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The next morning (I think I slept about 15 hours) I check out of my hotel around noon, and get another cab to the ACCENT center. The taxi driver drops me off and I lug my bags to the building he pointed at. While im pulling them over a curb I accidently hit one of the hundred of vespas lining the street and an alarm starts going off..greaat I think to myself, look at the crazy American girl haha..I finally get my bags over the curb and this man walks out of the building and helps me take my bags in, and tells me (yet again through amazing hand signals, I should just create the new universal sign language haha) tells me that he will watch my bags and that the accent center is upstairs. I walk up this amazing marbel stair case and get to the center and check in. Luckily, Gigi was there at the same time and we got a cab together to our apartment, since we will be apt mates. Once to our aparment, we walk up the steps and open the door and ooh! Its just amazing. You walk in and to the left there is a bedroom that facese the front of the building (which I claimed for Rhianon and myself), straight there is the bathroom (with a lovely bidet haha!), to the left is the other room (Gigi and Karla) which faces another apt building on the back, and to the left/south ish is the kitchen, which is naarrrow but has fridge, sink, stove, and clothes washer! I was so glad to see that we didnt have to lug our clothes to a laundrymat because it is really expensive. Gigi and I unpacked, and she went off to a mani/pedi appt at the spanish steps, and I decided to wait for Rhianon. While I waited I was starving ( since I hadnt eaten since the plane ). I notice mysteriously I have top ramen packed in my suitcase (mom! always the worrier!) So i decide to make some.

I go to the stove, light the gas, and put the pot on top of the nice glass top and go back to my room to relax a little and get adjusted. About ten minutes later I hear BSHH! and run out to the kitchen to find that the glass was not the burner but in fact a cover. Wow. How many things in Italy can one girl break?!? I sigh, determined to fix this mess I created for myself, and proceed to clean up tiny glass fragments for the next hour and a half (literally they were about the size of half a pea). I tried to get every last shard because I didnt want anyone to be hurt, and once that was finished I thought to myself (maybe I should just not touch anything before I decide to relax, haha) But man, I guess you have to just go with it--Its not like I wasnt being cautious, and I know how to work a gas stove, but...I decided that Id to the damage in the beginning because then Id have more time to find a replacement, haha.

Later that day Rhianon and Karla showed up, and we all went out to dinner (Professor was supposed to show up, but ran late so we left to eat dinner. Only later did we find out that we missed her by a few minutes). The place we chose by the vatican was not the best, and we didnt realize we got ripped off until after, but the Gelatto was amazing!! It made up for the poor dinner we had. Everyone then went home and passed out from the long days.

The next day we had 'orientation' and we heard about all the safe things to do in rome, the rules of the program, etc...At night Gigi and Karla made coos coos (?) and veggies. We had a nice candelight dinner around our quaint table and its at that moment it felt like we had finally arrived in Rome and everything was at Peace. <3

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Amanda on July 1, 2008 from Rome, Italy

from the travel blog: Revelle in Rome

tagged BrokenStove, CandelightDinner and PerfectMoment

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