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Hollaa,

To start off. The mosquitos in Florence are vicious. I'm getting eaten alive even in my room. My host mother gave us this little zapper but they seem to like me more.

So...Tuesday we went out and went to a place called the Red Garder. The dancing was fun but it was very americanized. Which is whatever but I'm not looking for that experience. Afterwards, we went to a dance club called Twice. The dancing was definitely better there, haha. My friends and I danced for awhile. One of the guys we were with got a drink so we were all near the bar. We were getting ready to leave but I sat down on the barstool for a few minutes while we rounded up the troops. All of the sudden I hear someone say in an English accent "Is someone sitting there?" (pointing to where I was sitting) I look up and its this large man that was old enough to be my father. I said "I am." He starts to chat me up, I was friendly because my friends were right there. Didn't sense it being very harmful. He then asks me if he could buy me a drink. I decline because we were gonna leave soon and it was semi creepy. The next thing I know he says, "Just so you know, I'm not expecting sex." I laughed! hahahaha, I couldn't help myself. I was thinking "What the eph?!, hahaha!" I just laughed and said "Well that's good!" He goes on to tell me I'm not ugly, he thinks I'm beautiful...he just isn't expecting anything. After that I excused myself and high tailed it out of there with my friends. It made it even more hilarious because he had an english accent.

Yesterday, (Wednesday) I had classes till 2:45pm then I signed up for the gym I found. I had one of the best workouts I've had in awhile. I was sweating like crazy. It so comforting to exercise, something somewhat normal in this Italian speaking country. I'm not complaining by any means about the language. I am having so much fun learning Italian and actually using it when I'm riding around town, but it's just a huge change. Finding a little comfort in a workout felt nice.

Today, I had class from 9am-6pm with minimal breaks. It wasn't too bad, but I was so tired. My first class is an art history class. I've never taken one before, so it's introductory. Each Thursday we meet at a site out in Florence and visit famous works of art or buildings. It was so beautiful. When you're all together in a group and you're looking at these huge statues. I was overwhelmed (in a good way) with all of the beauty that encircled me. I couldn't stop thinking of how much labor went into the intricate detail of these works of art in such a non technological day in age. Michelangelo's David was made out of a huge block of marble which was first carved out of mountains nearby Florence. To transport this today they have machines but in the days when this was made it seems impossible that they were able to transport this! We learned today that they used logs to carry it along the river but when the river was low they would have to drag it on land. It had to have taken forever!

After the art class, I had Italian and then Classical Mythology. My last class was my business class which I am SO excited for. The length of it I'm not so stoked for (3 hours) but my professor is amazing. He is a very forward Italian man. He has high expectations and is extremely knowledgable in the world of business. He actually is a businessman himself so his class is more about real life application, rather than the theory. I already respect him greatly and this was my first class with him today. He said something interesting that I wrote down, "If something is a waste, change it." He was telling us how Italian business is much different than American business. There aren't many ethics here and being 'professional' is not really taken seriously in the sense that American business is taken. For example, Execs. working at Prada have thrown things when something has went wrong in the past. With that, Italians in general think about themselves much more when driving. Defensive driving is minimal, haha. He told us a story of his wife walking with his 2 year old son. The son walked a little bit out into the road, and a car almost hit the little boy but squealed his breaks to stop. Professors wife grabbed the child very quickly to get him. When the car halted, the man driving the car looked at the mother and said "Fuck off Bitch!"
I was in shock and laughing at the same time. He was generalizing mostly because I've met some very nice Italians but it was so fun to hear what my Professor had to say.
I'm rambling but he is very motivating.

None of us have Friday classes so tomorrow I'm going to get to sleep in! After the gym, I plan to explore more of Florence, it really helps having a bike.
My roommate, some friends and I are going to a rave tomorrow night  right by our house. I've never been to one, this shit is gonna be sick!
Saturday, I'm going on a day trip to Ravenna, Italy! Real excited to travel...

Bye for now!
<3 Alex