Here I go a'wandering

Oh goodness. I walked a lot today.
I started off this morning with a trip to the grocery store to get breakfast food because CLASS starts tomorrow, and I need to start the day with a meal unlike I have been doing. Brittney and I agreed that Nutella, bananas, and bread would be the way to go. I also got some blood orange juice to make it a complete breakfast. I broke in mamma and daddies “surprise” rei tote bag that I got for my birthday to carry my groceries.
Next I spotted an H&M (a clothing store). And since it has become apparent that I was VERY sparse in packing, I bought a few things to round out my Italy wardrobe.
Now, this is where the walking gets TERRIBLE. My next mission was to find an internet café because my mysterious source of free wi-fi disappeared! (thus the reason the posts are a few days late). I found the café, but I misread the sign. I thought it opened at 1, but alas, I later discovered that it opened at 3. So I decide that I can wander around for two hours. Maybe even find some school supplies. I walk around for two hours. In the mean time, I pass the hospital. Maybe its more modern on the inside. I don’t know, just here’s hoping that I don’t need it. Knock on wood.
Anyway, I went back to the café at 3. And I knew it was three because church bells were ringing all across the city, and they were still closed. I even circled the block a few times, but they were still closed. I decided to let it go.
Good news about my little foray: two people asked me for directions today! I don’t know if I am starting to give off the Italian vibe or if they are just that desperately lost. BUT THEY ASKED ME. AND I WAS ABLE TO HELP. Kind of.
When I came back I had a roommate. Her name is Cailin, and she packed everything that I wish I had brought with me. She was unpacking and just pulled out cute outfit after cute outfit. But alas, when I step in gum (for what wil be the fifth time) I can just scrap off my black tevas and keep going. Not so much with some peep toe pumps. She sounds like more of a partier than I. I hope it won’t be an issue, but seeing as it is only a month, I don’t see it being a huge huge problem.
We introduced her to the cute little restaurants on our street and we decided to try one that we had not gone to before (I must explain about the one we have been to). They must have been smitten with us for they brought out a free dish of ravioli for the table, plus two free desserts (after we had paid). I had penne arriabata (or something to that effect). But in their English translation menu it was called “penne of the angry one.” Oh, was it angry. It was so spicy! It was delicious, but so insanely spicy. The first dessert they brought out was lemon biscotti, then after we paid and were getting up to leave, they brought out chocolate cake with whipped cream. I don’t like chocolate but this was yummy.
It was right then two accoridan players started up behind us. It was realy magical. Then they asked for money which wasn’t so magical, but it was cool.
SPEAKING OF PEOPLE ASKING FOR MONEY. I’m assuming she was a gypsy, but today I was walking through the piazza dei duomo. There was this woman, dressed all in white with her face painted white as well. She was carrying around three fake flowers and a basket and when she would approach a person she would make this bizarre kissing sound. I really don’t know what it was about, but I do know that I quickly veered off to the right when I saw her coming my way.