Il tre di agosto

Well, I'm not entirely sure how to approach blogging, to be honest.
I know it's more interesting if you have a gimmick. But I suppose living in a foreign country for a year is gimmick enough.
I imagine that the best place to begin would be the beginning. I think I can rush through most of this, though, because it's not very interesting. I spent Friday night in Woburn, MA with Modge and Pops. Got shitty by the pool at the Courtyard Marriott in a typical Evans family fashion. On Saturday morning dad insisted that we go to some bizarre diner that he saw on that Travel Channel show. Forgettable. But I did make my last American meal a bacon cheeseburger and French fries, which I thought was appropriate.
Nothing really significant about the travels at all, except that on the flight from Frankfurt to Florence I sat next to a HUGE Italian woman who had to request one of those seatbelt expanders because hers didn't fit. Needless to say I had Lufthansa reserve one for me for my return flight next July :)
Arriving in Florence and getting to my host mother's apartment was no problem at all. She's the sweetest woman I've ever met. Granted she talks a mile a minute, and it doesn't seem to faze her at all that I have no fuckin' clue what she's talking about. But I smile and nod and toss in the occasional "Si, si" or "va bene". (Literally those are the only things I still feel comfortable saying)
There was another exchange student staying in the house from Brazil on my first night, so she took me into the city and we took a lightning tour of all of the amazing sights. This city is the most incredible place I've ever seen. Everything is so beautiful. I feel like I'm at Disneyland, but a Disneyland where you can drink when you're 16. So, basically the actual happiest place on Earth. There are insane tourists everywhere, but at this point I just think they're hilarious. I'm making a point to ruin as many Asian couple's pictures in front of Duomo as I can...
Also saw a little German girl today wearing a pink t-shirt with a bicycle and a flower on it that read: "I AM MOTORCYCLE SPORT". Excuse me, who let that go to print? Hilarious.
Anyways, there have obviously already been drunken wanderings and talking to outrageous people. Spent way too long talking to a guy named Giuseppi last night. Yep, a real person named Giuseppi.
Today was the first real day of school and I am actually exhausted from trying to understand people talking at me all day. Not even responding. I've sort of given up on responding for now. But everything is absolutely wonderful. I feel like I'm living in a dream. Of course I miss and love everybody at home, and can't wait to receive regular updates!
Sorry this wasn't very good. With luck, I'll find my blogging-persona soon, and I'll sound more like myself and less cheesy.
(The top left picture is the building where my language school is. Casual, right? The picture next to it is the inside of Duomo, which is the super famous church in the center of the city. The bottom picture is of my good friend Spencer as he sips chilled red wine in the shadow of Duomo. As we discuss the fact that our lives aren't real)