I will wait for you forever in the Uffizi!

Ok, so as I promised, the rest of my stories.  The water first: the past week has been an adventure every day to see if the water will come on. At first the pump didn't work. So if the water refused to come on, we would have to go out of the apartment into the pump room and reset the pump.  Finally, a few days later the plumber actually came and of course the only solution to the bad pump was to take it away and fix it.  So for about 4 days our water pressure was about 50% of what it is originally. My favorite experience was one day, mid-shampoo, the water starts waning and just turns itself off.  I stand there for a moment praying I will not have to go out in a towel through the apartment with soap everywhere to reset the pump. I turn off the water, turn it on again, and a few drops come out.  Still reluctant to leave the warm bathroom, I tried once more and more water came out, but was ice cold.  The last attempt I was greeted with a loud rush of hot water.  Victory! It wouldn't be Italy without the water going out. 

Angel, one of the girls living in my house had her 21st birthday last Wednesday...it was a celebration starting Tuesday night at dinner with Momma Lo.  We had a glass of wine with dinner, a scrumptious apple crumble for dessert and then a little lemoncello after dinner. We went to this club called Bebop which evidently has a Beatles cover band that plays on Tuesdays.  The minute we walk into the club, we are dripping sweat.  There are so many American and British students all mashed together dancing and singing along to "It Won't Be Long". There was practically no air to breathe. Angel of course got free drinks for her birthday and we celebrated an hour or so into the morning of her birthday. We decided to leave because these other American girls were making complete fools of themselves. Being black-out drunk they invaded the stage with their drinks and revealing ensembles and generally disrupting the band.  We did not want to be associated with them and had to get out as soon as possible.  We were so mad that these were the kind of girls representing American females. Thanks girls, thanks.  

On a happier note, the next night all 10 of us went out to Dante's restaurant which happens to be directly across the street from our flat.  It is this great restaurant that takes care of students and doesn't charge them a cover-charge, bread, or the first round of drinks.  We of course then made friends with the owner and he just kept giving us free carafes of wine and brought us plates of a special homemade mushroom and ricotta ravioli in a cream sauce.  It was like hot fluffy pillows of heaven in my mouth.  Needless to say we are going back for my birthday next week :)   

I can hear music coming from the kitchen...that's a good sign that dinner is on the way! A domani!