So I have had my first official weekend in Italy.
Friday evening we had rehearsal for the final gala, in which we (we being the Studio singers) are performing (with others) the second act from Puccini's opera La rodine, and that was quite the sight-reading adventure, let me tell you. We were all like....burrrr? But at least we were all befuddled together.
Afterwards, a group of us went out to pizza and shared some (...) wine, and after dinner, Bevin and I decided we wanted to go out. So we bicycled back to the hostel and got pretty, and then went out to find something to do. We ran into some other Lucca programmers, and decided to join them in a trek to a Scottish pub (in Italy, right...), wherein we (as in Bevin and myself) proceded to make very good friends with the manager and bar tender, and only had to pay for our first drink. We had a few more, but were both able to pedal back home (and don't worry, Dad, we weren't alone), where Bevin proceded to give a wonderful performance replete with lots of high pitched Italian and lolling about on the floor--I was exceedingly amused, I'm not gonna lie. Good first night out.
Saturday morning, we got up and took the train to Viareggio, i.e. the beach. It was GORGEOUS. There Bevin and I discovered the key to the beauty of Italian women--confidence. You strut that beach like you own it, and there you go. It was a great day...we rented a paddle boat, but aborted our plans to jump off it and go swimming when we saw hundreds and hundreds of jellyfish chilling around our boat. That seemed like a bad idea. But we ALSO saw a giant sea turtle, and that was really freaking cool. We got back to Lucca around 6 (it's a 20 minute, €2,10 ride to the beach. Good stuff) and crashed hard.
Sunday was fairly productive, as far as post-beach-day Sundays go...I got up and took a walk with Emily on the wall around Lucca, then I went and practiced on the wall (and serenaded unsuspecting Italians who happened by), went shopping with Bevin (and my non-existent money), and had a FANTASTIC dinner of pasta with peppers and sausage at the Drogheria, which has some of the best food in Lucca. Mmmmmmm.
The weather shifted yesterday and it's now fairly humid (still got nothing on St. Louis though, for reals), and my throat is bothering me as a result. Booooo-urns, as Sebbo would say. But I plan to figure out how to say 'My throat hurts' and go to a farmacia.
Now I have to head out to my first coaching for my Matrimonio scene. WOOT!
*ciao*
Friday evening we had rehearsal for the final gala, in which we (we being the Studio singers) are performing (with others) the second act from Puccini's opera La rodine, and that was quite the sight-reading adventure, let me tell you. We were all like....burrrr? But at least we were all befuddled together.
Afterwards, a group of us went out to pizza and shared some (...) wine, and after dinner, Bevin and I decided we wanted to go out. So we bicycled back to the hostel and got pretty, and then went out to find something to do. We ran into some other Lucca programmers, and decided to join them in a trek to a Scottish pub (in Italy, right...), wherein we (as in Bevin and myself) proceded to make very good friends with the manager and bar tender, and only had to pay for our first drink. We had a few more, but were both able to pedal back home (and don't worry, Dad, we weren't alone), where Bevin proceded to give a wonderful performance replete with lots of high pitched Italian and lolling about on the floor--I was exceedingly amused, I'm not gonna lie. Good first night out.
Saturday morning, we got up and took the train to Viareggio, i.e. the beach. It was GORGEOUS. There Bevin and I discovered the key to the beauty of Italian women--confidence. You strut that beach like you own it, and there you go. It was a great day...we rented a paddle boat, but aborted our plans to jump off it and go swimming when we saw hundreds and hundreds of jellyfish chilling around our boat. That seemed like a bad idea. But we ALSO saw a giant sea turtle, and that was really freaking cool. We got back to Lucca around 6 (it's a 20 minute, €2,10 ride to the beach. Good stuff) and crashed hard.
Sunday was fairly productive, as far as post-beach-day Sundays go...I got up and took a walk with Emily on the wall around Lucca, then I went and practiced on the wall (and serenaded unsuspecting Italians who happened by), went shopping with Bevin (and my non-existent money), and had a FANTASTIC dinner of pasta with peppers and sausage at the Drogheria, which has some of the best food in Lucca. Mmmmmmm.
The weather shifted yesterday and it's now fairly humid (still got nothing on St. Louis though, for reals), and my throat is bothering me as a result. Booooo-urns, as Sebbo would say. But I plan to figure out how to say 'My throat hurts' and go to a farmacia.
Now I have to head out to my first coaching for my Matrimonio scene. WOOT!
*ciao*
5 Comments:
I miss you my Emmchen! Don't worry, otheremily will never take your place in my heart. And I Forest Park remains the best place for long rambling walks that I've yet found. :)
I think that "I have a sore throat" in Italian is "Ho un mal di gola". Of course, you can always try the pointing-to-your-throat-and-making-a-pouty-face technique, too. :)
Whoops, anonymous meaning me. :)
-Kylene
I miss Italy... No...I REALLY miss Italy...more than just a tad. The closest I am to Italy right now is singing in an Italian opera set in Scotland...which isn't too bad in itself.
Good to see you're making good use of your time for rehearsing and relaxing.
If you find a gelateria, have some gelato (fragola-flavored if you can get it) in honor of poor old stuck-in-st-louis Phil. :-)
Ciao!
...IF I can find a gelateria? Darling, we're trying to try every one worth trying within the city walls, and I don't think we have enough time. Don't worry, I've had my share of fragola. :)
And yes, Ky, 'I have a sore throat' is 'Ho un mal di gola'. Woot. :)
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