Grazie [grattsje]: one of the pretty much five words I know in Italian and the one that I keep repeating all day. It’s the easiest and my favorite so I’m basically just thanking people the entire day. Or speaking Spanish and hoping most of the words sound the same. At least I can understand written Italian well enough to read the label on the bug spray I was trying to use, which kindly informed me that it was the highly-toxic-for-your-skin variety of bug spray. (I ended up spraying it on my curtains instead with the hope that any bug that flew in the window would die on contact.)
More importantly, a brief summary of Lucca: Narrow bike-filled streets, gelato everywhere, wine with every meal, tons of beautiful old buildings and churches, and really good coffee. And great pasta. (I think basically every stereotype is true.) The design of the city center makes me feel like I’m living in a giant, neutral-toned dollhouse. Which is a strangely great feeling.
-you can’t touch the produce in the store with bare hands (which makes so much sense, like why doesn’t everyone everywhere do that)
-if you keep snapchatting all day, you’re going to use up 80% of you international data plan on the first day abroad (not saying this from personal experience or anything)
-there is A MOAT around the city
Below are some pictures of the Lucca city center and along the outer walls of Lucca (which you can walk and bike on top of):
After two layovers (DC and Frankfurt), a bus ride, a train ride, and a taxi, I am finally here (since like eight hours ago)! And I have not yet been sold into sex slavery like that girl in the highly accurate documentary, Taken. I think the only actual unfortunate part of my travels was getting a seat in the middle of the middle row on my seven hour flight from DC to Frankfurt (although I was still able to catch a glimpse of the pretty orange and pink sunset through a distant window while peeking over the large sleeping man to my left). Neither of my neighbors were particularly annoying, but I still got little to no sleep during the flight and had to ingest heavy doses of jet-lag preventive medication (better known as Coffee) once I got to Frankfurt. I also experienced my first standing train ride, as I had to stand throughout the hour long train ride from Florence to Lucca, holding on to my luggage as we bumped around, rather than peacefully stare out the window, half a sleep, as I usually do on trains.
As for where I’m actually staying, the floor of the building is called “the Noble” because apparently it’s where all the nobles and really awesome peeps are supposed to stay. And it is SO NICE and SO ROOMY. Even though this apartment is also shared with seven people, I think the size of the living room alone might be the size of my entire seven person suite in New York. Ok that might be exaggerating a little but it’s still SO NICE. Except there’s no AC so I am currently melting into a sweaty puddle as I type this. Below are a few quick photos I took while unpacking.
Also digging the creepy children’s portraits posted all over the apartment.
So I’m going to Italy for three weeks this summer to do what I love (besides laughing at my own jokes and eating)—- dance. I will also of course be eating (lots of carbs) and probably still laughing at my own jokes. In order to avoid bombarding everyone on Instagram with ten million super duper exciting pictures a day, I decided it might be easier trying out this blog thing. Obviously I’m still also posting stuff on Insta because I love to annoy people with filtered images of my life and surrounding inanimate objects too much to give that up, but this way if you want to read about excitingly cool Italian things and/or look through pictures of excitingly cool Italian adventures (or lack thereof) and/or pretend like you’re very interested in the excitingly cool things I have to say, you can do that here. Also the layout is nice.