Soo yesterday I finally figured out how to work our TV! I was so excited that I could finally veg, even if I couldn't understand completely. There was one ad I really enjoyed it was for Kinder Cereali(?)
But there was also that stupid Dolce & Gabbana ad that they play at home. Ugh. It just brings the D&G brand to a lower level. I found some really corny soap operas and lots of dubbed television shows I hadn't seen. (British maybe?) All in all a great success for team LACKK.
Yesterday was Mardi Gras (Martedi Grasso) the end of Carnivale. I haven't really mentioned this before, but Carnivale has been going on for the past couple weeks. On the weekend, the streets are filled with little children dressed up as if it were Halloween. Grown men, in addition to the children throw confetti on people walking by. There is just a light-hearted atmosphere all the time. I love it. But anyways, last night, being Mardi Gras, we went out bar hopping. We originally went to our favorite bar, Lockness Club, but it was PACKED, mostly with americani. We then went to this fairly new club called Glamour (where we went for the Super Bowl). This place was again packed, but we were the only Americans there. It was the first time I had gotten dirty looks from Italian women. It was fun, but I had the impression that we weren't wanted.
After Glamour, we stopped a few places on the way home, and we noticed this red door that we noticed around the corner from our house. We saw it during the day and thought it looked like a club, but it was completely dark and it said "associazione privata." There were a couple guys standing outside the club, and I could see a little inside. We decided it was a strip club, but we clarified with the men outside and found out it was a gay club!! We were so excited but they wouldn't let us in, they said it was men only. How sad. I was looking forward to not being hit on for once...
So today was Ash Wednesday or Mercoledi delle Ceneri. It was really odd, for a country full of Catholics, all day I did not see any ashes on anyone's forehead. After class Trisha and I tried to go to mass at the duomo. Apparently they didn't have one. So we walked to Santa Croce, and we were right on time. The mass was all in Italian but we understood the gist of it. :) What we learned is that in Italy, they put the ashes in the hair above your forehead, not a cross ON it.
Domani we are off to Prague! yayy
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