Sunday, July 20, 2008

so it's raining and thundering like CRAZY right now. i'm with two friends using the internet at school, and we're not quite sure how we're getting back to the hotel alive.

anywho, i had a pretty cool day. i slept in, then i went to the antiques market that's in il prato della valle the third sunday of every month. it was reeeeally cool. after that i wandered through la piazza del santo where saint anthony's basilica is and got a really awesome prosciutto crudo e mozzarella sandwich. while i was wandering some back roads with my sandwich, a french couple flagged me down and were speaking quickly in french, and then were like "ERBE. ehhh....piazza...ERBE." so i was like oh hey okay i know where that is! they didn't understand english OR italian, so i just spoke to them in italian for practice's sake (and i was hoping it'd be closer to french than english), and was like well i can't really explain how to get there because it's pretty far away, but i'm going in that direction so i'll take you! when we got there they asked if i lived here (i can understand easy french verbs woo), and i said i was studying italian. then they said but you ARE italian and i was like ha no, i'm american! and they were all NO WAY (because that is totally the lexicon of elderly french couples).

italian until proven guilty haha.

last full week of school starts tomorrow! my friend laura is also coming into town tomorrow afternoon, i'm SO excited. ^_^

1 comment:

Istvan said...

TO DREAM OF SKATING ON ICE

“To dream of skating on ice means
satisfaction with a current project.”
--Dictionary of Dreams

Amidst white groves
Inside a lilac tree
I gaze at airy flights across a frozen lake.

Like soaring birds
We are all of us, skating on ice.
Spanning circuits
Dense, ring-shaped,
Effortless,
Dazzling as a diamond dream
Before the break.

Beneath the brightness, I see a shadow
And the semblance watches me.
A shrill remembrance,
The impervious stare of quartz:
A trade-off between tomorrow and the past.

The break below faces a ruptured skyline.
Its path
Squalls out for meaning.
The meaning is the sea.
I seize the mirror and the likeness mirrors me.

Beneath the brightness, a shadow floats
Under a pond of ice.

Freezing up in time and space
I head back to where I came from
Inside a winter’s whorl
Struggling for one more breath of water
Until the last.