Italy: Day 3, Biblioteca

Ok, let me just preface this post by saying that I meant no offense by my "selfish Americans" comment from yesterday. I originally wrote that post for a different audience, and intended to focus on the difference in simplicity between American and Assisian life. Thanks to Dad for pointing out my faux pas.

Last night after I posted, a few of us took another walk up to Rocca Maggiore to enjoy the view at sunset. We just made it back before the thunder and lightning erupted in the night sky.
Left to Right: Amanda, Me, Anna, Suze, and Tyler

After the rain subsided, we all went out to get gelato and a glass of wine downtown. Assisi is even more beautiful lit up by street lamps. I'll have to get another picture tonight.

That's when I learned my first lesson about Italian food: eggnog gelato=not so good.

Today I learned two other food lessons:
1. Coffee from a press is ridiculous to make.
2. A large pizza and a large plate of pasta is too much for one person (this is how they eat at pranzo).

I suppose you could say today was full of lessons, food-related and otherwise. We started off with a lecture from our professor on the necessary qualities of a journalist, and discussed our assignments for the coming week and a half. We each have two articles to write, along with multiple blog posts (ijsa.wordpress.com), small essays, and quizzes. I had already drafted both of my articles before I came, so I feel pretty secure about my workload.

Before pranzo, the three students who needed to do research in the library (including me) followed our professor down to the library gate to introduce us to the guard. The Biblioteca is primarily used by friars, nuns, and special guests, so we're fortunate to be able to research there. We then walked back uphill to Monaci for lunch:

The afternoon was filled with more study - three hours in the library researching the Assisi Peace Conference of 1986, which is a controversial and compelling event in the history of the town that I found a good deal of information on. We were able to speak to Brother Carlo, one of our professor's good friends, about his take on our stories. As uninteresting as it may sound, I really enjoyed spending time at the Biblioteca, learning how to communicate effectively in Italian and understanding the history of this beautiful town:

Walking to the Biblioteca in the rain. Yes, that is a backpack on my back. I'm extremely cool:

The Biblioteca closes at 6 PM, so we again walked the steep path up to our "home" to organize our research and make plans for the rest of the evening. A few of the girls wanted to go shopping, and they didn't have to ask me twice. We walked in and out of the little boutiques along roads beside the Piazza del Comune, and I exhibited excellent self-restraint in not buying everything I saw at a very expensive leather store. We're planning on going to Rome for the weekend, so I'd like to save any shopping for the real deal.

Hungry, we all sat down in a small cafe for a bite to eat. I had a delicious sundae-like dessert with crushed blueberries (I think) and lemon gelato (maybe). It looked amazing, anyway...

I should also apologize for talking about food so much in my blog. It's a little unnecessary. I'll try to tone it down.

1 comment:

  1. I love hearing about the food. It was such a HUGE part of my trip to Rome long ago!


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