Unfortunately, after a 3 hour trek to the airport, we were still unable to find my luggage. Apparently AirFrance is having a lot of problems with lost luggage and are currently bussing misplaced bags to Florence, so I should be receiving mine sometime within the next year. Seriously though, the lady said it shouldn't be much longer now, although she did say it would come today, and it's almost 6:30 pm here and still no luggage. If I don't get it soon I think AirFrance is going to reimburse me for at least part of it. It's starting to get pretty frustrating, but I guess the life abroad can't always be glamorous.
On a positive note, I had a really nice afternoon. I needed to buy my book for my language class, so I headed off by myself, and after I bought it I didn't really feel like going back to my apartment. Feeling adventurous, I decided to go for a meander around the city today (I can't really call it a walk because I had no destination...I simply wanted to explore and let my feet take me where they may, thus I meandered.) I walked through the markets, hoping to practice some Italian. Even when the vendors spoke to me in English, I answered them right back in Italian, and I found that when I did that a couple of them actually spoke in Italian. One lady even mistook me for an Italian, which was definitely my proudest moment of the day.
Being as directionally disastrous as I am, I'm happy I was able to wander and then find my way back to my apartment on my own. Luckily for me, Florence is pretty easy to navigate. I was in a very artsy mood, so I took some pictures of what I thought were interesting things. Ask me what they are if you don't know, and I'll explain!
Probably should get off my computer for now...our program director is going to come to our apartment tonight and teach us how to make gnocchi before we go out tonight. Che delicioso!
Vi voglio bene, ciao per addesso!
Love, Caity
Hi Katie!
ReplyDeleteI love your blog. Good job on answering back in Italian even if vendors or servers speak to you in English. This always happens to me in France and especially big tourist cities like Paris, though even sometimes in Toulouse. It used to make me really upset! Is my French really THAT bad? I thought. But then I went to visit my French "aunt" who has lived here in France for over 20 years and speaks excellent French, and a waiter answered her in English! After that, I felt a lot better. I think they are just trying to be helpful and practice their English (and maybe even show off their skills a little bit)! Keep on speaking in Italian!