It feels like its been a month. Day 7

Finally, i feel that ive fully assimilated into the wheather, time change, and food. And the wonders of the food,
i have yet to have a meal that didnt blow me away. Ive been relativly safe, not eating anything to scary;ive
been so hungry that the idea of screwing up a meal scares me. The pasta, pizza, paninis, and pastres are out
of this world. Most of the places seem to have similar quality food, unlike back home, the key as it turns out is
to find the cheap places and there are some cheap places. 3 Euro for a panini that i cant even finish? You
cant beat that.

Its "carnivalle" this weekend, some kind of celebration. Im not entirely sure what its about (ill find more deatails later) but there were people all dressed up costumes with masks all around town. I went out again, and found so many incredible things. There was an olive oil and wine carnival in the Piazza Republica (where my school is) with all kinds of stands that were giving out samples to everyone. There was oil oil and wine of course, but there was also jam, and honey, and cheese. It felt like heaven. Afterwards we kept walking, and we actually did find heaven. Across the Calazouli, in another plaza, there was a chocolate carnival! Stalls so stacked with chocolate that we did not know where to start. Needless to say the smell, the view, it all was nearly intoxicating. Chocolate wrenches, balls, candies. Liquid chocolate to drink, and samples EVERYWHERE. THe entire place was exploding with energy and beauty. After walking around town for  a couple of hours we went to a restraunt located right next to the Arno and Ponte Vecchio called the "Golden View". It was much fancier that i was used to, it even had live jazz. The food was good, not as good as others (it seems that the more sketchy the places, the better the food tends to be), but the atmosphere made it worth while. I went home aftwerwards and started messing with my pictures to get them ready to upload.

Some of the girls wanted to go clubbing, and a lady from AIFS recomended that we go to a place called Glameor. I thought ide check it out, so went with them. It was very differnt than American clubs. Apparently, nothing really starts until around one in the morning, and the italians then party until five or six. Different from back home. Alot of the Italian men there were real creepers (kinda like back home). I stayed for a  while but left early because i was so tired and im not exactly a big dancer (if thats even dancing). The funny thing is that in the Club, and everywhere else too, all of the music is American. I have yet to hear a song that isnt in English (scratch that, i just heard an Italian Rap song), but at the same time there is definitly a small bias against Americans. I think i understand why though, every night i get woken up at one point or another by yelling, drunk, Americans walking down the Cazouli (my street).

Its been one heck of a journey so far, and tonight ive got two foot ball games to go to, one italian, and one very american.