she says, "roo. tell me things!"

This one's for mattie!

Things are getting better here, although I have to tell you most of the Milanese have told me that Milan is the most "un-Italian" city in Italy. Go figure. It's growing on me. I still miss the Brooklyn Bridge (although the Duomo is battling it out for number one most beautiful piece of architecture ever in my life. We'll see who wins, I'll let you know), yelling at people who don't know where they're going, and matzoh ball soup. I miss 19th century and modern art, there's not that much here--a lot of artwork here dates to the middle ages. While I appreciate it, most of you know how I feel about anything pre-1700 (this, you know, excludes Shakespeare...). However, people have told me where I can find some more contemporary art in Milan, and I'm going to Florence this weekend with my roommate and we're going to see some amazing stuff there.

However, the food here is fantastic and I've eaten more prosciutto than I think I have in my entire life...oh, and the Gelato. Hollaaay! Apart from Herrel's in Northampton, you people are SERIOUSLY missing out (Nutella flavor, you ask? You got it! The cinnamon flavor really gets me jazzed, too).  Also, bars here provide food during happy hour, which is usually 6:30-9:30. All you have to do is pay 6 euro for a drink and it's free dinner. The next place I want to go is called Bhangrabar--they have an Indian aperitivo!!

Other things. I love my roommates. We're all from New York City, which is fantastic. While we're all so different (each from a different borough and socioeconomic background), we have a common thread between us (although I avoid talking about baseball with them...) One of them is absolutely hilarious. While she takes me out a lot and provides for the apartment quite a bit, I would be content to listen to her stories (like the time she sabotaged her grandfather's ex-girlfriend, Hazel Bebe, whom she hated because this woman had asked her grandfather out at her grandmother's funeral) for the rest of my life, more than anything else. I'm going to have rock hard abs when I get home from laughing so much--last night my roommates and I were up until 2:30 (I have class at 11:30 everyday so it's alright) talking and laughing. 

My other roommate is totally sweet and caring, we do a lot of errands together and talk. And she cleans alot. Which is great because she's never done a load of laundry in her life (thanks mom for forcing me when I was 12). She cleans the bathroom, I remove her stains...

I'm learning to get around. While I'm short on patience, I'm growing more and realizing that I'm not just going to wake up one day speaking Italian. However, I went to a bookstore this morning and was able to buy my textbook all by myself in my new, non-native tongue. GO ME. 

Also, I live in a great neighborhood, I really love it. I walked around it when I went food shopping today, and realized all the cute shops and restaurants we had just around the corner. Not to mention how close I live to the Navigli, which are these canals that Leonardo DaVinci built long ago that still exist (the water is so clear you can see the bottom!). Every last sunday of the month there's an antique fair--so many beautiful things! 

e troppo per allora, the internet here is worse than Robert Schumann's insanity so I must post while I have the time!