The WORLD CUP! Italy vs England! It went down! So, today I got my lazy butt up to try and go shopping this morning. Which I did. And I thoroughly enjoyed it. I went to a street market and got 3 pieces of clothes. (None of which my mother would ever approve of) 1 pair of psychedelic pants, one tribal pattern dress, and some floral cut dress that was really pretty.

I decided to attempt straightening my hair, in the hopes of having a length check and trying a new hairstyle. Well, the rain put a quick damper on those plans. I ended up wearing my headscarf all night because the rain was no joke at all. One crack of lightening shook the house. It was frightening.

I took my nap during the Raining Fury and when I awoke I decided to attempt straightening my hair again. An Italian friend of mine invited me and my housemate to watch the World Cup and so we decided to go. I was expecting something along the lines of a Super Bowl party. I mean there was a room full of people, a few beers, and the television, but ABSOLUTELY no turn up. These Italians WILL NOT be ready when our Fourth of July comes.

Anyway, we didn’t get lost this time on our way home. We caught the bus and went straight home in under 10 minutes.

My Day:

  • Went shopping at this super sketchy outdoor marketplace and got cut and cheap clothes.
  • Tried to eat a meal after it but Italians were in Siesta. So, what that means is, NO MEALS OR ANY FORM OF LIFE INTERACTIONS from 3pm til about 7pm. But a restaurant was nice enough to give us their side dishes.
  • Got lost again, but found a trolley that took us straight home.
  • Watched the World Cup and saw Italy win. The rain must have killed the vibe because there was only a celebratory applause and that was literally it.

What I Learned Today:

  • English words and Italian words have different meanings. My friend was shouting “DIE! DIE! DIE!” as we were watch the soccer match. He only shouted this when Italy was doing quite well and had the ball. This caused me and my housemate to raise our eyebrows in confusion until I asked why he wanted Italy to die. Then he explained, “Die in Italian means go, come on, let’s go!” It’s like cheering. But my immediate reaction to him shouting “DIE!” was

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  • Also the ATM is the name of public transportation. Not a place where you withdrawal money. image
  • Italians don’t like doing anything that involves them working too long or too much. Siesta (we are closed) The World Cup match is on (we are closed) I don’t feel like working (we are closed) Your grandma bought a cat (we are closed) Italians would lose their minds if they had to ever work in the US. The Italian motto is image
  • Italians don’t get loud, reckless, and belligerent, during sporting events. Maybe they do. But probably towards more important games. Learning this made me realize that I live in a world of extremist. Americans don’t know what moderation actually means. Americans binge watch, binge eat, binge drink, binge everything! But I have no fear, we are certainly showing Italians how Americans party before we leave. That’s why when they talk about partying our immediate response is…image
  • Couples don’t care where they are, who is around, or what they are doing. If they want to grope and kiss and god knows what in public, they will do so. And do not make eye contact with them while they are doing their, urm, activities. Italians have no shame and will only view your glaring as a request for them to be more outlandish. image
  • Siesta (Italian Term: chiusura pomeridiana), is that time of day when Italians just merely say, “I’m going to take a break from work for about 5 hours and I don’t care.” And I’m just like, so you’re not going to feed me? image
  • Gelato places are most likely the only thing open 24 hours here. image
  • People will tell trolley, tram, and bus drivers when they are about to pull off with people close to catching the transportation. The bus drivers will actually stop and wait for the people to get there. Thank you kind people.image
  • The temperature can and will drop when ever it pleases. image
  • Cookies are called biscuits. image

I’m sleeping on Sunday

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