Turns out, I have forgotten most of the italian I may have learned last summer. This morning while trying to pick up a packet for school at the copy shop, a man asked me what language I speak. Since Mumble is not an international language, Gesturing would suffice.
I made it to Frascati, just outside Rome, in good time only to get lost looking for the hotel. I suspect it is good sport for locals to watch us try and get around. I wonder if this is an indication of what it will be like to get around Rome.
I
have photos for you but I
can't
get them onto the computer
yet.
Tomorrow we start
wandering the city
as part of my art
history class.
While this is not the
most economical way to visit Rome, I
should know a
lot about medival Roman architecture when I
leave.
This town is small, on a
hill,
just ourside Rome.
My roommate and I
have counted no
fewer than five gelati
shops.
Yesterday in the
main piazza
there was a
group of people of varying ages playing drums and singing. The
only word I
could read was 'yoga'
and there was something like the
laying of hands going on.
Italian N
ew A
gers?
Maybe.
For now I
am sticking to coffee and walking in
circles.
