Sigh. I told myself I would be spending today starting my paper/presentation thats due next week. and im still lazing around in bed looking at craigslist over and over in hopes that something will magically appear. I've come to realize that I really should have been working at more than one place over the course of my life. Sure, I've worked a register and sales and all that, but if they want to call Pacsun and ask them about me, I VERY highly doubt that they'll even remember who I was. I cant even remember the name of my boss at the time. So that kinda almost negates that. I just hope these jobs I'm applying too will let me train or something. I mean Cape Cod has alot of summer job opportunities. But I'm sure these restaurants are gonna get alot more kids that have waited and pick them before me. Yeah, I'm pretty sure im gonna be living out there this summer. If I can find a job. lols. The internship told me no, so I decided hell with NYC, ill spend my summer working and sitting on a beach, right?
In other, less summer related news...
I have less than a month left here and its WEIRD. Theres a list thats growing in my head of all the reasons I dont want to leave, and what I'm going to miss the most once I do. The other list is of all the things I cant wait to do/see/have/eat once I get back. But its a little smaller, and I know i could probably do/see/have/eat all those things within a short amount of time. Which, to an extent, I will have to since I'll have about a week at home before I leave for the Cape.
Yesterday I went on a fieldtrip with my Wine class to this Vineyard on the outskirts of Florence and it was lovely. We rode a bus up through the countryside where we saw tons of villas and olive trees and grape vines and hills and hills and more hills. It was such a weird thing to be so close to the busy historic center and then come upon this vast countryside and see the stark contrasting city way over down in the valley. When the bus dropped us off in what looked like the middle of no where we all got out and looked around. My wine teacher, who im rather fond of because hes just the most adorable old man ever, told us how much he loves living on his own farm (WHICH btw he BIKES to and from school everyday 4 times a day...and it takes him 2 hours. he spend EIGHT HOURS on a bike everyday! and hes not young!) and how he feels that living down in the crowded city isnt really living. He would rather be surrounded by beauty and calm and his grapes than traffic, crowds and pollution. Then we wandered down the dirt road to this gorgeous villa. The winemaker came out and greeted us, and asked if anyone was from NY, because his wife was from westchester (we met her later on and you would NEVER know that she was once a New Yorker. But she still had her english accent. it was weird). He told us how his villa has been in his family for the past 500 years, and that they have kept it pretty much exactly the same since then. He took us into the wine cellar, where the wine went through the fermentation process in these giant stainless steal vats, then into another cellar, where the wine was kept "for the aging" as my teacher likes to say. That cellar was totally and completely kept as is since 500 years ago. Everything was lined in terra-cotta to keep the temperature low, and there were giant wooden barrels around everywhere. He told us how way back when they used terracotta to age wine, but it wasnt very effective and it made the wine too much like vinegar. He still had one of the clay barrels they used sitting there too (that was 100 years old). He then took us into the oldest part of his house, that had more terracotta tiles in the ceiling and floor and woodbeam posts, and lots of old tools around the room that were used to crush grapes and olives for olive oil. He preapred a little meal for us with tasty cheese and salami and pesto and bread and his own olive oil that was so good. He gave us three bottles of his wine to try. He makes Supertuscan wine, which to give a really lame description of, means that the blend of grapes is different and supposed to be "superior" to the normal blend of Chianti. So its normally VERY expensive. He told us the prices if we wanted to buy a bottle and i thought I heard him say 80 for the supertuscan which was SOOO good, and i didnt think twice about it because they're usually that expensive. TURNS OUT it was 18. yeah. I was so sad because I would have bought a bottle and snuck it home for my parents. I bought a bottle of the Riserva, which wasnt AS good, but was still very tasty instead.
Last night Emily and I went out to Lochness, and had a lovely time. We ordered reallllyy tasty drinks and sat in these big red chairs that made us feel like executives of a company and watched everyone and just talked. The music was randomly really good so we were enjoying ourselves. Its just nice to be able to go into a bar and sit and have a drink or two and just be in a fun atmosphere and not have to worry about being carded or whatever. That is really something im going to miss in the next 3 months I have left being 20. Then these two Italian guys came over, one was obviously interested in Emily and the other was obviously playing wingman with me. But I was happy cause he was alot less awkward and more interesting to have a conversation with. The one that liked Emily, was Giovani, and he was from NAPLES and was very excited about it. I told him how my family is Napoleon and Sicilian and he was sooo HAPPY. he just started yellng NAPOLIII!! and did the double cheek kiss and smiled and smiled and i laughed. We talked to them for awhile, which was hard because the music kept getting louder and their english wasnt amazing to begin with. But it was fun. I wish we had gotten to use our italian, but it was just too loud and too hard at that moment. Eventually they left, told us theyd facebook us and we could practice our italian. So we left a little later and got the most amazing Kebabs that ive had yet, and then got stuck in a downpour of rain. so while we were waiting for it to slow down, another italian guy came up to us and started talking to us for a bit. idk what it was, thats the most times ive ever had italian people want to talk to me in one night and not leave once i made it obvious I wasnt interested in anything but talking. So overall, it was really fun and im going to miss Emily alot.
Sorry for the novel. Its Hailing outside right now and im procrastinating while listening to Bach Air. lols.
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