Pizza Al’s can’t do a pizza with an egg on it. I can’t bring them an egg or anything. It’s against the law. Bah.
Al will still be getting plenty of my money, nonetheless. The same food at the same chain restaurants, everywhere you go, gets old. Like I said earlier, Italy got the food right.
I’ll update this blog if anything relevant comes up, or if the research I did in Italy gets published, but otherwise, I’m done. I might start another blog somewhere down the line, but this one is linked to on the WVU Honors Blog as a Study Abroad Blog, so it really ought to just sit around as an archive. Hopefully, I’ll never end up living under a bridge, unable to pay the $26/year.
To sum up, if you get the opportunity to study abroad, do it. Chances are, at no other point in your life will you be able to spend the better part of a year in a foreign country.
My Italian experience has continued it’s slide into the depths of mundanity – along the lines of go to class, go to work, eat, go to sleep. That isn’t really much to blog about, sadly. However, it has been a freaking month since my last post. Hopefully, if I can find interesting things, I can get back into once-a-week blogging, or better. Interesting things have happened. Work has also been happening. But screw apologizing or rationalizing, this is my blog, and this is my new post, so enjoy it.
In the weeks since my bike was stolen, I have indeed walked a great deal. It’s forty-five minutes from the campus to the mall on foot, and I’ve now walked that at least half a dozen times. This also has put a serious cramp on trying to see the weekly attractions the city puts on in the middle of town on weekends. I walked to another street fair a week or two ago specifically because the signs I found advertising it mentioned America, in terms of American goods or American-style goods or some such. Of course, at the bottom of the sign, literally in ellipses, it said something like, ‘along with normal goods of local origin.’ I walked to this street fair and found nothing particularly American at all, so I didn’t venture further. If there were American clothes or cars or whatever, I didn’t find them, and my backpack was loaded down with groceries. Besides that, the entire 1st world wears American clothes anyhow. I’m sorry, that’s just how it is.
Unless your vision of American clothing is embodied by “Why you so trashy? – Northern Carolina University.” Seriously, my father caught that on a shirt on display at the mall, as well as a guy wearing a shirt that said “Shut the F*ck Up,” asterisk and all. Combine this crap with punks tagging everything in Engrish, and one is reminded that America dominates the world culturally, if not militarily. I can live with that.