Magnifico magnifico magnifico.  I don’t know why everyone says to stay away from the Italian men, every single one I’ve met has been so amazingly fabulous and so excited that I am here studying and want to learn about their culture.  Granted they were all over the age of 30 and pretty sure their hormones have calmed down a bit…

But seriously Italy is absolutely BREATHTAKING and I don’t know how anyone can come here and then leave.  (I almost got hit by approximately 5 mopeds today because I was so busy taking everything in - gotta work on that). 

So today was a day of Italian lessons.  First I got a Florentine history lesson from a guy on the tram to the airplane in Munich (I wish I knew his name he was sooo nice!).  I was talking with one of my roommates and saying that that is one of the things that makes Europe so unique - people actually care about where they come from and they put so much effort into celebrating who they are and welcoming others into that celebration.  My second lesson was from Mossimo, who dealt with my shoddy Italian and pointed out every city, river, and highway to me on the flight from Munich to Florence.  He was such a wonderful person and I learned all about his family and he even pointed out his house from the plane.  When we were getting our luggage he whipped out a business card and told me if I need anything in Florence to give him a buzz.  Wow.  I could get used to this. 

Sorry for positively gushing but I’m so grateful that I missed my connection this morning and then my plane’s engine had problems because I got to spend more time with those lovely people! 

Last lesson of the day:  Sean was totally spot on when he said to order gelato everyday.  I think I died and went to heaven when I had my first bite.  America, get on that.