i rode my bike with an italian fellow

so the big news first!
i went out yesterday to ride a little bit and as i was leaving my street, Corsa di Sotto, i saw a guy in a yellow kit zip past. i turned around and caught him and accidently scared the hell out of him. It turns out that Vince,s (i can,t find the apostrophe) english was about as good as my italian. so we road for about 10 miles b-c he was finishing his ride. as we were we riding, we were able to communicate enough to say that he would take me for un bell giro a San Benedetto a Giovedi alla Otto e mezzo di mattina.
but sadly and with much difficulty, i told him that i had class on thursday at 8:30 in the morning. however, i gave him my phone number and he said to call him when i could ride.

so now i;ll back track alittle. being foreign is SOOO weird. Alex and I walked around yesterday for about an hour before our first walking tour of Ascoli and not knowing any local customs -ridiculously simple one such as going to order a coffee and knowing the order to pay for things- seemed almost crippling. not to mention, the language barrier.
the language barrier is quite gigantic but if you speak slowly the residents will take thier time to help you along with whatever youre trying to do.

the apartment that Alex and I live in is managed by a the Residenza 100 Hotel and is quite nice. its rather small and we dont quite live on top of eachother, but its small none the less. I,ll post pictures when i figure out how.

the city is ancient. period, thats all. alot of streets are cobbled. there are shops everywhere with all kinds of merchandise. it wold be entirely possible to live your whole life here without leaving. but at first glance, you would never think that it would be possible. tiny little spots, the size of a walk in closet are doggy toy stores, a place the size of your bedroom might be an entire Staples-equivalent. there are clothing shops everywhere; on that note, as i was walking around yesterday, i saw a women numerous times window shopping from her bicycle. she would pedal alittle, then stop to check out a store window, then pedal some more and look at another dress or blouse. i saw her about 4 or 5 times.

this might be a little gross, it smells like a port-o-potty when it rains. i suppose b-c the place is so old but it,s not over powering and it doesn,t rain alot.

the first couple of nights of sleeping has been tough b-c my body thinks that i,m taking a nap at abotu 4pm eastern time and wants to get up at about 10pm eastern. when i really want to sleep from 10pm to 8am Italian time.

some cats were brawling out side our apartment at night and even they fight with more passion and vigor here. maybe it,s just b-c there not de-balled like my cats.

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