Xavier University’s Jesuit core curriculum requires 12 credit hours of Philosophy to graduate. Luckily, the Western Philosophy course offered at FUA is accredited for my core. I have a love hate relationship with philosophy classes, but hearing my Tuscan professor explain the theories of Ancient Greek philosophy, I listened attentively. I mean I like Hercules, so this class should be fun, right?
My Wallet is Crying
Since I had been carrying my class materials in an open tote, I wanted something safer while walking around gypsy prone areas. On my walk back to the apartment I noticed an adorable leather satchel and decided to search for a new book bag. I told the saleswoman that I needed to check my balance before purchasing anything, but as I headed towards the door she mumbled Italian to her coworker before stopping me. She offered an extra €10 off, so I went for it.
I’m such a sucker.
During my run, I decided to go a little farther without getting too lost. I dodged tourists on the Michelangelo to see a better view. I became so overwhelmed with the beauty of the city, I ended up tearing up in happiness. I am living in a fairy tale.
Thank you Mom and Dad for your support. I am forever grateful for this experience.
Most of the Italians I have spoken to know enough English to help me with directions and questions. Though when I walked into the copy store to retrieve philosophy readings, the clerk ignored me for a few minutes before I could ask for prints. She spoke some English, but could not figure out which photocopies I needed. After she found the correct readings, she asked for cash. She directed me out the door to find the ATM, so I roamed for 20 minutes searching for one. Returning with fresh euro, she gave me a stern look when I handed her a €50. Italians prefer exact change. Unfortunately I’ve been a hassle lately.
Cheers to the Freakin Weekend
The rest of the afternoon I prepared for my trip to Croatia.
That’s right, Croatia.