How I entered wine tasting
The first thing the Australian-Italian (I know.) wine connoisseur (I know.) told us Ugly Americans was that we are not here to DRINK, we are here to EXPERIENCE the wine. I think it was that moment that I accepted how extremely uppity wine is. I went for the full experience though. And by that I mean I repeated the phrase "It's an oaky little wine" over and over again in my best Barefoot Contessa voice. We tried one white and one red wine. The white wine was actually pretty good, but I felt like I couldn't kill it lest my professor and our new AussItalian friend think I was turnt up too much. The red wine was not to my liking but I think that could just be me still being scarred from church wine.
After wine tasting
Today my life was blessed by three little angels. Three little Italian kitten angels. Lauren and Katie found them on the street, some guy handed them to them or something and people were grossed out because they thought the kittens were dead. They are not! I ran over to the other groups apartment and we got to work on feeding, cleaning, and playing with the kittens. Playing with is more just petting them and squealing over how cute they are. The kittens can't be more than a week old. They still have not opened their eyes and we have to almost force feed them with an eye dropper. We named them Cappuccino, Espresso, and Macchiato.
The lovely Cappuccino and me.
THERE IS A KITTEN IN THE PALM OF MY HAND
KITTEN SELFIES EXCEPT WAIT THE KITTEN IS ASLEEP ON MY HAND
Things other than kittens and wine have been good as well. The bambini refuse to believe that I do not personally know Barack Obama or Beyoncé. Learned some Polish at Murph's. Ate gelato every day for the past five days which is acceptable because... I only have three weeks left in Italy! AGHHH!!
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