfW_xk4Et0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/TGntvNp0-0Y/s320/SS856536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329376592496211778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up the next morning, checked out, ate breakfast, and went off to Pompeii. We had this miserable tour guide on our bus that we all wanted to shoot, because we just wanted to sleep and she wouldn't shut up. She kept yelling at people, and it just made us want to ignore her more. It was an extremely interesting day, and not even because of the sites. The sites were pretty but got old after awhile because everything started to look the same. It was crazy because they actually had the people covered in ash, and preserved for us to look at. Stella made quite a special friend there, who kept staring at her and waving everytime he walked by. We think there might have been something wrong with him, so I started to feel really bad, and so did Mark. He was like "that must have took so much courage for him to wave!" What else happened..hmm we saw a little girl legit squat and start peeing on the ancient archaeological sites. The look on Marks face was absolutely priceless. He went on and on about  how innappropriate it was. After our tourguide legit got into a brawl about who got to see the brothel first, we entered only to find a menu on the walls, where you could choose which position you wanted. It was really awkward seeing the like stone rooms and beds, just knowing what happened there hundreds of years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SfXAv6BsFPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9p12i_QdnHk/s1600-h/SS856538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SfXAv6BsFPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9p12i_QdnHk/s320/SS856538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329377663325574386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite an interesting trip.&lt;br /&gt;20 more days left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-6986431304445126228?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/6986431304445126228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/04/amalfi-coast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/6986431304445126228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/6986431304445126228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/04/amalfi-coast.html' title='Amalfi Coast'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SfW_GasQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YiQ0PQCmdgk/s72-c/SS856491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-2888693423817228320</id><published>2009-04-20T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:41:03.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Maggiore &amp; Como</title><content type='html'>So I can tell that my time here is coming to a close, because all my academic field trips were booked for the past 4 weekends, and they have begun. This past weekend Stella and I went to Lake Maggiore and Como and it was an absolute blast and sooo beautiful. We made lots of new friends and enjoyed lots of laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SezM4QKVCbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vhSZZL5PL1M/s1600-h/SS856407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SezM4QKVCbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vhSZZL5PL1M/s320/SS856407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326857726055483826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night we got there, we checked into our gorgeous hotel and put on our bathing suits right away and took advantage of the indoor pool and jacuzzi. We went to dinner and afterwards our chaperone brought us to this really cute bar in town with an African type theme. We went to bed fairly early that day, and thank god because the next day was non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SezNXHWUpXI/AAAAAAAAALg/CmT4ra3iZ3k/s1600-h/SS856339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SezNXHWUpXI/AAAAAAAAALg/CmT4ra3iZ3k/s320/SS856339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326858256265815410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early, ate breakfast, and were off to the dock to start our excursion from island to island, palace to palace, and garden to garden. I've never seen so many flowers or so many exotic birds in my life. There were these gorgeous white peacocks that were so elegant looking but ruined it when they opened there mouths and made the most atrocious and intimidating sound ever. We learned a lot of interesting stuff in the castles too such as the higher the canopy over a bed, the richer and more powerful the person that sleeps under it. It was sooo cool seeing all their marionets and puppet stages also. It reminded me of the scene in the sound of music where they put on the show. I filmed the entire day so I could put together a travel document for my film class. I'm one of two people that gets to do it. &lt;br /&gt;I got lots of sun that day and I was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SezOaFkD85I/AAAAAAAAALo/uaOrGSASUN4/s1600-h/SS856379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SezOaFkD85I/AAAAAAAAALo/uaOrGSASUN4/s320/SS856379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326859406837805970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a night on the town, and barely any sleep, we woke up to our friend Jesse calling us angrily and saying "Get on this bus NOW" only to realize that it was 8:52 and we were supposed to be on the bus and pulling out by 8:30. We got ready and down there in exactly 6 minutes...we ran onto the bus and our old chaperone Francesco looks at us with a cigarette in his mouth and says "I kill you." hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rainy and cold on Sunday, but we got into a boat and toured Lake Como anyway. We saw tons of villas all along the lake and they were beautiful. We saw Robert Dinero's, Versaces and his tomb, George Clooney, the villa where Mussolini spent his last night, Heinz ketchup, Napoleon's and his dogs tomb (he loved his dog). It was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SezPma4FTTI/AAAAAAAAALw/_NcqYoO3Hts/s1600-h/SS856402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SezPma4FTTI/AAAAAAAAALw/_NcqYoO3Hts/s320/SS856402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326860718228983090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a great weekend and I can't wait to put together and edit all my footage.&lt;br /&gt;I also finished filming my final project today so I can start editing that tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-2888693423817228320?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/2888693423817228320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/04/lake-maggiore-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/2888693423817228320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/2888693423817228320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/04/lake-maggiore-como.html' title='Lake Maggiore &amp; Como'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SezM4QKVCbI/AAAAAAAAALY/vhSZZL5PL1M/s72-c/SS856407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-4210914077351578139</id><published>2009-04-14T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:36:11.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter and such</title><content type='html'>So easter weekend was a blast. It started off Thursday when I got to be in one of my film classmates movie. It put me in such a good mood because that's when I'm the happiest, in front of the camera. Then I went back changed into shorts and sat outside of Santa Croce and did homework because it was so beautiful out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Lauren and I went to Fiesole, which is basically part of Florence, but not really. We had to take a bus up a hill, and it was a gorgeous drive. It had a beautiful view, and I had a really great salad, but the fact that the ATM stole my money, and we had a huge bank issue, kind of ruined my time there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SeUO6zFxqGI/AAAAAAAAALA/7F38LB-Q-A4/s1600-h/SS856287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SeUO6zFxqGI/AAAAAAAAALA/7F38LB-Q-A4/s320/SS856287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324678537745115234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my favorite day. Got up really early and went on a day trip to Cinque Terre. SOOOOO beautiful. Definitely the prettiest place I've seen so far. It's a close runner up to Ireland. We legit like scaled a mountain side. The hike was so intense, but we followed the coast line and it had a gorgeous view. The water was sooo blue. I loved every moment of it. There were so many doggies around and I just wanted to pet all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SeUPSG00S5I/AAAAAAAAALI/sS_-iQS7yrU/s1600-h/SS856298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SeUPSG00S5I/AAAAAAAAALI/sS_-iQS7yrU/s320/SS856298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324678938179685266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I really thought that I'd be able to wake up on time to see the Explosion of the cart outside of the Duomo, but I was wayyy too tired, and instead slept until 12. When I woke up we had a feast with Amandas mom, and her, me and Lauren. We had eggs, easter bread, fruit salad, and a huge chocolate egg. After that I went up to Piazza di Michelangelo and layed out for hours. It was sooo relaxing. Then I came back and did homework for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Lauren and I woke up early and went to the beach in Viareggio. It was pretty windy and cold, but the beach was big and sandy and pretty. We layed out until we felt raindrops and then went back and made dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SeUPt4ju2CI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IglsNxesJyk/s1600-h/SS856309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SeUPt4ju2CI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IglsNxesJyk/s320/SS856309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324679415386265634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video class was actually fun today. I pretty much editted the entire cooking show (almost done) by myself, and it's awesome if I do say so myself. I'm gonna start filming my own script on Thursday, and then I'm also bringing the video camera to Lake Como with me because my teacher said I could film there and make a travel video if I wanted. I need the practice to I said, sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time outside this weekend. Every day. I hated that I was in classes all day today, and pretty much will be all day tomorrow too. But come Thursday, I'm right outside again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-4210914077351578139?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/4210914077351578139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-and-such.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/4210914077351578139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/4210914077351578139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-and-such.html' title='Happy Easter and such'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SeUO6zFxqGI/AAAAAAAAALA/7F38LB-Q-A4/s72-c/SS856287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-5716966140591247774</id><published>2009-04-06T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:21:08.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany</title><content type='html'>I've finally completed the circle of seeing all three countries of my heritage. Germany was the last stop, but definitely nowhere near the least interesting or beautiful. Of course we saw it during its snowy season but it actually made it all the more gorgeous. This country side was much different than that of Italy or Ireland. As opposed to the rolling green hills that those two countries have, Germany is more like a forest. The mountains are rockier and more rugged and filled with pine trees. The second that you start your driving or walking excursion, you feel as though you are within the setting of Hansel and Gretel. Within the cities, everything is well manicured and maintained; everything cut to edge and prim..much different from Italy's uneven stucco buildings with laundry hanging out of windows everywhere you turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SdpDZY1PqkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZGPlJZ7iMM0/s1600-h/BILD0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SdpDZY1PqkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZGPlJZ7iMM0/s320/BILD0815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321640013133228610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eating habits in Germany were very difficult to adjust to, especially being a vegetarian. We had bread and meat for breakfast and dinner. Sometimes a big lunch, and cake and coffee in between every meal. One thing I loved about the food was the salad..for some reason the salad dressing was delicious and I don't know that I'll be able to find anything like that in America. I tried sauerkraut for the first time and loved it. Although it was homemade and I know for a fact that if eaten out of the jar, I wouldn't even get it past my lips. The apple strudel in Germany straight out of the oven is to DIE for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SdpBuVTqIyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XlOl6K-ZsK4/s1600-h/BILD0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SdpBuVTqIyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XlOl6K-ZsK4/s320/BILD0817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321638173941048098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts of Germany was meeting the other side of my family. My Dad's side all live in America, but most of my mom’s side never left Germany. Most don't speak English so it was a little difficult to get things across, nonetheless, still an experience. Tante Ingy still looks the same, cute and witty as ever. When we were all talking about her hair, she says something in German, and Chris(our translator/Toni's grandson/Michaela's son) informed us that she said "What the hell is so great about my hair". haha. All of Toni's grandkids are so cute. Chris, the punk rocker and most like me, Florian aka Flo, the soccer player and definitely going to be the ladies man, and Timmy, the baby and has the cutest and biggest smile that is enough to win anyone over. I loved meeting Michael, who is now 36, because last time I saw him, I can't even remember. I was 5 months old, and he was visiting America and carrying me around on his shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SdpHlzmApsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9Djf9OhS4pw/s1600-h/P1000134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SdpHlzmApsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9Djf9OhS4pw/s320/P1000134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321644624522028738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the days that we were there we took a drive down to one of king Ludwig's castles. I can't pronounce or even come close to spelling it so I'll just describe it as the one that Walt Disney designed Sleeping Beauty's castle in DisneyLand, CA. &lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful. All the way on top of a mountain and of course the bus was down, so we had to hike all the way up. On our trek, we saw a woman walking a dog that appeared to be a yorkie, so we were like awww a yorkie. Well, bad move. This woman was extremely offended by this and rudely shouts "NIEN YORKIE". We didn't let that down for the rest of the trip, and it never got old. Rolf took pictures the entire time that we were in Germany and gave us the CD of pictures at the end of the trip as a surprise, along with a book of Nuremburg, which was so nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sdo-VBQFQ9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/4yyDIWzh2bc/s1600-h/BILD0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sdo-VBQFQ9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/4yyDIWzh2bc/s320/BILD0809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321634440525726674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So story of the trip. We left early enough to return our car, sit down to eat, and go wait to board. We got to the airport in about 2 and a half hours, returned our rental, and went inside the airport to find a place to eat. We're looking around for RyanAir, and figured we must have been in the wrong terminal, so we asked someone where the right terminal was. They replied that it was in a different airport, and not only that, but 90 miles away. We freaked out. I was about to cry because I was without a computer for a week and just wanted to get back and talk to Nick, but needless to say, a crazy cab ride on the autobahn and 170 euros later, we made it to our plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SdpE0piTj1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5XbZQCN8ibM/s1600-h/P1000093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SdpE0piTj1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5XbZQCN8ibM/s320/P1000093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321641580985290578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad went to Venice the next few days while I was in classes, and when they got back I was finally able to show them Florence. We went inside of Santa Croce where Michelangelo’s tomb is, I took them to the engagement spot, San Lorenzo's market, Dantes and Ponte Vecchio. We also went wine tasting on Saturday morning up at Verrazano's castle in Chianti. It was pretty interesting even though I don't like wine. It was absolutely beautiful up there and the true image that I had in my head of Tuscany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad are gone now, but I enjoyed their visit and am so happy that I got to show them the lifestyle that I've been living for the past few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-5716966140591247774?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/5716966140591247774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/04/germany.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/5716966140591247774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/5716966140591247774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/04/germany.html' title='Germany'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SdpDZY1PqkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZGPlJZ7iMM0/s72-c/BILD0815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-949301659918632537</id><published>2009-03-24T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:37:00.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I love you...</title><content type='html'>So as I'm sure all of you have heard by now, and I'm also pretty sure it's no surprise that me and Nick are engaged as of March 14th, 2009.  He came to visit on the 13th, and about 24 hours later, I had a ring on my finger. It's absolutely beautiful and more than I ever could have asked for. I can't get an entirely clear picture of it, but I tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclZNnvCAUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b7GsEohYftU/s1600-h/2579_517161332955_57402482_31158852_4046484_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclZNnvCAUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b7GsEohYftU/s320/2579_517161332955_57402482_31158852_4046484_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316878925626999106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after walking across the river and up about a million stairs, we reached Piazza di Michelangelo, which is where it happened. We were up there for probably 2 hours just walking around and relaxing and admiring the view. Then when we were sitting in this cute little alcove with fishies, and people started to dwindle away, and the church bells started to ring, he popped the question. I wasn't even sure if it was real at first because we always talk about it, but then he pulled out the ring, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I wanted to cry, and can't even remember if I did I not, because I was trying to remind myself to breathe. Everything that I've ever hoped and wished for came true in about 30 seconds. The chunk that was missing from my life was filled the second that Nick walked into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclZnqLmesI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o_y_5VFXCZg/s1600-h/SS856243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclZnqLmesI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o_y_5VFXCZg/s320/SS856243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316879372960299714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traci Lynn Colby&lt;/em&gt; is going to be my new name. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time in Italy was a blast, but I found my favorite place in the whole world, and that is Ireland. It was kind of a long journey to get there seeing that we had a 4 hour layover in Scotland, which turned out to be one of the most fun times we'd ever had together. We had a 4 hour layover and somehow still managed to almost miss our flight because they went and changed the gate without announcing it. I got this magazine there that came with a bag and a free candy bar and lotto tickets. Nick and I were thrilled to see that we could have possible won money because we got "3 kangaroos". All we had to do was call a number to see how much money we won. That should have been a warning signal right there, but us caught up in excitement called the number right away that was charging us about 1.10 POUNDS per minute, and by the time we got to the end of the 6 minute call, the kangaroos were the last thing to be announced only to show that we had won 10 pounds. hahaha As if we didnt lose enough money, we tried to win it all back by playing slot machines in the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, 10 pounds poorer, we arrived to Dublin in one piece. I was thrilled the second we stepped foot into the cab because not only was the steering wheel on the other side of the car, but our driver had the BEST Irish accent I have ever heard. We couldn't see too much at night, but he dropped us off at Maeve's school and she met us at the entrance. After welcoming hugs, congratulations, and catching up in her room for hours, we went to sleep. When we woke up, we grabbed sandwiches at her little school cafe and a much missed STARBUCKS. haha quote from Maeve. "They have sandwiches. Sandwiches are delicious. I've never had one here, but just in general". I love her. We ate them outside in this little courtyard and were pretty amused by a bird that we named Simon for about 20 minutes. When we got back to her room and were trying to decide what to do, we watched this animal show that had to be the most depressing thing ever allowed on air. Like every story about an animal, ended terribly. I was in tears at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclaAvW16OI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dWrzDMBCRfE/s1600-h/SS856226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclaAvW16OI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dWrzDMBCRfE/s320/SS856226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316879803846355170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I packed up our stuff from Maeves and took a bus into the city center of Dublin where we then had to navigate our way to our hotel. I'm so proud of myself for be able to use a map. ha. We checked in, and then went exploring. We found the cutest park. It was soooo beautiful. It had a huge pond and a bridge and rocks and trees and fountains and gazebos everywhere. We were entertained by ducks for probably a half hour. There was one girl duck, and the rest were boys, and we stood there making up stories about them as we went along. The girl duck was me, and there was this one boy duck that never left her side, and that was Nick..then there was a really skinny one that kept sneaking up behind us, and he gave that one to Toph. The other two were Milky and Ian. But anyways, for legit 20 or 30 minutes we were going on and on and like making up scenarios for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclastkG1TI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UKLQwAY4DEM/s1600-h/SS856184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclastkG1TI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UKLQwAY4DEM/s320/SS856184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316880559279363378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner at burger king, and then went back to our room to get ready for the night. Maeve and her three friends met us there and they came bearing gifts. Maeve is sooo sweet. She brought us champaigne, and wine, and chocolates and cookies as a congrats/birthday present! She is so cute. It was so good to see Maeve, I missed her terribly. We laughed A LOT, and sang "that's not my name" A LOT. The night was definitely interesting. Irish men are by far the worst about touching. They didn't even care that Nick was 2 feet away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclbCQFyoRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8riWj17YR_c/s1600-h/SS856208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclbCQFyoRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8riWj17YR_c/s320/SS856208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316880929324704018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was def. one of the best days of my life. We got on a bus and went about an hour south to Wicklow. We wanted to see Wicklow National Park which is where Holly and Gerry met in P.S. I love you, but we unfortunately only got to Wicklow Town. This was far more beautiful than I imagined. It was like the best of ALL worlds. Cute little town, right on the ocean AND in the mountains. Look behind you it's a mass of water, or look in front of you and you see miles and miles of rolling fields and mountains. This town is everything I wanted Ireland to be. I compltely plan on coming back and exploring more because I still want to see Wicklow National Park, Galway, the Blarney Stone, and so much more. Ireland is the best country that I've been thus far. I could have sat on the cliff for hours over the ocean, and staring into the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclbZb4NjkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E2df-5qLT2Q/s1600-h/SS856232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclbZb4NjkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E2df-5qLT2Q/s320/SS856232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316881327625965122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streets of Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclbphD5RXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ads1TdzEl90/s1600-h/SS856235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclbphD5RXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ads1TdzEl90/s320/SS856235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316881603895051634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclcQkBdwvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SKq8wEp1CVs/s1600-h/SS856242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclcQkBdwvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SKq8wEp1CVs/s320/SS856242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316882274705064690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back, ate burger king again, and went back to our room, laughed over pictures for hours, listened to the live music downstairs, and went to sleep. Nick left at 5 A.M. in the morning, and had to leave in such a hurry that I thank God, didn't have time to cry. A few hours later, I had to get up and get a bus to the airport to leave for Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/ScldKhIk4NI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6S424IGmDKI/s1600-h/SS856262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/ScldKhIk4NI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6S424IGmDKI/s320/SS856262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316883270361997522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met mom and dad in the station, dropped off our stuff at the hotel, and went out to eat and then the Trevi fountain. I made a wish in it and got to throw coins over my shoulder, so I now have that too, to cross off of my bucket list. The next day we went to Vatican City which wasn't as terribly boring as I expected. Saint Peter's Basillica was really cool, and it was crazy knowing that we were liturally walking through a building full of tombs of past Pope's. We also got to see the Piate, which I am still awestruck that Michelangelo sculpted when he was 23. The sistine chapel, once we got there, wasn't at all what I expected. We had to climb up stairs, down stairs, through tunnels, through art galleries, long hallways, and lots of security, and it ended up being a very small room that didn't look like a chapel at all. The paintings were amazing and popped out at you, but for the amount of chlosterphobia I felt, I still haven't decided if it was worth it. We ate at this cute little hidden cafe, and then were so wiped out that we had to go home and nap before we went out again to see the Colluseum. That was crazy too. I didn't get to go inside, but I'm not sure that I would have liked to. It's beautiful from the outside, but I'd imagine it to be eery on the inside knowing that millions of people died in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Scle87sFBAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0dp_FFlAY84/s1600-h/P1000057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Scle87sFBAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0dp_FFlAY84/s320/P1000057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316885235995313154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the cutest restaurant that night. The atmosphere is what made it fun.I loved the Italian music playing and our waiter loved his job and kept coming back to our table with a new prop every 5 minutes. He also brought us shots. The first one he gave me was cocacola, and I KNEW it didn't taste like anything. I said this to mom and dad, but when he came back i pretended like I loved it, and then he gave me another one, which sure enough, was much stronger. He thought he was hilarious. He was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclgTcwPfLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ww5Scbp3fW0/s1600-h/P1000065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclgTcwPfLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ww5Scbp3fW0/s320/P1000065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316886722339896498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Florence I am for the night, only to get up at 4 A.M. and be off to Germany. Last destination before I have seen every country of my heritage. I'm very excited. Post again in about a week :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclfbMFtVeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bjjmaVvvgF8/s1600-h/P1000039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclfbMFtVeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bjjmaVvvgF8/s320/P1000039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316885755793855970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-949301659918632537?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/949301659918632537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/03/ps-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/949301659918632537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/949301659918632537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/03/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I love you...'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SclZNnvCAUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b7GsEohYftU/s72-c/2579_517161332955_57402482_31158852_4046484_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-1471377915782194397</id><published>2009-03-13T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:15:14.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures stolen from Nick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="gl_align_center" alt="Align Center" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowZrfUdDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/i1kAd1GaGy4/s1600-h/2579_517049142785_57402482_31152617_1332943_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312611928165872690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowZrfUdDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/i1kAd1GaGy4/s320/2579_517049142785_57402482_31152617_1332943_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; drinking out of the fountains in Lucca. We saw people from the town filling up their water bottles here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowZUKosEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/newNa0StiYA/s1600-h/2579_517049112845_57402482_31152611_3284951_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312611921905102914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowZUKosEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/newNa0StiYA/s320/2579_517049112845_57402482_31152611_3284951_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in front of Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowRtjSheI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KlTGGCyoH_4/s1600-h/2579_517049097875_57402482_31152608_296437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312611791280440802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowRtjSheI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KlTGGCyoH_4/s320/2579_517049097875_57402482_31152608_296437_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arc de Triumph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowRp7cB9I/AAAAAAAAAII/AFs-jyWtGcg/s1600-h/2579_517049107855_57402482_31152610_3927573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312611790307985362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowRp7cB9I/AAAAAAAAAII/AFs-jyWtGcg/s320/2579_517049107855_57402482_31152610_3927573_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crying on the Metro because I was about to see the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowRgQcYiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5NFQVMogaao/s1600-h/2579_517049087895_57402482_31152606_4526162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312611787711734306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowRgQcYiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5NFQVMogaao/s320/2579_517049087895_57402482_31152606_4526162_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In front of the gates of Versailles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowRgJMBKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/p3hA48QiPm4/s1600-h/2579_517049042985_57402482_31152597_3508688_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312611787681301666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowRgJMBKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/p3hA48QiPm4/s320/2579_517049042985_57402482_31152597_3508688_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eiffel Tower on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowRIF6RCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/SnJHEL7RLP8/s1600-h/2579_517049037995_57402482_31152596_2986866_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312611781225104418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowRIF6RCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/SnJHEL7RLP8/s320/2579_517049037995_57402482_31152596_2986866_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pop Champaigne at midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sbov-L-uDzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u2x4tUCiIE0/s1600-h/2579_517048988095_57402482_31152586_2515856_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312611455851171634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sbov-L-uDzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u2x4tUCiIE0/s320/2579_517048988095_57402482_31152586_2515856_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People break dancing in front of the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sbov-CRiLaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/B3cGzyw4Qfc/s1600-h/2579_517048958155_57402482_31152580_3315398_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312611453245730210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sbov-CRiLaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/B3cGzyw4Qfc/s320/2579_517048958155_57402482_31152580_3315398_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wrote our names on the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sbov-NSO2TI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pqjUJhvNh48/s1600-h/2579_517048918235_57402482_31152572_971539_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312611456201447730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sbov-NSO2TI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pqjUJhvNh48/s320/2579_517048918235_57402482_31152572_971539_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me being me...I think on the second floor?? of the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sbov-JC5Y-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/F-8hp8n7MF0/s1600-h/2579_517048893285_57402482_31152567_4841871_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312611455063385058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sbov-JC5Y-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/F-8hp8n7MF0/s320/2579_517048893285_57402482_31152567_4841871_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So happy :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sbov92lW4AI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wRTMEzGXs6E/s1600-h/2579_517048863345_57402482_31152562_4685247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312611450107650050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sbov92lW4AI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wRTMEzGXs6E/s320/2579_517048863345_57402482_31152562_4685247_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-1471377915782194397?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/1471377915782194397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-stolen-from-nick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/1471377915782194397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/1471377915782194397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-stolen-from-nick.html' title='pictures stolen from Nick'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbowZrfUdDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/i1kAd1GaGy4/s72-c/2579_517049142785_57402482_31152617_1332943_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-8493357201139730745</id><published>2009-03-09T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:18:31.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris!</title><content type='html'>Let me just start off by saying that all the good pictures are in possession Nicholas Hess and he's not uploading them until Wednesday soo just bare with mine for a little while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWTFY7xJkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EoRS3C292sE/s1600-h/SS856060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWTFY7xJkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EoRS3C292sE/s320/SS856060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311313056355132994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok where to begin. The bus ride to Pisa airport was the most frustrating and obnoxious ride of our entire life. Lauren and I (Nick went a day early) wanted to strangle this group of girls that wouldn't stop talking extremely loud about guys, and makeup, and how tubetops surprisingly don't prevent your camera from water damage. We were trying to sleep...and couldn't. Then we got to the airport and I was furious because they confiscated all my cosmetics and I was freaking out because I did not want to break out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWTF5MTVwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rNQv5F_heX4/s1600-h/SS856065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWTF5MTVwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rNQv5F_heX4/s320/SS856065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311313065014417154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the flight was quick and I slept the entire time. When we landed this feeling came over my entire body that I can't describe. I couldn't believe I just landed in the city that I had been waiting to go to my entire life. We easily got on the bus into the city center and as we were driving we caught a glimpse of the eiffel tower all lit up from far away. That's when I knew it was real. We got into the city center and had to take the metro to where our hotel was, and Nick and his friend Emily met us at the exit and walked us to the hotel. It was soo cute. There were these two cats Gabby and Maxi (who we called maxi pad), that just sat on the counters all day and soaked up all the attention that they could get. Lauren hates cats, and hated them. We put our stuff in our room and Nick showed brought us outside and showed us the Moulin Rouge, which we were steps away from. We walked around a little bit and were intrigued by the "peep shows" that lined the streets. I also saw my first prostitute, BUT Nick seems to think that it was a man in drag, so I'm not really sure if that counts. We ate french fries and went back and got ready for bed. Let me describe to you our bathroom. So we open a door, and you walk into a shower, but also in the shower was a sink AND a toilet. HAHA, we got a laugh out of it, but didn't complain. Everything's an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWTGZVrqeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dQx3afXW2Ik/s1600-h/SS856077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWTGZVrqeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dQx3afXW2Ik/s320/SS856077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311313073643694562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we went to a beautiful church at the top of a hill that overlooked the entire city of Paris. There was a harpest player up there and it was BEAUTIFUL. I was sooo tempted to buy a CD. Next we went to Notre Dame, and it made me really want to watch the hunchback of Notre Dame. I think that was the first gargoyle I've ever seen and it was really cool. I lit a candle inside and took a picture. After that, we met Emily's friends, who study in Paris for lunch. We had delicious sandwiches and crepes and a drink for 6 euros each! The crepe was soooooo good with Nutella inside. We parted ways with them because they had class and then took off towards the Eiffel tower. When we were one stop away from getting of the Metro to the Eiffel Tower, my heart started beating soo entirely fast and all Nick had to do was say "This is it, this is what you've been waiting for your whole life", and I started crying. We got out and walked up the stairs to outside, and Nick covered my eyes and led me up the stairs and then when we got to the top he let go, and it was right in front of me. I cried into Lauren for about 5 minutes, and then we started walking closer to it. We climbed the first two levels and then took the elevator the rest of the way. I wrote mine and Nicks initials at the top so there's another thing I can cross off my bucket list! I still can't believe I was there. After that we went and saw the Arc de Triumph which was also beautiful, but after seeing the Eiffel Tower I was really hard to impress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWTGwtRhUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MoYP5Y5U92k/s1600-h/SS856079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWTGwtRhUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MoYP5Y5U92k/s320/SS856079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311313079916660034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our own sandwiches that night, and then went to a hookah bar. It's totally legal and something I had to say I did in Paris! Then we went to a salsa club, which would have been a cool concept if 1. I knew how to salsa dance and 2. if the men weren't so creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWTEzTDhmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SEQ0tj35PrU/s1600-h/SS856048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWTEzTDhmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SEQ0tj35PrU/s320/SS856048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311313046252258914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Versailles. There was gold everywhere and it was really beautiful. Lauren took the inside tour of the palace, while Nick, Emily and I just walked the grounds and saw the gardens which would have been a lot more beautiful if it was spring, so we had to use our imaginations. Allison just happened to be in Paris that weekend so I called her to have her and one of her friends Annie come meet us for my birthday dinner. We went to go pick them up at her stop and it was the scariest thing of my life. Guys SWARM around you as soon as you leave the metro station. One of them grabbed me from behind and I whipped around so fast and screamed NO! with my finger in  his face and said DONT TOUCH ME! NO! with the most angry look on my face. Thank god Nick is always there to protect us. Anyways..dinner was really good. I had vegetable lasagna, and water! HAHA on my 21st birthday I got water. It's fine though, we got champaigne afterwards and went and waited by the Eiffel tower as it was all lit up. Every hour on the hour it sparkles, so thats how we knew it was midnight and we popped the champaigne and had a huge celebration. Then these french guys came up and were like "Happy birthday, I love you. You are beautiful" and then asked if they could take a picture with me HAHA. Then we were watching these break dancers in front of the tower. They were just doing it for fun, and one of them is doing his moves, and lets out the biggest fart. HAHAHA we were laughing sooo hard. It really was the most amazing birthday ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWUYmmztlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AR1AqbQPkG4/s1600-h/SS856082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWUYmmztlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AR1AqbQPkG4/s320/SS856082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311314485954459218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we went to the catacombs which was really cool, but kinda creepy. We walked soo far down into the ground and through so many bones it was unreal. I was so tempted to touch one, but then I decided that I didn't want to be haunted for the rest of my life. Afterwards we had a quick lunch and then were off to The Louvre. Seeing the Mona Lisa was also unreal. I couldn't believe the most famous painting in the world was right in front of my face. It was soo much smaller than I imagined..it was only about an 11x14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWUZHJ9zNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WSr_BjZVj2M/s1600-h/SS856093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWUZHJ9zNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WSr_BjZVj2M/s320/SS856093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311314494691855570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane ride back was kinda annoying. They almost didn't let Nick carry on his bag...and then the whole boarding thing was insane. They didn't give us a gate number in Paris and people just swarmed from gate to gate until the destination above the gate showed up on the screen. It seriously like herding cattle. This stupid old Italian women was probably the most persistant out of everyone-- shoving her way through the crowd. HAHA she ended up sitting in front of us and Nick wanted so badly to pluck a hair out of her head for his scrapbook. HAHAHAHAHAHA best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWUZpyyhRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5e62zaSiu1E/s1600-h/SS856107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWUZpyyhRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5e62zaSiu1E/s320/SS856107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311314503989888274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris was great, but it's awesoommmmee to be back.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I post Nick's pictures soon..they're so much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-8493357201139730745?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/8493357201139730745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/03/paris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/8493357201139730745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/8493357201139730745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/03/paris.html' title='Paris!'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SbWTFY7xJkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EoRS3C292sE/s72-c/SS856060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-8899119379983917593</id><published>2009-03-01T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:25:25.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucca and Milan</title><content type='html'>so I haven't updated in awhile but the past few days have been quite eventful. Since Wednesday was the start of my weekend, Nick, Lauren, Stella and I decided to go out. At first we were all tired and a little weary, but about 5 minutes into our walk, we could already tell it was going to be a great night. We're on our way to a disco and we see this huge crowd forming outside of this back door, all like waving pieces of paper and CD's in someones face. Turns out its an Italian celebrity named MANGO (pronounced mongo)that everyone was going crazy over. So we took a picture of him, and continued on our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we ran into these 4, 40 year old tourists who were just looking to have a good time. They were looking for the disco, TWICE, and we were like nahhh don't go there (cause its terrible). So they're like, "well where are you going?" and we tell them 21, and they're like "ohhh wow, thats twice our age!" But, disregarding their age, they came with us. The people at the door thought it was so cute that we were "bringing our parents out". So these people were definitely the oldest ones in there by far. One of them was on his two week leave from Iraq, so I'm guessing that his wife and friends met him in Italy for vacation so it would be easier for him. Anyways, they were dancing like fools, and everyone was staring, but it didn't matter because it was great for a laugh. On the walk home we pass a police car, and our feet really hurt so we asked them for a ride home. HAHA they were like SURE, but proceeded to tell us that if anything happened, we had to jump out of the car, and if anyone asked, we were lost and didnt know how to get home. So they dropped us off at the end of our street, took a picture with us, and were on their way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sasm34-REfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QvjNL5Rxlug/s1600-h/SS856030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sasm34-REfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QvjNL5Rxlug/s320/SS856030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308379327414473202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a day of homework. Friday, Lauren and I got up somewhat early and went to the trainstation to meet Nick in hopes of going to Verona, where the Romeo and Juliet platform is. The train times were too late, and we wanted to be able to spend enough time there to see everything and not have to rush. So we picked a random place, and decided on Lucca. The train ride there was interesting seeing as there was a man sitting my himself, making farting noises with his mouth for his own entertainment, and then laughing at himself. When we got there, we were a little concerned because it just seemed like a quiet, dead town, with nothing to see. We were wrong. A few left turns and we were brought into the most BEAUTIFUL picture we have ever seen. It was more country-ish, and just amazing. We ate lunch in a cute little pizzaria, and then decided to rent bikes. It was only 2.50 for an hour. Lauren and I thought it would be a good idea to get one of those 2 people bikes. It wasn't. We got on and stuggled for about 5 minutes to even get it going, and after nearly falling twice, or steering straight into traffic while Nick was laughing at us, we brought back the bike, and each got our own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Friday, I realized that the expression "it's like riding a bike" doesn't make sense, because you can TOTALLY forget how to ride a bike. It took me soooo long to get used to it. I was jerking all over the place and having a really hard time balancing and slowing down when I needed to. But despire that, the bike trail was beautiful and made a complete circle around Lucca and we were able to do two laps. Such a pretty place, and no tourists. The underestimated places seem to have the most hidden treasures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not go out Friday night seeing as we had to wake up extremely early the next morning to meet for our Milan train at 6:45. I slept the entire train ride there. I have to say, I wasn't impressed with Milan. I mean the Cathedral was beautiful because its one of the only Gothic style churches in Italy, but I wasn't that fond of the city itself. It reminded me a lot of NYC, and I felt like everything I saw there I could have seen at home. People were rude everywhere we went and we had TERRIBLE seats for the ballet. What i saw of the dancers were beautiful, and the opera house was insanely gorgeous, but it's not something that I ever need to do again. It was some sort of carnivale in Milan that day, and there were kids EVERYWHERE in every sort of costume you could imagine. Confetti and silly string everywhere, and absolute chaos. Stella, Lauren and I got sprayed with sillystring towards the end of the day, and were not happy about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SasltlrFQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9JAnbdadQbk/s1600-h/n52904087_31714431_5646695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SasltlrFQgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9JAnbdadQbk/s320/n52904087_31714431_5646695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308378050923414018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the day though was when, these people ran up to us on the street and grabbed our hands, and put corn in it and raised our hands up in the air, and had pigeons swarm around and eat out of our hands. I at one point had 3 pigeons perched on my air, eating out of my hand. After that they of course tried to get money out of us, but our trip leader yelled at them in Italian and they left us alone. Then people would come up to us, tie a string bracelet on our hands and be like "ok now give me money." HAHAHA, NO! So we all have a bracelet, and needless to say, they did not get any money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SasmLVm8HHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vCJSmgOm1JI/s1600-h/n52904087_31714450_4462804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SasmLVm8HHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vCJSmgOm1JI/s320/n52904087_31714450_4462804.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308378562007145586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-8899119379983917593?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/8899119379983917593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucca-and-milan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/8899119379983917593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/8899119379983917593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucca-and-milan.html' title='Lucca and Milan'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/Sasm34-REfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QvjNL5Rxlug/s72-c/SS856030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-6242645078107116482</id><published>2009-02-25T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:10:26.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Taken Back By You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So classes have been going well. We really got to get our hands on editing yesterday in film and it was so much fun. Actually, it's not that fun working on a cooking show but once I start editing my own stuff, I'll be thrilled. One of our film teachers took us to this little cafe on our break right before it was about to close, and they basically gave away everything for free. That's the time to go. I had a quiz yesterday and two today. I think I did really well though. I have 2 oral presentations due next week and then another the week after that. Then believe it or not, it's midterms already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned a lot today in Love, Sex, and Marriage actually. Usually I'm really not interested in history but I think it helps learning about it here. We watched this movie about Cosimo di Medici and how he appointed Brunilleschi to solve the problem of the dome on The Duomo, and how he had to come up with an entirely different kind of architecture to keep it held up..and how he was the one who pretty much invented 3-D perspective on paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SaVQsfPOqwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HkPUI_RKFUU/s1600-h/n1470390041_30024133_3174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306736461155838722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SaVQsfPOqwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HkPUI_RKFUU/s320/n1470390041_30024133_3174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really opened my eyes and made me appreciate that I walk by the Duomo every day that I'm here, as well as Santa Croce where Micheleangelo's tomb is. Sometimes I forget that I'm here but it kicks in every once in a while, and I'm like wow. I'm sooo lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we are going to see the opera in Milan. We also might take a little day trip to either Verona where Romeo and Juliets balcony is or this other city where Pinnochio takes place: I forget the name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SaVQ_PI0UiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eXkeeedlZLA/s1600-h/n1470390041_30024166_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SaVQ_PI0UiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eXkeeedlZLA/s320/n1470390041_30024166_33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306736783251493410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next weekend is PARIS! I can't believe I'm going to see the eiffel tower. Illegal or not, I'm writing TF&amp;amp;NC at the top of it and take a picture, just like Kris Roe from the Ataris did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the weekend after that I get my NICKKKK. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN weekend after that I get Mommy and Daddy :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have postcards, I just really need to send them out. Sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-6242645078107116482?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/6242645078107116482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-taken-back-by-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/6242645078107116482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/6242645078107116482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-taken-back-by-you.html' title='I&apos;m Taken Back By You'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SaVQsfPOqwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HkPUI_RKFUU/s72-c/n1470390041_30024133_3174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-2562028542264808004</id><published>2009-02-20T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:59:29.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love.love.love</title><content type='html'>So I can finally knock &lt;strong&gt;riding a gondola in Venice&lt;/strong&gt; off of my bucket list. It still feels like a dream that I haven't woken up from yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZ9PH0ii6lI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WKctWqMpwD4/s1600-h/SS855905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305045881846950482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZ9PH0ii6lI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WKctWqMpwD4/s320/SS855905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got 3 hours of sleep last night because Lauren, Nick, and I thought it would be a good idea to go out for a night on the town until 2, only to wake up at 5 to catch our 5:47 train to Venice. Somehow I was fine and full of energy all day. We made friends with a Spanish family on the train ride there because they helped us with our connections the whole way there. Once we were there we all took a picture together with our masks. (I only have a few pictures of Venice right now. I'm waiting for Nick to upload all the good ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venice was beautiful and exactly what I imagined it to be. I always get so worried before I go somewhere that I hyped it up so much and waited for it for so long, and then I'm going to be disappointed...but so far, nothing has happened that way. Every corner you turned, you could find a little bridge, or steps leading right down into the water. One thing that was intimidating about the city though was that it was SOOOO confusing, and so easy to get lost. Everything looks the same and the streets are not positioned in any sort of strategic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZ9QErJ2BSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UApBGcH_718/s1600-h/SS855908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305046927299446050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZ9QErJ2BSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UApBGcH_718/s320/SS855908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Venice during Carnivale, so some of the attire being worn was quite interesting. We did get masks before we went though to fit in, and I don't regret it because they are beautiful and something I can keep forever. It reminded me of Salem around Halloween, except MUCH classier and more extravagant. Some of the costumes were insane. Some of these people must spend hundreds of dollars on their costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cathedral in Venice was beautiful. I realize that it's in Italy, but it reminded me of the castle in Alladin. haha and Morano glass was EVERYWHERE..so pretty though. We walked through a factory and saw them making the glass. So cool. I wish i could have bought everything, but instead I settled for a 10 euro bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZ9Qkd-Ut7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/L6kYz4Rha8E/s1600-h/SS855923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305047473517279154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZ9Qkd-Ut7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/L6kYz4Rha8E/s320/SS855923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about the Gondola ride. While I would have preferred my first experience to be a romantic one, this was still quite an adventure. I was PETRIFIED the entire time because I didn't get to sit in like one of the main seats that faces foward...I was in like a side seat..and he did not strategically place us and the gondola was tipping the entire time. Like inches from the water. I was holding on for dear life. We kept asking the man to sing for us, but he wouldn't. He claimed he only sings when he's drunk, so Nick sang instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train ride back it was pretty full, so we all got split up, and me and Nick were in a completely different car than everyone else. We ended up meeting some really cool people who we hope to keep in touch with. Aside from that, the woman next to Nick had a beard, and the woman across from that was touching her husbands genitalea and giggling about it. Only us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZ9RW2KVNRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DRpux8LxpBo/s1600-h/SS855931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305048339003553042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZ9RW2KVNRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DRpux8LxpBo/s320/SS855931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting to get a little harder. I feel like everything is about to hit hard cause all of a sudden I have a ton of tests and projects coming up. I love my film teacher so much though. He walked into class yesterday with his boxers on his head. Haha, our teachers are so chill here. It's nothing like in America where it's completely unacceptable to hang out with your teachers outside of school. Here they like want to be our friends and we sometimes see them out. So much fun they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicks visiting sooo soooonnnn :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-2562028542264808004?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/2562028542264808004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/lovelovelove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/2562028542264808004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/2562028542264808004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/lovelovelove.html' title='love.love.love'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZ9PH0ii6lI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WKctWqMpwD4/s72-c/SS855905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-3739980099582550240</id><published>2009-02-15T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:09:06.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We can go, only if you believe</title><content type='html'>So the much dreaded weekend alone while my roommates were in Vienna, actually turned out pretty fantastic. Friday morning, I was awoken by the pounding on my apartment door from Nick, because my phone and somehow died in the middle of the night. He was like "Get ready, we're going on this walking tour".. So i was like ughhhhh fiiiiinnnnneee. So i got ready really fast, and then we went and grabbed pizza at this random place, which was really delicious and only like 1 euro for a slice. Then we went on this walking tour to the Piazza di Michelangelo. It is this castle looking thing really far up on a hill across the bridge. I wish I could describe to you how absolutely beautiful it was up there, but I can't. Nothing I say can give it justice. Not to mention, that just being across the bridge, is in itself, and adventure. It so quiet over there, and much more like a town, rather than a city. It's a lot less common to find people that can speak English over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZg9VwS0UTI/AAAAAAAAADw/hpkhYv8siZE/s1600-h/2137_6315277138489121455_7647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303056005179134258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZg9VwS0UTI/AAAAAAAAADw/hpkhYv8siZE/s320/2137_6315277138489121455_7647_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we climbed to the top, (up these stone steps, and through trees overhanging the path), our tourguide, who also happens to be my love, sex, and marriage teacher, bought us all gelato. She is the biggest sweetheart in the world. I got pistachio, and it was amazing, but I really need to stop eating so much gelato, because apparently it is one of the most fattening things you can eat. I'm not all too concerned about it though, because with the amount of walking I'm doing, it has to all be evening out. Anyways, once at the top there was the most AMAZING view of the entire city of Florence on ONE side, and then on the other side, it was the country. It's exactly how I picture Ireland to be. It was all green, and rolling hills, and just absoutely beautiful. I personally preferred the country side sooo much more, while everyone else was aweing over the view of the city. The was a bronze copy of The David up there overlooking the city, but I didn't think it was a very good copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZg9dVKQKPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KYuMCtyVjUo/s1600-h/2137_6315277138489121470_4765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303056135334406386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZg9dVKQKPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KYuMCtyVjUo/s320/2137_6315277138489121470_4765_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent hours up there, even after the tour left, just exploring every little nook and cranny. We found a few walking paths, played on a park for a little while, and then found a woman walking her dog. We stopped and played with her dog for a little while, and got talking to her, and apparently she's like a pretty famous designer. She's American, and has a place in Italy, and NYC. Three other people from our tour, also caught up to us at this point, and we got talking to them, and made friends. They were a lot of fun, and we all ate pizza together before we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZg9nwMoX-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xr71SQQPCw8/s1600-h/2137_6315277138489121432_1119_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303056314390831074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZg9nwMoX-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xr71SQQPCw8/s320/2137_6315277138489121432_1119_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and took a nap before I got up and ready for the night. Nick came over and then we were off to Lochness to meet our Italian friends. They had a reserved table. It's nice having friends who "have the in". It was quite an eventful night. I didn't have to pay for my shot, and the bartender took it with us. I was like huh, that was nice, but def. not something I should get used to. So anyways, we met another one of their friends named Nicola, who was quite a riot. He could not get my name right for the life of him, and throughout the night, I was called things such as "Debra, Audrey, Cara, Adrian, Elizabeth, Francesca, and Isabel." None of them are even close to my name, let alone to each other. Lots of fun that night. Nick walked me home cause I was tired, and then went out and partied with them some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he called and woke me up at 12:15, which whatever, I guess I had to be up..and was like "Let's go to Assisi" which is like a train ride away. So i was like ok, got ready really fast, and went to go meet him at The Duomo. As I'm sitting on the steps of The Duomo, I'm watching the funniest thing ever. All these illegal alien vendors were in front of the steps, trying to sell their stuff. Every time a cop car passed through, they'd pack up their stuff really quickly, and pretend they were just walking around looking at stuff. This happened like 4 times, and finally a cop car actually stopped. One guy didn't pack is stuff up on time, and just dropped everything (which happened to be these stupid little camera tripods, that nobody is going to buy), and sprinted as fast as he could. The police, all dressed up like guards, with their tall helmets on, went and picked up all his stuff, threw it in the back of their cars, and left. Finally Nick came, and he surprised me with a Valentines Day cupcake. He felt bad that I had to be apart from my Nick on our first Valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZg9yRZrD1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/IIq7sOsLpWw/s1600-h/2137_6315277138489121433_1378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303056495102594898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZg9yRZrD1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/IIq7sOsLpWw/s320/2137_6315277138489121433_1378_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to the train station, and realize that the next train to Assisi, isn't until 4. So we were like, hmmm, lets just pick a place, and we literally picked a place depending on what train left next. It ended up being Arrezo. It was 5 euros, and an hour and a half train ride. We had NO idea what to expect, but it was the most beautiful place I have ever seen. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was like THIS is what I pictured Italy to be. It was a very small town, and there doesn't seem to be any bars, or anything to do, but it was absolutely beautiful. So different from Florence. Nick took a ton of pictures that I don't have yet, sooo you'll have to wait on those. We went into a beautiful church, and there was some sort of ceremony going on. There were flowers EVERYWHERE, and it was gorgeous, and we thought for awhile that it might have been a funeral, but we still aren't sure. It seemed wayyy to solemn to be a Valentines Day mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we started making our way back to the train station, and made it just in time for the next train back. Nick decided to be risky and not buy a ticket for the way back, because seriously, we have not been checked for our ticket YET. I was way to scared to do so, because my luck, the one time I don't buy a ticket, would be the one time they check, but we have yet to see anybody working on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back and got ready really quick. We went out and met our Italian friends at Naima. Totally different bar, totally different bartender, and I STILL didn't have to pay for my drink. Not to mention I went up twice. I'm becoming wayy to spoiled. We didn't stay out for very long. To be honest, I think we were both miserable that we were alone on Valentines Day and we were surrounded by cute couples. I went home and talked to my Nick for hours, and then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my ticket to Ireland, so I am officially going with my Nick when he comes to visit. I'm soooo excited :o).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZg982rd8OI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PEp2uni3gGE/s1600-h/2137_6315277138489121417_7456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303056676908036322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZg982rd8OI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PEp2uni3gGE/s320/2137_6315277138489121417_7456_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-3739980099582550240?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/3739980099582550240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-can-go-only-if-you-believe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/3739980099582550240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/3739980099582550240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-can-go-only-if-you-believe.html' title='We can go, only if you believe'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZg9VwS0UTI/AAAAAAAAADw/hpkhYv8siZE/s72-c/2137_6315277138489121455_7647_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-7992115078666529534</id><published>2009-02-11T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:07:02.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some work, but more play</title><content type='html'>So my school week is already over. It went by pretty fast, and I would say it went well. Monday was just Italian at 5:50, and it went well. I love my teacher so much. He's really helpful and really helps you to understand. Plus he's crazy and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZNY_7IfhQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5DGjL56bc1g/s1600-h/2137_6315277138489121057_6867_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301679041573520642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZNY_7IfhQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5DGjL56bc1g/s320/2137_6315277138489121057_6867_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a loooonnnnggg day. My first class was at 12, and it was the European Union one that I have with Stella and Paige. She assigned us into groups and each group has to do an oral presentation on a different country. The 3 of us being annoying had Stella go ask her if we could switch around the groups so that we could be together seeing as we live together and it would just be the easiest thing. She put the 3 of us together with ease, and we got France as our country. When somebody else asked to be switched, she said "no". Ha, I need to stop getting so used to always getting my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I had Film for 5 1/2 hours. I decided I'm going to do a music video for my final project instead of something with dialogue, cause well, lets be honest..I'm not good at writing dialogue, I'm only good at memorizing it and acting it out. Besides, if I can't act, I want to edit, so editing is really what I'm going to concentrate on for my project, and I want to make it like awesome, and i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZNZPrMX5jI/AAAAAAAAADY/JH0GqVfM5uk/s1600-h/n502196108_1812672_8015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301679312172738098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZNZPrMX5jI/AAAAAAAAADY/JH0GqVfM5uk/s320/n502196108_1812672_8015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had 3 classes, and in Love, Sex, and Marriage, we went on a really long tour of Florence, and at the end of it we climbed to the top of the Duomo. I did not like it at all. There were 466 steps, and they were steep, and all closed in, and like spiraling in most spots, and I realllly like had an asthma attack. My whole chest like closed up, and I really couldn't breathe. The view was beautiful, and i have pictures of it that I didn't upload yet, but I still don't know if it was worth the pain that I am STILL feeling in my chest. On our way to the Duomo, some painter guy picked me out of like the center of our tour, and pointed to me and was like "YOU, with the bun on your head! I want to draw you! I give you half price!" I kinda just looked down and turned red, while everyone in my class laughed including my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Lauren and I made eggs and toast for dinner. It wasn't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomates are all leaving me tomorrow for Vienna, so I'm going to have to find something really fun to do by myselfffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZNZaXUsLmI/AAAAAAAAADg/EbyR3Tf1Qrw/s1600-h/2143_227221323521422041_7734_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301679495817473634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZNZaXUsLmI/AAAAAAAAADg/EbyR3Tf1Qrw/s320/2143_227221323521422041_7734_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-7992115078666529534?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/7992115078666529534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-work-but-more-play.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/7992115078666529534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/7992115078666529534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-work-but-more-play.html' title='Some work, but more play'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SZNY_7IfhQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5DGjL56bc1g/s72-c/2137_6315277138489121057_6867_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-5820017777435185719</id><published>2009-02-08T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:57:51.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300561168170869314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SY9gTIMN4kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/p_3fFE0ZpK0/s320/n1470390041_30021825_9844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So yesterday i woke up at 11:30, got ready real fast, met Nick at the Duomo, walked to the train station, and 5 euros later, Lauren, Nick, and I were off to Pisa. The first thing we saw when we pulled into the train station at Pisa was a goat in a stock yard. We weren't really sure what to make of it. We got off and realized that we were in a beautiful Italian city, with a much different vibe from Florence. In Florence, every corner you turn you see an American student, while in Pisa, is was all Italians. It was much quieter in Pisa, and more peaceful, and you could walk straight through a market without anyone harrassing you to buy something. We walked through the town and turned a corner, and all of a sudden, the Leaning Tower of Pisa is standing right before us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It asbolutely did not seem real. This is something that you hear about and see in books, or posters, and there it was, right before my eyes. I have no idea how that thing has not fallen over yet. The time we spent by the tower, was the only time that it didn't rain there. We took millions of pictures, and laug&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SY9f34kSOoI/AAAAAAAAACw/0aEvBp53kpI/s1600-h/n1470390041_30021900_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300560700120382082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SY9f34kSOoI/AAAAAAAAACw/0aEvBp53kpI/s320/n1470390041_30021900_1239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hed A LOT. On our way back to the train station though, I was absolutely miserable. Because I am too stubborn to purchase rain boots, my feet were entirely soaked, and freezing, and blistering. We stopped in this dessert place, and everything in this shop looked DELICIOUS. I'm sure everything was delicious too....except what we got. Funny that when we asked for it, the woman acted really surprised. It was on the bottom shelf and had probably been sitting there for months. She put it in a box and gave it to us, and we sat down and dug in. After a few minutes of pretending like we liked it, and that we had made a good choice, we decided that it was like eating a stick of butter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got back to the train station and made the next train back to Florence. We looked through all our pictures, and both Lauren and Nick made fun of my stupidity. They made fun of the fact that I thought cats really did have nine lives, they made fun of the fact that I thought goat cheese was made out of the goats head hahaa, and they made fun of how I accidentally rubbed my boobs instead of my stomach out of satisfaction from my meal. It's fine I like getting teased. The train finally arrived in Florence and after nearly getting sqwoosed by the door, we jumped out, only to realize we were at the wrong stop. SO we had to run and yank the door back open, and it's beeping like crazy warning us that it's going to shut, and Lauren and Nick dive in, and I'm like screaming as &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SY9gkerCIwI/AAAAAAAAADA/DEEy393sjkI/s1600-h/n1470390041_30021847_5218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300561466263479042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SY9gkerCIwI/AAAAAAAAADA/DEEy393sjkI/s320/n1470390041_30021847_5218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's shutting and I jammed my umbrella in, and they pried the door open and I had to jump in as it was violently shutting on me. I'm pretty sure I have a bruise on my arm. So after catching our breath, and laughing a little, we awaited the next stop BY THE DOOR this time. We waited there with a man from Nigeria, a little old woman, and another woman with a suitcase. The train stops and the black guy basically pushes us out of the way, opens the door and leaps out. Next while the little old lady was trying to get out the doors shut right on her. Like she was literally smooshed right in between the two doors. hahahahah. So Lauren and Nick like pry it open and she scoots out, and then the other lady was like freaking out cause she had a suitcase and had no idea how she was going to do this. So Nicks like, I'll help you. So me and Lauren jump out. The door shuts again. He pries it back open to hand us his camera bag, the doors clamp shut with the camera bag between. We yank it out, and he next jumps off with the suitcase. The doors zoom shut again, and the lady like DIVES off, almost falling because she's wearing high heels. It was the most intense experience of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get home change out of our wet clothes. Amanda had dinner waiting for us on the table. I frantically look up cheap flights for travel, talk to Nick online, and then this Nick came over, and was like UM, we're going out. So we had to quickly get ready, and then we went out with our new Italian friends. It was quite a good time because we get to experience their way of life, rather than go into a bar that's full of Americans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SY9g1EwbDrI/AAAAAAAAADI/w5AKErKG6Yk/s1600-h/n1470390041_30021872_2334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300561751364538034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SY9g1EwbDrI/AAAAAAAAADI/w5AKErKG6Yk/s320/n1470390041_30021872_2334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a lazy day. I did homework, talked to Nick , went to the grocery store for supper, and then Amanda and I made eggplant parmesian. Neither of us had ever made it before, but it was really easy, and really really good. Tomorrow classes resume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-5820017777435185719?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/5820017777435185719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/pisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/5820017777435185719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/5820017777435185719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/pisa.html' title='Pisa'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SY9gTIMN4kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/p_3fFE0ZpK0/s72-c/n1470390041_30021825_9844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-7399617250730218391</id><published>2009-02-06T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:38:06.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Amore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So let me catch up on what's been going on in Florence. It has still been raining on and off every day. I think it might be time to invest in a pair of rainboots no matter how ugly they are because I'd rather that than ruin my uggs, or wear off Tom Delonge's signature from my converse. So i think last time I wrote I was excited about my video class and that was on a Tuesday, so I should probably start from Wednesday. Wednesday I had 3 classes. My first class was Terrorism, and I walk in and notice that much to my dismay, it was the same teacher that I'm terrified of from my European Union class. My heart immediately dropped into my stomach, and I felt anxiety rushing to my chest from all throughout my body. My first thought was "I want to go home, I've been having bad luck left and right." Once I realized that there was only 8 people in the class, it wasn't that bad and I began to get used to it. After I went to Love, Sex, and Marriage. That should be quite an interesting class, and next time we were told to wear comfortale shoes because we are climbing to the top of The Duomo. I went home and was able to take a 2 hour nap before my last class of the week which was Italian again. This time I realized that I'm going to be more than OK in the intermediate class, and I'm going to stay in it. I love our teacher; he's absolutely crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYzxvCV0w3I/AAAAAAAAACY/dO-yvBTeV8w/s1600-h/SS855775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299876651892786034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYzxvCV0w3I/AAAAAAAAACY/dO-yvBTeV8w/s320/SS855775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been cooking a lot in our apartment. Wednesday night Stella and I came up with an excellent creation, and made something similar yesterday. Tonight we made salmon, and made some amazing rise cause we just started throwing random food in it like mushroom, garlic, wine, and salt, and it ended up being amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we went to the Irish Pub "The Lions Fountain" again, and we saw the computer technician guy that works at our school. He introduced us to his Italian friends, and one of them immediately fell in love with Lauren and her blue eyes. He's really sweet and works at the Uffizi museum. He gave us an entire tour today for free and some of the art there was amazing. I never was entirely into art, but just knowing how old some of it was and that I was standing in front of an original painting that people in their lifetime never get to see, absolutely took my breath away. I got to see The Birth of Venus, and The Primavera. I also got to see Agony In the Garden. I learned lots symbolization that was very interesting such as if there is a dog in a picture with a couple it means that they are commited. If there is a dog in a picture with just a woman, it means that she is not pure, and could either be an adultress, or just sleeps around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYzygwUt5xI/AAAAAAAAACg/7CC043PmqqQ/s1600-h/SS855783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299877506049763090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYzygwUt5xI/AAAAAAAAACg/7CC043PmqqQ/s320/SS855783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some interesting side notes that I've noticed. Lauren and I have noticed that we have seen literally maybe 3 kids since we've been here. I have no idea why, but apparently isn't a place to raise kids? Also I was thrilled today that I bought a bottle of water for 50 cents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I booked my flight to Paris. I'm going the first weekend of March and I will be there for my 21st birthday. I'm waiting on other cheap flights before I book anything else. Some goal places: Ireland, Egypt, Greece, Prague. But Prague's looking pretty expensive right now. Germany I know I'll get to when Mom and Dad come so that's exciting. Nick and Amanda just booked their tickets to Ireland for spring break. They are going to Scotland, Ireland, and London, and then back, and all of that together cost less than 75 Euro. That amazes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight after we cooked dinner, we went out to a bar called Lockness. It was a lot of fun. They played like oldies music and everything had a red tint. I was having quite a lot of fun lighting a toothpick on fire and poking people's hands with it while shouting "STIGMATA." This was probably a result of seeing so many Jesus related things in the Uffizi museum today. I made the mistake of wearing heels out, so I was definitely walking bear foot on the way back. A bouncer at the door of one of the bars that we passed, stopped me and politely asked, "May I kiss your feet?" While it was a nice gesture, I simply just laughed in his face, and kept walking. I couldn't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we are taking a day trip to Pisa. I haven't heard many good things about it but it only costs about 5 Euro to get there by train, and it's something that I have to experience while I'm here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYzzMWhoKbI/AAAAAAAAACo/_Ogs4Zi8ADM/s1600-h/SS855815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299878255038835122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYzzMWhoKbI/AAAAAAAAACo/_Ogs4Zi8ADM/s320/SS855815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-7399617250730218391?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/7399617250730218391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-amore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/7399617250730218391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/7399617250730218391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-amore.html' title='That&apos;s Amore'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYzxvCV0w3I/AAAAAAAAACY/dO-yvBTeV8w/s72-c/SS855775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-7592181532737524803</id><published>2009-02-03T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:45:09.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine</title><content type='html'>Soooo I hated my first class this morning. We have this teacher who just calls on us randomly by looking at the attendence list. I HATE THAT. It gives me terrible terrible anxiety, and then I just sit there like tense, and my heart pounds, and there's a knot in my stomach, and I can barely breathe. If I knew the answer, I would raise my hand. That class put me in such a terrible mood. My next class put me in a better mood though ...introduction to creative video &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYjEYPQVTcI/AAAAAAAAACI/lp-TjHvR3RU/s1600-h/n561793368_1340709_848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298700882292329922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYjEYPQVTcI/AAAAAAAAACI/lp-TjHvR3RU/s320/n561793368_1340709_848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;making..our teacher is crazy cool. He wore black skinny jeans, and combat boots up to his knees, a black shirt, he had grey spiky hair, and black rimmed glasses, a leather bracelet, and earings. He's my favorite. This class looks like it's going to be awesome. I don't care that it's 6 hours. As a group we have to create a cooking show. Then on our own we get to make a travel documentary and then come up with our own script and make the movie. I plan on putting a lot of time and effort into these films, because I really want to get an awesome internship next year--one that will actually take me somewhere in my carreer. So after that I went to the store, and got the ingredients for guacamole, and came home and made it all my myself. I must say it was very good, and lasted all but 5 minutes in our apartment. Nick came over and we started planning some trips, such as Paris. He found a wicked cheap flight for 46 Euro round trip. We all w&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYjG82KTKdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/12LbKGfYPGI/s1600-h/SS855766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298703710234552786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYjG82KTKdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/12LbKGfYPGI/s320/SS855766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ent out to dinner around the corner minus Stella. We hadn't eaten there before but it was soooo good. I had a plate of pasta for only 6 euro and it was phenominal. The waiters there were so funny too. One of them was appauled that I was only drinking water, and came over and dumped the rest of my water into Emily's glass and then poured wine into mine. Then he taught us how to say innapropriate words in Italian and we all toasted to it. I hope that my classes are good tomorrow. I have my second Italian class and if it still scares me then I'm going to go down to beginner, even thought that class would be way to easy for me. I just can't make myself happy. I hope this rainy weather stops. It's making me sad and I fear that my uggs are ruined. Ok I'm going to go do my nails, try and force myself to learn some Italian and then look online for some cheap flights. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-7592181532737524803?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/7592181532737524803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-smell-your-skin-on-empty-pillow-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/7592181532737524803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/7592181532737524803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-smell-your-skin-on-empty-pillow-next.html' title='i smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYjEYPQVTcI/AAAAAAAAACI/lp-TjHvR3RU/s72-c/n561793368_1340709_848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-6495135313472058294</id><published>2009-02-02T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:55:35.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This long distance is killing me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it's better for me to not get into too much detail about this day, because I hated this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night was pretty fun..we went to an Irish Pub called the Lion's Fountain to watch the super bowl. We shared a booth with these guys who were also American and traveling around. They gave us lots of tips oh cheap travel, and I looked up some of the websites to see how cheap it would be to go to Ireland, and it's looking pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298351929571232210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYeHAhEZSdI/AAAAAAAAACA/ik-hyfcyQnI/s320/n561793368_1340707_492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So as I said earlier, I'm not getting into detail about today but, I'll list:&lt;br /&gt;it rained&lt;br /&gt;our washing machine pipe burst&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nick&lt;br /&gt;we got lost on our way to Italian class and showed up 30 minutes late&lt;br /&gt;I barely remember anything of Italian&lt;br /&gt;I saw an extremely depressing movie (even though the movie theater was beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;and more...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will be better because I get to start my creative video making class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-6495135313472058294?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/6495135313472058294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-long-distance-is-killing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/6495135313472058294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/6495135313472058294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-long-distance-is-killing-me.html' title='This long distance is killing me'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYeHAhEZSdI/AAAAAAAAACA/ik-hyfcyQnI/s72-c/n561793368_1340707_492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-331951405746394224</id><published>2009-01-31T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:00:01.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Really Got a Hold On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYS7gMy8kQI/AAAAAAAAABY/yebKst0jJZE/s1600-h/P1000213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297565223559663874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYS7gMy8kQI/AAAAAAAAABY/yebKst0jJZE/s320/P1000213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we went from claiming that we were just going to stay in and play cards, to getting all dressed up and going out for the Study Abroad Italy welcome party at a discoteca. We took a cab because it was wayyyy too far of a walk, especially for the high heels we were all wearing. It was a lot more fun than I expected. The bars were fish tanks, and there were all different levels of platforms, and flashing lights, and a big screen tv where different people dancing would show up. Our teachers were also there, and they were a lot more crazy than they probably should have been. Francesa bought us a shot, and took it with us, and then proceeded to dance with us. Then another one of them, Luca, did karaoke with us. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297553627342328402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYSw9NhSUlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KPa5K_BCXjQ/s320/n1043010119_30650735_1735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ended up getting home around one in the morning, and then I skyped with Mom and Dad and then Nick. It's much easier being able to see faces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I slept until noon this morning, and then got up and showered and we all went to the market, where we met nick. It was such a new experience. The first level was filled with venders with meat and cheese and bread. I had to hold my breath and run up to stairs to avoid seeing all the dead carcus. gross. The upper level was fruits and veggies. We bought stuff, and everything is just so cheap. I was so thrilled because I asked some Italian man where the bread was, in Italian! It cost 80 cents for a loaf. Then we went to a cute little cafe and had lunch. There were pigeons everywhere and one definitely dove in and grabbed a bite of my omellete while I wasn't looking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYS2IEuTh4I/AAAAAAAAABA/B8COE9XDZv8/s1600-h/n1043010119_30650474_6255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297559311517714306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYS2IEuTh4I/AAAAAAAAABA/B8COE9XDZv8/s320/n1043010119_30650474_6255.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;A Heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We came back from the market and put all our food away. Two of the girls cleaned the kitchen, while Paige and I were attached to our computers, and Nick, Emily and Amanda went to Ponte Vecchio and took the most amazing pictures. They have really nice like photography cameras and took the most beautiful artsy pictures. I'm definitely stealing them from them and getting them printed out and like blown up. Then I napped and when I woke up dinner was ready and on the table. We had pasta and pesto and bruchetta, then Emily and I did dishes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYS6lzFTqiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3gT2OABqGJ4/s1600-h/n1043010119_30650475_251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297564220224940578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYS6lzFTqiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3gT2OABqGJ4/s320/n1043010119_30650475_251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few of us in front of our school &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are taking it easy tonight and all sitting around and planning what trips we want to do and where we want to visit. I'm happy to know that a round trip flight to Ireland is only 67 euros. We're considering going next weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And mom, I really want to go to Munich and the castles when we visit Germany when you come on spring break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-331951405746394224?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/331951405746394224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-really-got-hold-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/331951405746394224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/331951405746394224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-really-got-hold-on-me.html' title='You Really Got a Hold On Me'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYS7gMy8kQI/AAAAAAAAABY/yebKst0jJZE/s72-c/P1000213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743376557954820741.post-7311240052638736853</id><published>2009-01-30T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:18:26.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167048616913394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYNRXXi3KfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XqCFBqI709Q/s320/SS855773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As excited as I was to be going to Italy, I was def. freaking out as it got closer. Once the day finally came though, I was set and ready to go. Walking through the airport, I was confident and just wanted to get there. As the plane took off, I realized that my life was about to change forever. This experience would open my eyes to a new culture and a new way of life. It did exactly that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we stepped off of the plane into Florence, people from our school rushed us out of the airport. We didn't even go through customs, after all that stress about needing a perfect visa and having to proclaim our medications. The bus took forever to pack, but after we all piled into it and got out onto the streets, I tried to ignore the terrible driving and just stare out of the window in amazement. I seriously don't even know why they bother putting lines in the roads. I had heard before I went that people in Italy tend not to wait in line, and kind of follow the whole first come first serve rule. Well the same goes for driving. There is no order what-so-ever. There are more vespas than any other vehicle in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being dropped off in the middle of the street somewhere and leaving our luggage on a sidewalk, we were directed to an office across from the most beautiful view I have ever seen in my entire life. I have a picture that I'll post but it doesn't even do it justice. We got our keys and cell phones and took a shuttle to our apartment, where we were also just dropped off. After taking several moments to figure out how to use the key and get inside, we pushed our way in and realized that we had easily a hundred stares to climb with our lives packed away in our suitcases. That wasn't fun at all. I love our apartment though. While it isn't the cleanest, and def. not the most modern piece of realistate, it is definitely an experience. We unpacked our stuff, and made it homey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297166449990237298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYNQ0hfI_HI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mRAM-au7svM/s320/SS855763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went out to dinner with Stellas parents, and while I was uncomfortable with all the bloody meat everywhere, the pasta portions were very good. The owner came over and gave Stella and I free bottles of wine. It was only the first night, and we were already being spoiled. By the time we got home all our roommates were asleep, which was disappointing, but our lost time was made up for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all amazing. We are all completely different but at the same time very alike.&lt;br /&gt;.Paige.Amanda.Stella.Lauren.Emily.Traci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also met a boy that hangs out with us all the time named Nick. It's his job to protect us and make sure nothing goes wrong. He's one of the funniest people I have ever met. The poor thing is so accident prone and within two days, somehow managed to spill an orange drink all over a girls white coat, and then head butt another girl at a discoteca, and then proceed to dance away. We cooked dinner the other night, and he brought us over dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met a cute little old Italian woman the other night, and she was soo excited to teach us all about wine and pasta and gave us all hugs and wants to teach us how to cook. Her name is Alberta, and her shop is where our dinner was bought the next evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first full day was quite a struggle, because nobody had internet yet. We walked all over the city looking for an internet cafe where we could at least check our e-mail. We found a cafe where if we bought a cappucino for 1 euro, we could have ten free minutes of internet. After us being in there and giggly, they decided to give us a card that allowed us to get 10% off every time we went in there. That night we went to our first bar, and were able to legally order drinks! Our waiter Vinny loved us, but pretended like he hated us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit that everyone was right about the aggressive boys. Men aren't afraid to stop in the middle of the street while they're driving to stare, or stop working from atop their ladders to shout something vulgar. Let's see, I got a "nice booty", Paige got "silicon or original?", and Stella got "I like your eyes". Lucky for Stella she got a genuine compliment. Some of the pick up lines are ridiculous though. Such as "Excuse me, Miss? You dropped something..." (when we turn around and look frantically on the ground, he proceeds to say "it is my heart..it is on the floor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what it is about my laugh that is so original, but the first thing everybody tells me when they first meet me is that they love my laugh. Laughing is quite a common thing here. One of my favorite things, is making fun of the way Amanda says Apicius (the culinary school). She calls is Auspicious-- kind of like suspicious, but not. So now every time someone is being stupid or creepy, we tell them to stop being so auspicious. I was also made fun of for bringing up the fact that Firenze is also the name of the half horse/half man in Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can come home from this trip being much more fluent in Italian. I took my placement exam yesterday and just barely creeped my way into the intermediate class. I definitely need to brush up, but I think once I get back into it, I'll be able to pick it right back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the freedom here, and I love how everything is so relaxed. I could really get used to this lifestyle. I may not have made it onto the Real World, but it certaintly feels like I'm on it. This would make an amazing television show, and already all my roommates are wondering how I'm not on that show already. I'm not sure how to take that haha. But I love it here. Everything about it...even if we have trouble with the hot water every day, so what-- we're in Florence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743376557954820741-7311240052638736853?l=bellasogno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/feeds/7311240052638736853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/7311240052638736853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743376557954820741/posts/default/7311240052638736853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellasogno.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-life.html' title='A New Life...'/><author><name>T.Colbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18068572411608159934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/TTz5MaPCDZI/AAAAAAAAANo/sHbJtO4maGk/s220/IMGP6923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVoh-UFhvEA/SYNRXXi3KfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XqCFBqI709Q/s72-c/SS855773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
