Fantastic

Today I woke up far too early.

We traveled as a group to the Porta Portese, the largest flea market in Rome. It was altogether underwhelming (a giant, bargaining goodwill), but Sydney told me that we didn't reach the very end, and that it was better there.

The group separates and I am with Melissa and the CIA girl. They are living proof why girls are smarter than guys. Especially Melissa. Not so much the other one.

We met as a group to prepare for the group presentation tomorrow (crosses fingers), and I hung out with the CIA girl and Christine for a while before we watched the ITA v. NZE game. (The game was awful. A poor performance by Italy. 90% possession and only a PK goal to show for it? A tie is virtually a win for NZE)

The latte is amazing. The shots are literally 90% crema and the milk is foamy, but lukewarm. You are suppose to drink the coffee at the bar, but it's no problem at all, since the espresso is at such a perfect temperature.

Night is less interesting. I work on my paper and do my readings.

I'm exhausted. I haven't ridden a bike or played guitar in a week. I get tired in the middle of the day. This city has not been kind to me.

Presentation tomorrow. First day of class. I'm suppose to bring a pack lunch and I have nothing except 877 photos in my camera.