. At one point, we were walking to Ponte Vecchio and passed a mime. I wanted to stop and watch but the boys continued walking. So, I followed. But, I got pulled into the show. No, let me re-phrase that. I got swept into the show. The mime picked me up and started swinging me around saying "who wants to buy the pretty Chinese lady?" I pointed at John and Michael, thinking they for sure would "buy" me to save me from this embarrassment. But they just took pictures and laughed at me and eventually I was sold to a man sitting with his kids. I thanked him for being a good sport and ran off. I haven't seen the pictures yet but I'm sure I have a mixture of amusement and discomfort on my face. We went to the bridge, and it is just amazing. I've had a picture of it hanging on my wall for over two years now, and to see it in person is simply amazing. It still doesn't seem real.
It was a quick transition back into school. They don't waste your time, which is good, considering the price of the course. There are 11 of us total- 7 Americans (Colorado, Washington, California, Montana and New Jersey), 3 Brits and 1 Italian. There are four guys, two of whom are British. After the first day it already seems like I have known these people forever. It seems completely natural to be in a tiny room in Italy, learning how to teach English with people from all over the world. The first day was a lot of ice-breaker activities and learning the schedule. We have to teach on Thursday already! And there are two days of learning Danish, so we can understand how our students will feel if they have never heard a word of the language before. That should be interesting. The boys and I are taking turns cooking dinner, and tonight was Michael's turn. I went to bed exhausted but happy. That's always a good thing right? What a week ahead of me.
On Sunday, our other roommate John came in. He's from LA. The three of us spent the day using the Italy guidebook I got from graduation (thank you Delphs!) going on a self-guided tour of Florence. We went inside Santa Maria Novella, which was amazing, but I got in trouble. I don't know what I was thinking when I got dressed..ok yes I do know what I was thinking, I was thinking, "we're going to be outside for a long time and it's really hot so I'm going to wear as little clothing as possible to stay cool". But I didn't take into consideration the fact that that is not maybe the most appropriate thing to wear in a very old church (or I guess in a modern church as well, but especiall in an old one). I had to wear this gauzy robe thing that I looked pretty amazing in, I must say (not really). After that we went to the Duomo, and went inside there. Again, I had to wear the gauze cover-up, except this one wasn't as fancy. I wish now I had kept both, because I'm pretty sure I could make it into a fashion statement when I get back to America