Last Thursday, Pot, Samantha and I went to Fiesole, which is a little town in the foothills of Florence (picture below). It is a 20-minute bus ride up the mountain, and it brings you to a quaint little town t
hat is so quiet, relaxing and calm. Of course in the middle of our bus ride the bus broke down and the impatient Italians were throwing their arms everywhere in the air (reminded me of my father!), which gave us a clue that something was wrong. We met a woman on the bus who is from California and took her business to Florence. She is a chiropractor doctor and was very nice. We met another old woman on the bus who brought her dog with her, and she spoke with us in Italian and loved that we wanted to pet her dog!The three of us took a hike through Fiesole and just sat, taking in the views. Fiesole is a very popular spot to watch sunsets. I am sad I didn't get to bring Mark there when he was here becuase we would have had a lot of fun hiking through it and watching the sunset. But anyways, we hiked up the entire mountain and to the spot of Leonardo Da Vinci's "flight," which is famous because he flew off of the mountain from the platform. I didn't know this story, but apparently he wanted to see if he could fly, so he made wings for himself and flew off the mountain - kind of inspired the first airplane.
We met an older couple on the mountain, who had a puppy and we stopped to pet it (of course). The couple was so nice and talking to us in Italian, which we love because it helps us practice. After our hike and busride back to Florence, we passed out becuase it was a long afternoon! To the right is a picture of Samantha and me in Fiesole, with Florence in the background!On Friday, Pot, Rebekka, Stachay and I went to Sicily. We flew into Trapani and stayed there because it was the cheaper and most convenient flight. We had no idea that Trapani (or Sicily in general) was big and more modern than the other cities we have visited. We figured this out when we walked out of the airport and there were highways surrounding us, clueing us into the fact that we couldn't walk to our hotel. We hopped in a taxi, which took us 30 minutes to our hotel. We were really skeptical about our hotel at first because the "receptionist" is an actual cafe - Cafe Noir. They were so confused when we told them we had a reservation for two nights and we gave them our confirmation number, but they still acted like they had no idea people were staying there that weekend. We figured out that Sicily is pretty deserted at this time of year and tourists are rare. They took us back outside and into a door that looked like a trap door, which led to a little alley, and then stairs. Once we got ot the stairs, we were relieved because it started to actually look like a hotel. Our rooms were perfect and probably the best we have had yet. Anyways, it worked out perfectly fine, but it was a humorous situation looking back on it.
After we settled into our hotel, we attempted to find the port and take a boat to the Favignana island. My tour book said it was a beautiful island that is an "Italian playground in the summer." Well, the tour book also failed to tell us that it is completely deserted at this time of year. We tried to find a bus to take us to the beaches on the island, and when we figured out where to go to catch a bus, we found it parked in a corner around the street. A picture of the sunset on the island is below - it was absolutely beautiful!
Literally, no one was on the island except a few natives, so we just watched a beautiful sunset - seriously the most beautiful I have ever seen - over the water. Meanwhile, I decided I wanted to pet another dog. I knew that petting random dogs would come to bite me in the butt one day, and this was the time. The dog jumped all over me, and I thought he was playing around with me as a puppy until he started biting me everywhere. I have a bite mark on the side of my knee and am going to get it checked out this week, according to Mom's (and Mark's) orders. It was a hilarious scene, looking back on it, because Stachay is deathly afraid of dogs, Rebekka ws running from it and Pot was somewhat laughing and telling me she had no idea what to do. We couldn't catch a ferry back to Trapani until another two hours, so we sat in a quaint pizza shop and had some pizza and wine until the ferry came.On Saturday, we decided to sleep in and then take a bus to Palermo, which was the best part of the weekend. The scenery of the bus trip was absolutely beautiful. It had a lot of mountains, rolling hills and sea - very picturesque. I wish the States was as pretty as Italy is! We spent the day in Palermo and went to Monreale, which is about eight kilometers outside of Palermo. We went there because my guide book talked about a beautiful cathedral it has, as well as a beautiful
view of Palermo (picture of Pot, me Rebekka and Stachay in Monreale with a view of Palermo - to the left). The cathedral was very beautiful on the inside, which had a mixture of Gothic, Byzantine and other styles. We ate at a little cafe on its patio (it was such good weather!), where a bird proceeded to poop on Stacey, while we were ordering our dessert from the waiter. It was absolutely hilarious, and obvious that the waiter didn't know if it was offensive for him to laugh or not. Eventually, he started laughing and making fun of Stacey the rest of the time. On our bus ride back from Monreale to Palermo, Rebekka got in trouble with the bus ticket people becuase we didn't realize we had to buy another ticket for the way down. Somehow Rebekka was the only one who got in trouble for it, but the rest of us did not. A nice girl behind Rebekka her ticket and everything was fine, but, again, it is a funny situation to look back on. We got back to Palermo and asked our hotel "receptionist" for a good Italian restaurant. They took us to a restaurant around the corner, which was absolutely delicious! I had a calzone, but couldn't eat all of it because it was HUGE.. I could only eat about 1/4th of it! I felt bad, especially because the waiter asked me if I liked it. I told him it was "benissimo!" and that I was full. We really need to learn how to say "I'm full" in Italian.Today we just walked around near the port and stopped to get pastries at the pastry shops. We learned that Sicily has the most amazing pastries in all of Italy. We probably eahc had about five per day. Yummy!
Now I am back in amazing Florence and will be spending the rest of this week studying for mid-terms. I am not too worried about them and know that it will all be fine. I have great teachers who want us to do well and are just great in general. On Saturday we are off to England, and then to Ireland for the week! We are thrilled. After that, Mom and Daddy will be here! This month is going by way too fast, and I know that that means the rest of this semester will go by even faster, which sucks.
I don't ever want this semester to end!!!!!!!!!




Overall I had a lot of fun in Paris, though I wasn't expecting much from it because of our last trip there. We didn't have a bad trip last time, but I don't remember much except that I was pick-pocketed as a 10-year-old. I also remember not eating anything there because of how picky I am. I also remember the French being extremely rude to us, which is not how I found them to be during this visit. They were actually very polite. One of the days we went to McDonald's to get a bottle of water and I was ordering, the cashier had apparently said "good evening" to me in French, but I didn't know that becuase I didn't know any French, so I just started ordering the water. I noticed he was staring at me and not even typing anything into the cash register and then he said something to me in French again. I turned to Mark, who of course was just sitting there laughing and not helping me figure out what this guy was saying to me in French, so I said "what?" He said something to me in French again, and then just said "Good evening. In France it is polite to greet people. We like being greeted. Good evening." Mark started laughing hysterically and I said I was sorry and I didn't know French and good evening to him too. It was interesting and embarrassing because he basically put me in my place and rolled his eyes at me as an American. I was expecting to encounter many more of those conversations with the French, but we did only once! Mark was supposed to help us with French when we needed it, but he wasn't much of a help because he couldn't remember any of it! Regardless, we got around perfectly fine and had a great trip!