Friday, November 12, 2010
Mary Hunter - Siena, Italy
I can talk to people on the street through my second story window. People can tell me they have arrived at my apartment through my window. I love Italy.
-Making pasta from scratch
SOOOOOOOOOOOO good, and very very fun. At my cooking class last night we learned how to make pasta fresca. Yum Yum Yum. I fully plan on becoming a pasta maker when I come home, which I don't think my mother will like, because it was pretty messy, but totally worth it.
There are freaking pigeons everywhere. In the morning they all fly around with their screeching noises, which they do at night too. In the afternoon they hang out in the Campo and walk dangerously close to you. I have seen pigeons fight, I have seen brown pigeons, pigeons that are missing toes, and there is this big fat pigeon who hangs out on this ledge on the building across from me most nights.
Siena=walking city. Something that is 30 minutes walking distance is suddenly something that I consider fairly close. Also, every street is a hill. It may be long and sloping gradually, or short and quite steep. Anyway, I walk everywhere, and if I am not super toned by the time I get home I will be super mad.