I went to Belgium.I went to Ostia Antica. I took videos. I put videos together.
I am late.
WEEK 4 Video! Took more Videos! This one features a Carnevale for babies, me running down the Circa Massimo, and other Italian nonsense.
Oh Cuba.
As im sitting outside on my balcony, drinking a glass of wine in my never-nude cutoffs, I notice the Husky that lives on the roof of the building next to me looking down. Yup, whoever lives on the pent house floor next to me owns this magnificent Siberian Husky who sticks his head through the bars and stares at you. It’s pretty cool, but today it is really hot and granted my only husky knowledge is based on Cuba Gooding Junior in Snow Dogs, I’m pretty sure huskies aren’t about the hot weather.
Anyway, I’m sitting outside with my drink and lap top and this husky starts violently shaking his body. Doaw! What a cute puppy! I’m totally tryna scale this building and pet that… SIKE!! I look up and a swarm of dog hair is coming right at me. I gonna be honest; I freaked out a little more than I should have. I went inside, waited for the bombardment to relent, and as I walk back out to reclaim my once peaceful seat I notice my glass of wine coated in the fur of what used to be the coolest part of my balcony. Dog=God
14 days
People say that in Rome wine is cheaper than water, which doesn’t necessarily mean that I drink more wine it just means that I buy less water. I don’t know the Italian word for cream so I might have bought a liter of cream and drank that on the walk to school. I drink 1%/skim milk back home so I definitely might have drunk a whole bottle load of cream…
Old Italian men and roman dogs love me. It’s weird. I can be walking along the road and a dog will stop whatever sniffing or nonsensical dog activity and just look at me. Their owners will call them, but the dogs just sit and stare at me. It’s weird. In the same respect, I can be sitting; waiting for the tram and an old Italian man will sit next to me and just start talking to me. Sometimes they speak Italian, sometimes they speak English. I guess they think that I’m alone and slowly approaching death so can sufficiently eat their Italian laments. Non lo so.
It is very difficult to be funny while speaking Italian. I have a relatively limited Italian vocabulary so whenever I attempt to say something in the slightest comedic respect Italians just think I don’t know the correct words to use. I mean, sometimes I just wanna talk about babies. Italian babies do some funny stuff.
I feel weird here. Italians think I’m Italian, and Americans think I’m American. I’m some gross ethnic hybrid who lives on the island of mistaken races. I can convince an American girl that I’m Italian, and I can use a strong enough fo-accent to convince an Italian that I’m just slow. I feel like Ashton Kutcher in Two and a Half Men… sike I don’t. That show is dumb.
So I’ve been taking short videos as I walk around Rome, and I’m trying to make short compilations every two weeks. Enjoy. Thanks. Miss yall.
