Roma, Firenze, Venicia

I am writing this entry while alternating between applying aloe to my destroyed skin and throwing away one of the 10 pizza boxes that are sitting on my balcony. I love Italy.

So apparently the blog train got delayed at the station despite the conductors best efforts to get it rolling. Everytime I come home I'm either too tired, too excited or have had too many Peroni's to write an entry.  I would like to commend my faithful followers for the fantastic feedback (hows that for alliteration?). It makes me feel slightly guilty for not blogging (I'm not sure if it's because of the fact you check my blog so regularly and I don't, or because I am in Italy, while you are not).

On with the blog.

We (our study abroad group) are all currently hanging out on our balconies yelling (obscenities?) at each other.  Great times in Italy.  However, the fun, believe or not, does not end here.  It started when we arrived last Monday.  A few of the high points from Rome for the first few days were pizza, pizza, pizza, lasagna, gelado and pizza. Did I mention pizza? My body is going to completely reject all other food groups besides the aforementioned when I am back because it knows nothing else. I guess beer, but whether I can count drinks as a food group is a debate for another time.  We also made our innovation project presentations, learned about Italian culture from a few speakers, took a walking tour of the city ending at the Pantheon, and went to see the Pope. This lead us to Thursday, where we all struggled on to the bus at 7:20 am and headed up to the Banfi Winery and Inn in beautiful Tuscany.  We toured the immaculate facilities, reviewed the fermentation processes, and even were able to taste some of their finer selections.  We arrived in Florence, took the tour of the city, had an outstanding group dinner.  Sidebar: Not writing about what happens each day really makes you lose the emotion and consequently I feel as though as if my writing is suffering because of it. My bad yo.  So after the dinner, we all decided to roll out to the COOLEST bar in the world, Twice.  After numerous dance offs BK entertainment, dice rolls by Casey, Max and Tim and spins by Marianna, the night rollin' like Fred Durst.  Coincidentally, and amazingly, my good friend Jess Kushler showed up at the same bar! We shared a drink and heart-to-hearted.  The night ended on top of our residence where a devious plot to thank our brilliant professor was born to Brian Troutman and quickly blessed by all other rooftop visitors.  The plot cannot be discussed due to privacy issues. Any inquiries will be quickly be shut down.  Friday meant a tour of Ferraguamo shoes (sooooo boring) and purchases totaling 400 Euro (by Brian and Savir).  It also meant a train ride to Venice.  After some confusion with the hotel that left 7 people in one room, we took a gondala ride and shopped around the city for Friday night and Saturday.  Another train ride brought us back to Roma, where we spent all of Sunday on the beach.  

I'm struggling to right this blog right now because everyone is chatting it up on our balcony, and I can't turn down time with this group.

Sorry for the lack of funny in this blog but it was more an update than anything I guess.

Probably not many blogs left seeing as I will be home Friday. People will be lining up for miles to see me so make sure you make a reservation soon.

Thanks,

Management