A Night at the Opera

So I finally went to the opera. Here's a little snippet of the thing:




Oh! fooled you didn't I? Okay But really I finally went, and it was amazing! I'm so glad I listened to my grandpa's advice. I saw the opera called Attila. I was going to see Romeo and Juliet, but when i went i found out i had to go WAY ahead of time to get the rush tickets. So I just decided to come back the next day around 5. I thought 3 hours before should be pretty early. When I arrived there was some people already there so i got inline with them. A half hour later this man starts calling names and i'm just thinking, great...i was supposed to be on the list! so i decide to wait there anyway, and finally asked a woman how it all worked. She explained to me that in order to be on the list, one must go before 1pm! so i told her "oh! well i guess i'll come back tomorrow then?" and she said "OH! you didnt get on the list?" i shook my head and then she said that there was sure to still be some seats. so she asked the name calling man if I could get a ticket, he nodded his head and told me to wait. So, i waited as everyone's number was being called to get the tickets and finally I got to get mine! and i was so excited! I WAS SO EXCITED! I had no idea what i was in for either. I finally go in the theatre and it was one of the most magnificent things I've ever seen:































Totallly amazing!

anyway, my seat was pretty crappy i couldn't see a darn thing! so i look around and i see a seat that was better and i ask the men if i could sit there, they said sure! so i sit there for the first act until these people tap me on the shoulder and tell me that it was there seat. wah wah wah...well it was nice while it lasted. I ended up standing the rest of the time but it was still totally worth it and amazing to watch a bunch of italians sing opera and fight over rome! wow. and when the play was over it was so cool to turn around and look all the people clapping in the balconies. it felt like the titantic or something, except no ships sank. Thank God for that!

some final thoughts

After a couple of somewhat painful weeks of finishing exams, I have completed my year at NABA. I must insert the interesting finale into this blog because I believe it is note worthy:

It was June 16, my mother's 50th birthday, and I had finally finished my magazine that i had been putting off for some time in the morning at 8:30am, mind you the final starts at 9. I hadn't slept for two days. With some frantic nervousness and impatience building up inside of me, I get my stuff together to go print. When I finally get to the printer, there was some wait with people, so I was getting a little more nervous. When it was my turn to print and after some time of watching the printer look at the job he calls me over and says my pages are messed up. Not totally registering what was going on i looked at the pages, and it was true my page numbers screwed up some how! I looked at him and told him I will return.

i never go back.

I got to school nearly sweating and in quite a panic with my sleep deprivation. I was ready to cry but my classmates helped compose me. I could not even gather myself but some how got my problem out to them. Gracefully, they tell me "here we will fix it!" I give them my file and they fix it on their computer and I was like thank you! and i go to bring it back on my computer to make the booklet but i cant open the file because they used a different version of the program and i couldn't make the booklet on their computer because they dont have the software! Does this nightmare not end?! I tried everything until she told me i had to do it all manually, I reluctantly agreed. After sometime, when i was ready to go take it to the printer the printer is closed because it was lunch time... I was beginning to think, i was not meant to print this magazine and my life is over, i'm going to fail this class, and i will just have to tell the teacher my printing disaster. Igo back to school and tell my prof about my printing troubles and he was like that is fine lets see on the computer. I wanted to fall on my knees and praise God, all that nightmare turned into a miraculous wonder. I got a perfect score. In the end, stuff like this is not worth so much the heartache or the headache, because IT WILL work out, no matter how deep the crap is.

shortly after, I come home and sleep for as long as i can until lorenza came up. Groggy and confused, i see the window open. Lorenza, collects her things for a while and she is out the door again. I start on my very last part of another exam, which all i had to do was stick paper on cardboard to present. and i notice scrofini on the ledge of the window behind the shutter. I panic but dont make sudden movements because she could fall. Unfortunately that did not matter because she lost her footing and fell anyway. NOT AGAIN! I watch her body wiggle and fall to the ground she looks up at me and I scream "No! scrofini, No!" Without much thought i grab my keys and run out the door for my life, for her life, and i get to the grass area and see a dog and a man and freak out hoping the dog did not scare her away. I ask the man if he'd seen a cat and he said no but i looked farther into the grass and there she was just sniffing around being ever so curious. I grab her quickly and she fought me the whole way home! ugh! second time i save that cats like.

But oh my, I feel out of almost everything, scrofini will be the hardest to leave. She's been my best friend at times. I watched her grow up.



Last night I am pretty sure I entered into the second to last final stage in culture shock: Return Anxiety. I have less than 10 days left. I feel rushed. I have some excitement towards returning, but my heart is still here in italy. anxiety.

I plan on seeing an opera this week. I cannot leave without it. For my grandpa. I must see it. I have these next days to wander and wonder and eat the best food that ever happened to me. :)

and i leave you with this: