Okay, I'm here.

So, all of the excitement is completely OVERWHELMING. This is my homeland, for real. I should have been Italian...really. I mean, it's dirty, but it's a city. I live a little over 2 blocks from the Santa Croce Piazza where Dantè stands. FREAK OUT! He's a little frightening if you ask me. I am a five minute walk from Ponte Vecchio and very near Bruneleski's Dome (the Duomo). And the weather is MOLTO BELLA. Guess what color my new scarf is. Go ahead, guess. VIOLA; purple. And, my Italian is all coming back to me. We start classes on Monday. I'll be taking Italian and Foundations of Painting. Now, the other day I saw students painting from the steps of the Santa Croce Church. I am not kidding. I think I'll pass out I'm having so much fun. Is this entry too stream of conciousness for you? (Entry sounds so sterile and unfriendly, just like post. I'll work on finding something else.) Gelato is molto magnifico:) K, it's time to hit it folks. A little open house at the the school begins NOW! Ti voglio bene, folks.
A domani,
Grazia
p.s.
I don't have the cords for my camera with me, but I promise there will be pics as soon as I figure all of this stuff out:)