Monday, July 20th: Aperitivo.
After oversleeping for the ONE lecture that was only fitting for my absolute attention and presence, I finally made it to class. Good to know D-Wright was there to give me a wake up call…17 minutes late to the fashion class.
This afternoon was very fun and very pleasant - the whole group went out for happy hour on the Porta Genova strip near the water. It was nice to have everyone together non-academically. Due to my previous Saturday night, I passed on the alcohol and ordered myself a refreshing virgin pina colada, served to me by Alex, our waiter with the “Italian-Surprise” tattoo around his nipple. The place gave us a round of rum shots on the house, and I guess that’s where everything got a little interesting. British accents began to make random appearances in conversation, phrase dyslexia (i.e. “maldrobe warfunction”) found its place not once, but twice in consecutive sentences, taking pictures of stylish people rendered my title of a creepy stalker, and so on and so forth.
Afterwards the group split up: half of the group stayed behind to drink more at the bar, and the other half went home on a mission drink more but cheaply. We made a pit stop to a gelateria called Chocolat right off of the Cadorna station. By far my favorite (sorry Grom). We finally came home after sitting on a delayed metro car and hung out on the ver-AHn-da. This is such a dynamic group and I’m happy that we all get along. Another plus about this trip is that we’re forced to be with people we wouldn’t normally be around 24/7. Living, studying, and exploring with different people that you had only met a couple weeks ago definitely makes you add another tier on the social perspective totem pole.
