Ciao, tutti!
If my first bar experience in Rome is indicative of my entire time in the Eternal City, then my semester will be a loud, messy, and altogether humorous one. As the twenty or so Kenyon College students got up from the Fiumicino Airport bar and shuffled towards the bus, a friend of mine was unfortunate enough to knock over a table laden with cappuccinos, glasses, and plates. As the items tumbled to the Fiumicino floor and red faces began to emerge, I could only clutch my oversized travel bags and hope that Italians would have a harder time identifying me as a clumsy tourist by the end of December. For one semester, I leave the comforting confines of Gambier, Ohio and get plunked down in the heart of Rome, where I will attempt to ingest as much pasta, gelato, and culture as I can (in that order).
After slowly navigating the streets with the rest of our backpack-wearing gaggle, we finally reached the safety of 30 Santa Maria dell' Anima, a former convent that served as our housing. We lugged our suitcases up five floors (we will have the most well-sculpted legs at Kenyon next semester) and piled into our various rooms. Dumping our things, we got our cameras and maps, ready to stride out into one of the jewels of Europe-but had a nap instead.
If my first bar experience in Rome is indicative of my entire time in the Eternal City, then my semester will be a loud, messy, and altogether humorous one. As the twenty or so Kenyon College students got up from the Fiumicino Airport bar and shuffled towards the bus, a friend of mine was unfortunate enough to knock over a table laden with cappuccinos, glasses, and plates. As the items tumbled to the Fiumicino floor and red faces began to emerge, I could only clutch my oversized travel bags and hope that Italians would have a harder time identifying me as a clumsy tourist by the end of December. For one semester, I leave the comforting confines of Gambier, Ohio and get plunked down in the heart of Rome, where I will attempt to ingest as much pasta, gelato, and culture as I can (in that order).
After slowly navigating the streets with the rest of our backpack-wearing gaggle, we finally reached the safety of 30 Santa Maria dell' Anima, a former convent that served as our housing. We lugged our suitcases up five floors (we will have the most well-sculpted legs at Kenyon next semester) and piled into our various rooms. Dumping our things, we got our cameras and maps, ready to stride out into one of the jewels of Europe-but had a nap instead.
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