Waiting...

I've been waiting for something seemingly monumental to blog about, but nothing has come up yet. I feel like classes have helped us to settle into Florence really well and everything has started to seem normal to us. Classes have been really good, much like they were on the first day. Other than being convinced that I'm the worst drawer in the history of drawing, that is.

Yesterday my graphic design took a field trip to the Salvatore Ferragamo museum. Ferragamo is a famous shoe designer and uses really creative patterns and designs in his shoes. Our next graphic design project is all about patterns so it was a good inspiration.

I've started to be able to navigate around the city pretty well. I can at least get to the handful of places that I need to get to without getting lost or for the most part needing a map to get there. Because my face isn't buried into a map or busy scanning street signs for the street I need, I've started to be more observant about the city I'm going to be living in for the next four months. I've started to recognize certain shops and can probably even remember some names of places.

I've also picked up on habits of the Florentines, which probably pertain to most every big city. Though Florence isn't a huge city, it definitely functions more like New York or Boston, simply because of the lack of driving and the fact that everyone walks everywhere. People really don't move out of the way for you at all as they walk down the street. I understand that we're all trying to get somewhere but really... you're going to make me jump in front of a bus to get to work on time? People also smoke ALL THE TIME. I feel like my perfectly pink lungs now have spots of black just from being here a week. It's insane how often I have to hold my breath to walk by someone. I totally thought that was a 90's trend, guess not..

The question we all keep asking though is what do Italians do? Other than owning cute little bakeries and gelaterias.. what do they do? Everyone is always walking somewhere but they can't all be walking to work and they certainly can't all be going shopping. It's strange really. My goal is to figure that out soon. Tomorrow I have the day off for classes and I can't like, I'm excited. I really hate school, even when I loved the classes. It's terrible. When I'm actually in class, I don't tend to mind it (that is, until we've been in class for two hours and there's an hour left...), but during the time when I'm not in class, I dread going. I guess that's how a lot of things are because I always used to dread going to work but as soon as I got there I was happy to be there! Anticipation is toxic, basically the moral of the story.

I guess I should go seeing as there really wasn't anything exciting to tell but the important thing is that I'm writing, right?