For a real minute, I thought I was going to have the chance to build a barricade, run around in a frenzy, and call the International Student SOS number, which apparently gets you a helicopter and brings you back to America.
I was walking to get my hair cut when I saw that there were a lot of people in Piazza Arringo, gathered around a giant black flag. This is when I started to get excited. I was picturing canons and people singing while holding rifles. But hair comes first, so I carried on to the hair place while trying to translate "Red and Black" and "Do You Hear the People Sing" in Italian. When I was there, all the sudden there were fireworks going off. And chanting. And smoke. But, I learned, IT WAS ALL FOR SOCCER. Ascoli's soccer team is pretty minor league, but I completely underestimated how passionate these soccer fans are. I thought there was going to be riots. I was completely ready to run out of the salon with half of my hair cut to go protect Yoghi from getting tipped over or hurt. Thankfully no Kinder gelato was harmed.
We don't have school on Fridays, so the five of us still here in town went out last night. We went to Italian karaoke, which is pretty fun. I like to try to figure out what the songs all mean. Everyone here in Ascoli is really patient with me trying to speak Italian, which I am grateful for.
Ciao from your favorite giant,
Mary Rose.
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