September 11th, 2011. The ten year anniversary of one of the most horrid attacks on American soil in history. Also the day that we, the architecture students of 2014, were to fly from DC to a little place called Rome.
I was so freaking excited.
No words could truly describe my feelings of angst, nervousness, joy and pure ecstasy that was held within my small body. Whatever these feelings were, I couldn’t hold it in very well. I ran. I jumped. I skipped. I climbed on the tops of the airport chairs. I quietly screamed people’s names to make them look just to say hi. I was all over the place. I was excited. I still am. Eight and one-half hours of a most wretched sleepless flight, we landed.
It was morning in Italy. The sky was blue, the atmosphere of the most interesting mix of passion and smoke. I knew, even before we landed that this year will be my year. It will be ours (as in us architects) but it will be mine. This city is soooo wonderful. Everything about it amazes me. I can’t wait to explore it to its farthest corners.
Day 1 in short:
Got:
Papers and desk sorted
Unpacked
Ate:
-Pizza Magherita and red wine - (house wine) - kind of like barefoot (at Novana Notte, a little off from Piazza Novana)
-Gelato (Soooo many flavors!)
Buildings I know seen today:
-St. Peter’s (Dome)
-Pantheon
-Albergo Sole (my lovely hotel)
-Studio (it amazes me the ceiling details and floor)
-Palazzo Massimo
-Piazza Novana
had:
an awesome day with my wonderful friends exploring and eating pure Italian stuff.
PS I shall edit this with pictures in a bit.
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