Wander-Land

July 26
Wednesday, July 22nd The Last Supper Today we visited the Last Supper painting by Leonardo da Vinci here in Milan.  To be in the presence of such an inspiring and controversial painting was a true Italian experience I will forever take back home with me.  ANDDD… I definitely snuck a snapshot with my camera…thanks to Jena and a couple other’s wall of backpacks that blocked the guide from seeing me.  But of course, I got greedy and wanted to take a picture of the sign that said Leonardo Da Vinci.  And that’s when I got caught, but I don’t care! I got a picture of The Last Supper! I’m not really sure what will happen if some Italian official saw this blog, but to stay with the theme: I don’t care! To be perfectly honest, I don’t think I would’ve tried to take a picture if everyone didn’t make such a big deal about not being able to.  The daring thrill of getting a picture without getting caught was exhilarated me…to which confirms my adherence to my previous Carpe Diem blog post…the feeling of adventure (Ok I guess just taking a little picture of a painting doesn’t quite make me a bonafide badass but oh well…it was cool at that particular moment..).  And for the evening festivities: Girls’ Night Out!  Jena, Erin, Ann, Pakiza, Zelo and I went out to I guess what was called “International Night” at another open-air night club called Old Fashioned Cafe (sidenote: I’ve noticed that the words “cafe” and “bar” are somewhat switched over here…a “cafe” is a bar in America and a “bar” is a cafe in America…silly Italians…).  It was more fun I’d say than the Just Cavalli place we went to a couple weeks ago.  HOWEVER, the place was a sausage fest.  There were way too many guys and way too little girls.  Normally that’s good for us, but the grimy level reached its peak when us girls were just trying to dance but had a bunch of sleazy dudes try and cop a feel in the midst of Justin Timberlake’s “Sexy Back.”  It was certainly an adventure coming home: some girls were very drunk, some girls left early, some girls got left behind, and some girls were driven home by 2 Italian/Spaniard men. The identities will remain closed, but as for me, my bedtime that night (or morning) clocked at 5:30 am.  Class, as always, started at nine. 

Wednesday, July 22nd

The Last Supper

Today we visited the Last Supper painting by Leonardo da Vinci here in Milan.  To be in the presence of such an inspiring and controversial painting was a true Italian experience I will forever take back home with me.  ANDDD… I definitely snuck a snapshot with my camera…thanks to Jena and a couple other’s wall of backpacks that blocked the guide from seeing me.  But of course, I got greedy and wanted to take a picture of the sign that said Leonardo Da Vinci.  And that’s when I got caught, but I don’t care! I got a picture of The Last Supper! I’m not really sure what will happen if some Italian official saw this blog, but to stay with the theme: I don’t care! To be perfectly honest, I don’t think I would’ve tried to take a picture if everyone didn’t make such a big deal about not being able to.  The daring thrill of getting a picture without getting caught was exhilarated me…to which confirms my adherence to my previous Carpe Diem blog post…the feeling of adventure (Ok I guess just taking a little picture of a painting doesn’t quite make me a bonafide badass but oh well…it was cool at that particular moment..). 

And for the evening festivities: Girls’ Night Out!  Jena, Erin, Ann, Pakiza, Zelo and I went out to I guess what was called “International Night” at another open-air night club called Old Fashioned Cafe (sidenote: I’ve noticed that the words “cafe” and “bar” are somewhat switched over here…a “cafe” is a bar in America and a “bar” is a cafe in America…silly Italians…).  It was more fun I’d say than the Just Cavalli place we went to a couple weeks ago.  HOWEVER, the place was a sausage fest.  There were way too many guys and way too little girls.  Normally that’s good for us, but the grimy level reached its peak when us girls were just trying to dance but had a bunch of sleazy dudes try and cop a feel in the midst of Justin Timberlake’s “Sexy Back.”  It was certainly an adventure coming home: some girls were very drunk, some girls left early, some girls got left behind, and some girls were driven home by 2 Italian/Spaniard men. The identities will remain closed, but as for me, my bedtime that night (or morning) clocked at 5:30 am.  Class, as always, started at nine.