From cynthia's POV:
Friday! Thank God! This week has been SO slow.
Our hair still in shambles, we went to go get breakfast. The place we wanted was wayy too crowded so we chose to starve..AGAIN...I thought Italians loved food?! Beyond confused.
We stop at a little fruit stand on the way to the hospital (which we have come to learn quite well) and get a banana for breakfast and an apple for lunch...since when are these portions acceptable??... Sadly, we considered this quite a lot of food in comparison to what we usually bring, which is nothing.
At rotation, we were set up with a translator to get the safety procedure tutorial. One woman spoke Italian while the other translated. Honestly could have figured it out without the translator, but protocol left us with a hilarious memory of one lady talking and the other quickly translating. Again, this cannot be real.
So then we got an assignment. We were given absolutely no direction on what to do or how to look things up so we started on our own. Unsuccessfully.
We quickly gave up and decided we can start again on Monday. It's the weekend. After a brief lecture on how to do renal dosing, since we clearly were not taught this in school, we were allowed to leave.
We started walking and thanks to the girl from tre, we hit up a part of town that may have straighteners (FINALLY!). We get to the places and realize they are hairdressers not stores. She clearly thought we wanted to get our hair done instead, which in her defense is understandable because we were beginning to look like bichon-frises. After watching bianca try to ask if they sell straighteners and attempt to tell them that we did not want to get our hair done, we went home defeated.
On the walk home, we passed what looked like an appliance store and decided we would try our luck. Bianca spotted straightens behind the counter and was so excited! She asked the lady in her perfect Italian (not sarcastic, it's REALLY good) to see it. We were giddy school girls for a mere minute before realizing it was a portable scanner and not a straightener... Wtf is a portable scanner?!?!
We had given up. We were going to have to wear our hair outrageously for 5 weeks. We had come to terms with it, when we passed another store and I thought we should at least try. How lucky are we to actually have stumbled upon straighteners!!?!?! We bought one and then walked next door to buy a bottle of wine to celebrate!! It is still in the fridge since we don't really know what to do with it, but we were too excited not to get it.
We decide that we should go out for dinner and go out after! Excited, we left with no restaurant names in mind. We get to a place called ristorante 59 and even though it was empty, decided we should go in. Maybe it was the couple beside us that kept going outside for quickies or the fact that the waiter never brought us our salad, but it could not have been a worse choice.
Disgusted, we left and decided to go out! Found a wine bar and the night picked up!
We ended up at a place called "drinkeria" and decided to get a bottle of wine or 2. Every single guy there instantly fell in love with bianca. It is unreal how many guys literally fall head over heels and stare at her! She found her lobster (a term she picked up from me and now uses ALL, yes ALL, the time...beginning to regret saying it), but he walked away after some eye contact. She is convinced he's her man. I am convinced the man in the leather Adidas jumpsuit is the one for her. After all, he did buy us roses.
Stumbling home, Adidas decides to follow. I naturally begin to run in heels as bianca is yelling wait in Italian behind me.
Clearly, a much better day.
Friday! Thank God! This week has been SO slow.
Our hair still in shambles, we went to go get breakfast. The place we wanted was wayy too crowded so we chose to starve..AGAIN...I thought Italians loved food?! Beyond confused.
We stop at a little fruit stand on the way to the hospital (which we have come to learn quite well) and get a banana for breakfast and an apple for lunch...since when are these portions acceptable??... Sadly, we considered this quite a lot of food in comparison to what we usually bring, which is nothing.
At rotation, we were set up with a translator to get the safety procedure tutorial. One woman spoke Italian while the other translated. Honestly could have figured it out without the translator, but protocol left us with a hilarious memory of one lady talking and the other quickly translating. Again, this cannot be real.
So then we got an assignment. We were given absolutely no direction on what to do or how to look things up so we started on our own. Unsuccessfully.
We quickly gave up and decided we can start again on Monday. It's the weekend. After a brief lecture on how to do renal dosing, since we clearly were not taught this in school, we were allowed to leave.
We started walking and thanks to the girl from tre, we hit up a part of town that may have straighteners (FINALLY!). We get to the places and realize they are hairdressers not stores. She clearly thought we wanted to get our hair done instead, which in her defense is understandable because we were beginning to look like bichon-frises. After watching bianca try to ask if they sell straighteners and attempt to tell them that we did not want to get our hair done, we went home defeated.
On the walk home, we passed what looked like an appliance store and decided we would try our luck. Bianca spotted straightens behind the counter and was so excited! She asked the lady in her perfect Italian (not sarcastic, it's REALLY good) to see it. We were giddy school girls for a mere minute before realizing it was a portable scanner and not a straightener... Wtf is a portable scanner?!?!
We had given up. We were going to have to wear our hair outrageously for 5 weeks. We had come to terms with it, when we passed another store and I thought we should at least try. How lucky are we to actually have stumbled upon straighteners!!?!?! We bought one and then walked next door to buy a bottle of wine to celebrate!! It is still in the fridge since we don't really know what to do with it, but we were too excited not to get it.
We decide that we should go out for dinner and go out after! Excited, we left with no restaurant names in mind. We get to a place called ristorante 59 and even though it was empty, decided we should go in. Maybe it was the couple beside us that kept going outside for quickies or the fact that the waiter never brought us our salad, but it could not have been a worse choice.
Disgusted, we left and decided to go out! Found a wine bar and the night picked up!
We ended up at a place called "drinkeria" and decided to get a bottle of wine or 2. Every single guy there instantly fell in love with bianca. It is unreal how many guys literally fall head over heels and stare at her! She found her lobster (a term she picked up from me and now uses ALL, yes ALL, the time...beginning to regret saying it), but he walked away after some eye contact. She is convinced he's her man. I am convinced the man in the leather Adidas jumpsuit is the one for her. After all, he did buy us roses.
Stumbling home, Adidas decides to follow. I naturally begin to run in heels as bianca is yelling wait in Italian behind me.
Clearly, a much better day.
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