Mass was said in Italian, of course. There was this one father who we absolutely adored, he was so cute. He made us think of that old man in the Pixar short who plays chess against himself. He was really small but spry and when he spoke in English to the group of students sitting in front of us and to the right it was the most beautiful thing ever.
So apparently, if you get me tired enough by walking me to death and then keeping me up as long as possible, I will talk about aliens in my sleep. I actually remember the last part, when I answered Ariel. I remember hearing her question, and immediately saying no because I don’t talk in my sleep. I don’t move or talk and fall out of bed or anything. But then I thought, if she had to ask…. Haha. I’m laughing at myself just writing about it.
On Monday in
Tuesday we walked to the Galleria dell’Accademia to see the David. David is…big. The rest of the Academy museum was moderately interesting; the paintings were of a rather intense Renaissance style. They were so uber Catholic. I know that might sound funny to some of you, but they were. Maggie and I were actually pretty interested in them; I spent a lot of my time in front of the paintings looking for idiosyncrasies. Some of the Resurrection shots were funny to me, with Jesus up in the sky with the filmy veil across his legs, and his hand up in the air doing some sort of salute. One painting seriously made it look like Jesus was thinking, “Booyah. I did it. Look at me. I’m hot.”
The top of the dome is wonderful. You have a complete and unhindered view of the entire city, and though almost every building looks exactly the same, you can also see all of the cathedrals and piazzas and markets, and all the little people walking around with their umbrellas. From there you can also see the mountains. Those were easy to forget about since we were always surrounded by buildings and people. They were even more beautiful because of the rain. The water in the air made it look like someone had just laid out a clean sheet of haze over the thick greenness of the mountains, making them almost visible, more like they were there because you remembered them being there, not because they were.
Forgot to say that during almost this entire trip, our lunches have consisted of saltine-sque crackers, pinotti or nutella spread, wheat bread, and blood oranges. Oh, the oranges. I think I love them, and I’m going to marry them. It’s like eating sparkling orange juice. I’m really glad that Maggie and Ariel have been here with me because apparently I’m hopeless when it comes to peeling oranges without dropping them, which is sad. They’re good lunches, and for the lot it only cost about 11euros, and lasted us more than three days’ worth of lunches, since we also snacked on the crackers nonstop. They’re like the saltines we’re used to, but with a bakery sort of taste to them. Like the bastard children of saltines and fancy tea crackers. Lovely.