So let's recap shall we..
On Friday March 25, our Art History class went to Florence to see some of the works we had been studying and review for our upcoming test..Firenze is a fairly americanized city, and while I still prefer Siena, Firenze does offer some amazing history and pieces of artwork.
Midterm week came and went, 6 midterms later my brain was mush and I decided the only cure for it was Paris. Before we could go, our Photo teacher took us on 2 little field trips, across the street to an abandoned building. It was interesting to say the least, the most random collection of objects gather all together in an old italian building with a gorgeous view. We had clothes and props to fool around with, here are some of the shots I took.
After that, Me, Lauren and Christina packed our 1 allotted carry on bag and headed to Pisa on Thursday night. We checked into our hostel, set our alarms for 3:30 AM, Christina ate some pizza and we attempted to get some sleep on our overly-excited nerves.
330 came way too fast, and we started our 15 minute trek to the airport. After the train, plane, walk, bus and another metro we finally arrived at our Hostel. We checked our stuff into storage and began our love affair with France. We saw Notre Dame, napped by the Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, Shakespeare's Little bitty book store, had a picnic in the Luxembourg gardens, ate macarons, got starbucks!, and went on a boat cruise. By Sunday we had all fallen madly in love and did not want to return home to the land of pasta and pane. But alas, responsibility called. Paris is fantastic, so shrug off the next person who tries to tell you the people are rude, or the city is dirty, for they are obviously misled. The people were friendly and helpful, and the city was not in the least bit disappointing.
Yesterday, the girls and I were going out for some gelato, to mail some postcards and enjoy the sunshine. We had made plans for a day trip to Livorno today, but fate had other plans. I fell down the stairs in the apartment and did some serious damage to my back. My most awesomest of friends made an ice pack, helped me back up to my bed. I figured I had just managed to bruise it and that the pain would go away but around 8 pm I, and my dear mother, decided it would be best to go to the hospital. Long story short, I broke nothing, just pinched some nerve endings and will now be spending many hours in bed. The ambulance workers were by far some of the funniest people I have ever met in Italy, and kept me laughing the whole ride to the hospital. They rummaged through my room, mocking my hot sauce and jar of peanut butter...and started singing Lets Get Physical as they lifted me out of my bed...
5 hours later, I finally made it back home, in as much pain as I started, but I am thankful nothing major has happened. All in all, it was interesting experience, one that I shall never forget.
One of the girls from the ambulance autographed my leg, and I just had to take a picture for it was far too memorable of an experience.
I always manage to hurt myself when I am thousands of miles away from home.
Miss you all.
Don't wear flip-flops on slippery stairs while in Italy.
Love love
Liz
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