Mi piaccino gli apertivi.

Florentine Scribblings

So my Italian grammar may be incorrect. I’ll correct it once my Italian improves a bit–it has been over six months since I’ve spoken it with any frequency before arriving.

After a day of travel, I arrived in Florence, cold, exhausted and excited. I did the math and realized that I had been awake for over 24 hours–I think the final count was 28. All I could think was, “Now I know how Jack Bauer feels at the end of the day.”

Italy has a spectacular custom called “aperitivo” or “apertifs.” Now, what are apertivi? You know how when you go to a bar, get something to drink and decide that you’re hungry too? Now you have to buy food. Not so with apertivi. Food is provided with the cost of your drink–as much food as you want to eat. These aren’t your typical bar peanuts. These are full out meals. The bar I visited (a mostly Florentine establishment) had home-made Chinese style food. It was delicious, not your usual New Year’s Eve stuff. This has to be the greatest thing ever.

We asked our Italian hostess if we could eat the food. She looked at us, very confused.  Through a pidgin Italian-English-hand signals language, we managed to ask her if we needed to pay for the food. She said no, and we told her that in the States we need to pay for the food as well!

My classes start on Monday, but tonight I have a cooking class. I’m really looking forward to it, as I can’t cook well!

I’ll have something more writing related up soon, probably a word portrait of the city.

Life in a Facebook Status

The Twirl and Swirl of Letters

needs to find The Invisible Man

finished her book, has nothing to read and supposes that she could reread Master and Commander for the 12th time.

thinks she saw Neil Gaiman walking around outside of the MFA.

wonders where Kevin the Turkey has wandered off to.

is a doctor, not an astrophysicist

is thoroughly entertained by the fact that there is a Bow Street Runners computer game.

loved Star Trek and wants to see it again

feels like Phoebe on that episode of “Friends” when she gets a cold and as a result has a sexy singing voice…except no sexy singing voice here.

GAH. Why is LOST so awesome? And why do I have to wait for next season?

is on a boat.

wonders who would win: James Bond, Jason Bourne or Jack Bauer?

thinks there should be more fairy stories about the police.

lives in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine.

 hurt her wrist blogging. It’s inevitable.

wonders if it is a good idea to reference Monty Python in her philosophy paper.

wishes that getting enlisted by Jack Bauer to save America from impending doom was a legitimate reason not to do homework.

A collection of some of my favorite statuses.