Due to being very busy for the past week or so, this post’s title is a more crap version of what I was originally intending to name it, but I can’t be bothered to try and think of a witty alternative. It’s more like 104 days now.
First up, a couple of days ago the blog reached the scary milestone of 5000 hits! Thankyou to all of you who include reading this in their procrastination time. It would probably be more helpful for your future to go back to revision/dissertations, so shoo.
Recently I seem to have spent most of my time rehearsing for a dance show next weekend, although another couple of shows have somehow popped up in the meantime, which apparently slipped past me when they were announced. This led to me rocking up to what I thought was a dress rehearsal at the theatre last Friday, only to find a strangely large number of people milling around eating aperitivi nibbles and a lot of other dancers in full costume. At least it meant that I didn’t really have time to get nervous! The performance was part of a maratona di danza show for ‘Spoleto a Colori’, the week-long mini festival thing that has been going on here. Here’s a picture of the group:
As part of the festival, there was a Holi-style ‘ColorMob’ last Thursday evening, which was great fun albeit pretty messy, and I now own a pair of murky grey looking Converses.
This weekend I finally got to visit the Vatican museums. This involved one of the all-to-familiar early morning trains (the first of the day in fact) heading to Rome at 6am on Sunday. I met Jo at Roma Termini, since she’d been on a trip to Sicily (lucky bitch), and eventually got to the Vatican by 8.30am to find the biggest queue I have ever seen for anything, and that was just along 1 of the 3 walls of the city that the line covered.
It took about 2 hours of standing in 27 degree sunshine (Jo took a leaf out of the Asian tourists’ book and used her umbrella as a parasol) and making friends with a student from Hong Kong before we eventually got in. Every last Sunday of the month it is free entry, meaning it is packed and everywhere you go you feel like a group of sheep being herded around.
After a few hours of traipsing round squished between all the other tourists, we got to see the Sistine Chapel then decided to call it quits. A word to anyone who ever was/is/will be a tourist: YOU ARE NOT THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON HERE. If everyone just followed this simple guideline, the world would be a far happier place.
On Sunday evening Jo came back to Spoleto where she stayed for a couple of days. I showed her all the great sights of Spoleto (La Rocca and the aqueduct) and we ate far too much ice cream. It was nice being able to act as a tourguide, and to have some solidarity in wearing a dress when the weather is over 25 degrees despite the stares and unwanted comments from guys.
The other day I ended up wearing leggings under my dress, which made me look a bit like a mum, but that still wasn’t covered up enough for April. I was told earlier today that people don’t wear summery clothing until summer, even though it’s already that hot, so it’s unlikely I will blend in anytime before I leave.
Speaking of which, I have a bit over a month left here, with lots to pack in before. Most importantly, my 2nd year abroad essay is beckoning, and I’ve already shot myself in the foot by choosing a title that requires me to track down a lot of people to interview which involves far more self-motivation than I can muster right now.
Sights of the day
In a little garden square near Piazza Garibaldi I was excited to find it was named after Baden-Powell. I spent a couple of years helping out with Beavers (the cute youngest Scouts) so I was impressed to see that his influence is so far-reaching. However, I’m pretty sure there’s a typo on this sign. Awkward.