I’m in Rome. I’m IN Rome. I’m in ROME. It’s a simple sentence, but one that I have forgotten many, many times these last few days. I’ll be sitting, drinking some coffee in a little café, lost in my own world when BAM! I step outside and nearly run into the Pantheon. THE Pantheon.
|St. Peter's crowd before Sunday Mass. Hey, is that the Pope? Nah, just some Priest.|
|19th Century Mall|
|Street Performers by the Fontana de Trevi|
|Fountain outside of the Pantheon|
Today was the first day of class. A few of us woke up early to eat some breakfast (conetto e caffe latte) before catching the 8 o’clock class to the Visconti, an old Jesuit school that’s loaning us a room. St. John’s classes are student-led and discussion-based, pretty similar to my Plan II World Literature class last year. We discussed Plato’s Symposium, and we actually voluntarily ran over the time limit because we all had so much to say! Hahah I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before…St. John definitely has a unique educational culture, and I think (or rather hope) that it’s rubbing off on me a bit.
|Inside the Pantheon|
|Egg Pasta with Pesto, Tomatoes, and Cheese|
At 2 o’clock today we had our first Italian class. To our surprise, the ENTIRE class is conducted in Italian—no inglese allowed! It was difficult to keep up at first, but class soon became a long string of games—hangman with Italian Pronunciations, false identities, and tongue twisters. Also surprise! We actually have homework. And a final. And I’m not even taking the Italian class for credit…
|One of the many Vespa-drivers scooting around the city|
|Honestly, I have no idea what this is. But it's pretty.|