The Never-ending Carbs I Eat!

Olive oil is their religion. Salt by kg. Soy sauce for 3 Euros!!???

Eggs for breakfast, eggs with your bread, eggs with your rice, eggs for all seasons. They're only 1,30 for 10. Eat up.

I think Nutella will kick peanut-butter straight up the ass and out the window. Yumm!!!

Sighh!!! My weakness from anywhere in the world.

More!!! The pre-sealed pane is a little sketch to me, but they're the closest thing that will last for more than 3 days... refrigerated. Their Tuscan bread gets hard in like 12 hours -_-

You'd be surprised when I say that I'm still not tired of carbs! My imagination goes wild when I think of the different possibilities of pasta sauce I can add! Until I have to do the dishes.

The Boy in the States.

HAHHAHAHAHAHA this picture made me laugh really really hard.

The Teaching Queen.

Did I mention I picked up a teaching job while abroad? I teach english to Italian high school students. I meet with them and their teacher every thursday for one hour. My partner is Jay. He tries to come up with lesson plans, but always takes the easy way out. Hah. Before I began, I had heard horror stories from other EAP kids who taught during the beginning of the week (Monday was Jordan and Anna). They explained that their students didn't listen at all and were very rude and hard to manage. Their teacher didn't even try to interfere!  They brought an air horn to class the second time they met. Tuesday and Wednesday came and I began to panic. Jay and I met with the teacher, Simona, the week before to teach her advanced level english class and even she warned us that "your normal class does not behave. They don't know much english and they could care less to learn it."

Today was our second time teaching our normal group of students. They are actually really obedient! Like all other classes, only a few of the students talk to us, but they really like us! Simona told us after class that they always ask her when we're coming and if they could take us out after class to show us around Siena. Is that not the cutest thing anyone can say?!!!! They're roughly 2 years younger than Jay and me, so they're basically in our age group. They love Linkin' Park and The Doors. Haha! So cute! They noticed that I cut my hair and always yell GOOD-BYE before they leave. Again, so cute!

They taught Jay and I about Siena's Palio. We had to pretend we knew nothing about it, even though we learned everything about it in culture class. Best kept secret: we know the Palio AND we speak Italian. In return, we told them about America's version of Thanksgiving; what we eat, how it started and who were the Pilgrims, why it is... They've never seen a whole turkey before! Haha. It's so cool learning about what's different in our cultures.

After class, I came home and traded my boots for moccasins. Without realizing what I had just put on, I looked in the mirror to discover that I looked like a pilgrim, fully equipped with a dirty olive green long-coat, black leggings, high socks and moccasins that could pass for those weird pilgrim shoes. I am... an American?

The Perfect Gift.

I absolutely love the camera that takes these pictures:

These beautiful pictures could be published and framed. They belong to Rachel Many, my secret admirer. We recently became friends on facebook, which means I can stare and gawk at her pictures all day, everyday.

You know... my birthday isn't until October, which means you have time to save up for me! It's a Nikon-something, but what I really want is her wide lens. Just get me the lens! Please!?

The Stress.

In times of major stress and panic, I just want to fly. Not fly away, just fly. I just finished planning spring break to three different countries, accommodating for six different people. That's stress on a platter handed directly for me!!

Times are also very stressful right now because of my bank statements... They don't have as many zeros as I thought it did and only one month has passed. Mind you, there are 5 more to come. Normally I don't give a shit about life, but something is stirring inside me and I'm starting to give...

I also can't really control my eating habits anymore. I put on my clothes today and saw real handles around my waste! I couldn't believe it! I asked my roommate Sara if they were real and she giggled. In girl lingo, giggling means a big fat YES! YES YOU ARE FAT! YES YOU HAVE HANDLES! Handles lead to a muffin top so giggling means YES YOU HAVE A MUFFIN TOP! Sigh*... literally. Can you sigh with me? Ready? "Sighhhhh*" As of now, the weather is shit, I have no money, and I'm fat. I'm a poor, fat, homeless. way to go, champ.

If I could, I would fly. I would fly high just like I was doing in that picture. That's really me, FYI. I really flew! However, that was a one time deal. I lost those powers and landed back to reality. The really sucky reality where I am poor, fat, and homeless in Italy. But I'm not sad, not really. Deep down inside, I'm still okay because G. Poli once told me that "everyday in Italy was a great day" and I will forever believe that. Even though the gods are against me today and everyone around me is pissing me off, it is still a great day, honestly. I mean, how can it not be a great day when I snagged a round trip train ticket from Florence to Zurich for 58 Euros? I love Europe!

In case you were wondering, I took this blurry pink picture in Siena. It is all that is going on in my brain right now. But it's still a good day! Hence the clearer parts of the image in the corner where the lights are. The lights represent a better tomorrow. 

Maybe not in art standards, but it's my damn picture so those lights will mean a better tomorrow for me. Ciao ragazzi!