I’m beginning to prep for my first weekend in Firenze. This first weekend I visit, it will be me and a bunch of the students I’m studying with. They use me for my Italian language skills and knowledge of the city and I use them as people to go to the clubs with (essentially: safety).

As I mentioned before, Filippo, who until recently seemed excited (but not as excited as I) for us to see each other, has suddenly flipped a switch. He’s ecstatic. I got an email this afternoon that read that he can’t wait to see me and will call me as soon as he’s off work on Friday. Then he’ll drive from Prato to spend the evening with me. I feel like he’s really trying to pursue me now. I’m really excited to see him. Though, I must admit, it’s a little strange. I haven’t seen him 11 months and I can’t really remember what he looks like. I can remember vividly his chiseled jaw line, hazel eyes, and charming nature; but I feel as though I can’t remember it well enough.

It will be strange seeing him again. In this past year I’ve taken formal Italian classes, studied the culture endlessly, become more knowledgeable of Italy, and finished my first year of university. He, too, has changed. He has become a teacher in Prato where he teaches English language and classical guitar. Oh, yes. He plays guitar. Apparently he’s got quite the reputation for being amazing, so I’m going to try to convince him to bring his guitar when he visits me the following weekend when I visit Florence alone.

It stormed today. This morning it was lovely. The temperature was mild and the Mediterranean water felt amazing. I went for my first real swim. The water is so salty here. I thought my eyes were going to explode it hurt so badly! The water does wonders for the skin. I feel like I spent an entire day at the spa exfoliating and taking treated baths. You have to shower almost immediately after swimming though because the water leaves salt residue on the skin. I feel like those salt licks they give horses.

We went into La Spezia today to do some market fashion hunting. I found some amazing dresses and skirts. So classy and sexy. I can really imagine myself wearing them when I go on dates or out to the clubs. It’s a laid back town so getting dressed up can’t be done every evening. Especially when everyone knows everyone. I’d just look crazy, but once in awhile is good. It’s exciting for the locals.

My roommates and I are taking a bottle of wine to “Lord Byron’s Grotto” to watch the sunset. Then we’re going to play giant chess (yes, it’s giant. The pieces come up to about the knee).

A domani, i miei amici. Translation: Until tomorrow, my friends!