The last two days have flown by. On Wednesday evening myself and the other three girls decided to hike to corciano which is a little village a mile from the villa, but the whole way is a vertical hill. We needed to go to corciano to use the ATM, explore and acclimate ourselves to our new settings. I don't think I can even begin to explain how strange it is to know nobody, let alone have a language barrier, only to find out that EVERYONE knows you. The bar tender in Perugia greeted us outside of his shop and said, " are you the Montana girls?"
So terrifyingly strange
Then they all proceed to speak about you in Italian while you are standing next to them.
Later that evening we walked back down the ominous, vertical hill to dinner. As I was photographing my journey home, a blackberry thorn vine wrapped around both f my ankles slicing open my skin. I literally looked like I had kicked a porcupine. Trying to find someone who spoke English for a first aid kit was a fight in and of itself. There were two men gardening behind the Villa so I walked over, pointed to my leg, and said "first aid kit." One of them shoo-ed me away, but then the other one lead me to the kitchen where Angelo was teaching a cooking lesson. I felt awful taking him away from class, but I wasn't sure if tent thrones would make me sick or not. Poor Pauola (the house keeper) was sprinting through the villa trying to locate alcohol and cotton balls while Angelo pulled out my thorns and tried to stop the bleeding. When I was all doctored up, Angelo invited my group and I to get a drink with he, and the other American group here in the outskirts of Corciano. So after an amazing dinner of homemade pasta (that I interrupted with my leg), Zane, Brandon, Molly, and I joined our new friends Mark, Susan, and Angelo. I was fortunate to try a Dolce and Gabanna martini (hopefully I can bring some home) and got to meet several of the locals in town. It was probably one of the funniest nights I have had in awhile.
After class yesterday we decided to hike to Corcina again for money and spritzers (wine and soda+a sunset ;)). We found out the hard way that spritzers are more culturally acceptable in the early afternoon than whiskey at...let's say noon. Oops. Dinner was my strangest yet. It was italian noodles with eggs and ham. This is what I believe to be italian breakfast for dinner. We also had the fortune of attending our first fancy italian art(Arte) party!
Today was pretty normal, until the ATM DECIDED TO EAT MY CARD. We are leaving for Rome on Sunday so I have no way of paying for anything. I guess this is the time to not be too proud or humble to ask for help.
This trip has definitely been a new cultural experience with all emotionally expressive words used to describe how I have been feeling. It is time for bed so ciao for now.
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