Italian Men Wear Speedos to Yoga

The most important bit of information is in the title. I went to a yoga class. I went to a bikram yoga class. It seemed like a good idea, seeing as I hadn't gotten any exercise since arriving.

Hah. 

First of all, I tried to select a mat location at the very back of the class, but it turned out to be the very front. (Awkward thing #1.) This ruined my plan of figuring out what was going on by watching others, as all others were behind me.  

I thought that it would be taught in the international yoga language, but it was definitely taught in Italian, of which I still have a limited knowledge. (Awkward thing #2.) Is bikram that much different than regular yoga or is it because I'm in Italy? Either way, weird. For example, no downward dog? Also, they did shavasana more than a dozen times. Every time, I thought the class was over and got all settled in (awkward things #41-58). 

The class smelled like sweat, as expected, but it additionally spelled faintly like food. How is that possible? I'm not kidding; I think Italians sweat olive oil. 

My issue now is the fact that I paid 20 euro for 20 days because I figured it would be 4 euro/class if I went five times. Too bad I'd rather staple the class schedule to my forehead than go that frequently. 

In happier news, I have essentially mastered the bus system. My laziness beat my directional incompetence and now I can bus around the city like a pro. It's a pretty poorly operating system regardless of my abilities. Several times I've waited at a stop forever, only to watch it pass the second I leave, like Spongebob at Glove World. Please know that reference. 

Still, after making mistakes that include waiting for a night bus in the middle of the day and taking the correct line in the opposite direction, I feel that I more or less know what I'm doing. Check.

I've even given Italians directions on numerous occasions! If the directions were wrong, that only made me more Italian. 

This new skill has developed just in time because my internship starts tomorrow. I was offered an internship at the Galleria Nazionale d'Arte Moderna, a reeeally beautiful place to go to work, but I decided to intern for the Rome Independent Film Festival. There, I'll have a diverse set of tasks that should be interesting/enjoyable. It only helped my decision that the guy I interviewed with was named Fabrizio. I have to get at least 300 Italian points for knowing a Fabrizio. 

I'm going to kill everyone

I GIVE UP ON FORMATTING THE PICTURES IN THE LAST POST. I'm not trying to do anything fancy. I just want them to look normal. Come on blogspot, help an old lady out.

Sì, Assisi

Last Saturday, I went to Assisi with four other kids. Here is what I can recall (I even procrastinate on blog writing):

It is a gorgeous medieval town that smells like wood-burning stoves and forests post-rain. In my experience thus far, every city in Italy has a completely unique personality. While I am looking forward to traveling outside of Italy in the next few weeks, there's plenty to admire within the country.

Lovely, quaint little Assisi only has a day's worth of sites, but what a nice day! My eating highlights were gnocchi stuffed with quail and this cannolo:

      

            I am still confused, as there were many directions one could travel from the "all of the directions" sign 

Churches abound

It was beautiful at night. You're going to have to take my word. 
Still waiting for the camera battery that was shipped two weeks ago to arrive.

Pictures: Attempt 2

Naples:

Pretty views from the train. 

Awh doggie

Ew cats

Carnevale dessert

I finished my entire pizza before assisting others.

Pitzer study abroad?

Friday:

This isn't relevant, but I had to screen cap it.  I wasn't aware that full jet pack flights were available in real life. 

Baby Unicorn and Ruins and Pizza

I changed the blog title. "The Innocent Abroad" seemed a lil lofty.

For the past few days, the weather has been beautiful at last. I can no longer hide inside using the snow as an excuse. However, I'm simultaneously watching Ever After and eating bread as I write this, so I've clearly found other excuses.

I did things today though. One of my roommates, Kelly, and I went to Galleria Borghese in Villa Borghese. I don't have pictures, but just imagine a more ornate version of Mr. Darcy's house during the part when the old housekeepy lady asks Keira Knightley if she does not think him a handsome man (she dare says he is).

The gallery is gorgeous; no surprise. I almost appreciated the Bernini pieces more when I saw them at the Getty though, because this gallery is so overwhelming and overflowing with immaculate art that I couldn't even begin take it all in. I suppose that's a nice problem to have.

This may show that I have bad taste, but my favorite piece that I saw was called Dama con Liocorno by Raffaello. It's the portrait of an unamused seeming girl who looks like Luna Lovegood and is holding a baby unicorn. I want to steal it. (It being both the painting and the baby unicorn.) Most of the paintings had to do with the taking of women or the suffering of Jesus. I'm too squeamish for pics of Jesus, so I spent most of my time examining the sculptures.

We then met two of my other roommates, Gabrielle and Amanda, at the Colosseum. This is shameful, but I hadn't been there yet. It is indeed colossal. All I could think of when I was there for some reason, was the movie Jumper, which I didn't even like. I'll be presenting on the Colosseum for my Ancient History class, so hopefully I'll have more to think about next time I go. I wasn't able to fully understand the gallery or the Colosseum without the complete histories.

We wandered around by the Forum and Vittoriano before heading home. Tomorrow I'm going on a day trip with some people to Assisi.

Okay I will now finally do some housekeeping and give a quick overview of Napoli before I forget.

Basically, I ate lots of food. Amanda and I stayed with Gabrielle's extended family. They were all extremely nice and, because most of them don't speak any English, it was a great way to practice Italian.

We stayed with Gabrielle's dad's cousin's ex-wife (I know). She was the sweetest old lady named Lena. I originally hadn't planned on staying the night, so she had pajamas and a toothbrush set for me. She made it her job to feed us constantly. I blame her for the fact that I now need to eat an extra 7 pastries with nutella at each meal in order to feel full.

On Saturday, we mostly admired the natural sights- Vesuvius, the ocean, views of Capri, etc. On Sunday, Lena look us into town to see the streets and go into approx. 10 million churches. Italy has to have the highest number of churches per capita. Not to suck but, after a certain amount of time, they all look the same. It was still awesome to see them though, and I am really thankful to Gabrielle's family for take care of us.

Naples has an entirely different vibe than Rome. I'm glad to be living in Rome over Naples primarily because things are closer together and it's cleaner/ more modern, but I enjoyed seeing the quintessential Italian town with laundry hanging over tiny winding roads. Those exist in Rome too, but they're mixed in with Zaras.

By the way, speaking of tiny winding roads, riding in cars in Italy is the real life version of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. Every time. I don't understand how more pedestrians aren't dead. The corners are super sharp and these tinytiny cars just zip around with no possible way (that I'm aware of??) of knowing what's around the corner.

It was raining more than half of the time we were in Naples, but it was a great trip. I am so happy to have visited the birth place of pizza. I may be behind of my Borghese history, but I am all caught up on pizza.

I tried to add over a dozen pictures of beautiful landscapes, yet for some reason this is the only image that loaded... I will deal with this later. 

You're welcome to use this as a case study on obesity

I thought I ordered pizza yesterday, but it turns out a ordered A pizza. I proceeded to walk around eating it out of the box until it was gone.

Similarly, today, I stopped for pizza twice within a 10 minute span. Ever since I was little, after I've eaten a huge meal at a restaurant, all I can think of when I pass subsequent restaurants is that the people there don't know how much I've just eaten.

Therefore, when I passed a pizza place immediately after finishing my first pizza, I had to do it. I knew that if I threw away the packaging, the people inside would have no knowledge of my gluttony... though everyone else does. Sorry, should I not make this sort of information public?

I'll have you know that I'd just walked what I'm pretty sure was the length of >3 marathons.

I gave in and got antibiotics today and, while I managed find with the bus on the way there, I had no idea how to return.

Someone told me that men and women are biologically different in how they comprehend direction/directions. Men lay out a map in their heads, while women base everything on landmarks. I have no primary source for this information, but I believe it. If I miss my landmarks, I'm screwed. This is a really bad way to orient oneself in Rome, where everything looks the same.

It has caused me a whole lot of unwanted walking. I only ever know where I am supposed to be in relation to the Vatican and Castel Sant'Angelo. After the doctor's appointment, once I started seeing signs pointing toward those, I figured I'd just walk to school. BAD PLAN. It turns out that Rome signage is done Wall Drug style. Honestly, it would be like putting a sign for Disneyland in Santa Monica, with an arrow but no distance listed. Awful.

Once, Claire and I meant to go for a walk around Lake Calhoun and ended up looping onto Lake of the Isles and Cedar Lake. Today was worse than that. It was quite lovely as usual, however "but it's so pretty!" can only work for so many miles on achey feet, before I don't actually care. It's like people who are "just so nice!". If you know what I mean, you know what I mean.

However, is was all worth it because a) I have medicine and b) the doctor was adorable. He looked like someone who would be camping in an Eddie Bauer catalog mixed with the old man version of Digory Kirke. He lives in Holland and flies to Rome for two days a week between his research and other travels. I want this man to be my grandfather, husband, and son (not at the same time).

It was a little weird how old school the practice was. To confirm my sinus infection, he had me sit on a regular chair and blow my nose in a napkin. Yes, he inspected the napkin after said procedure. :/

It's odd how Rome is a blend of being extremely modern at the same time as feeling like a small, old town. I don't even mean architecture-wise. For example, a few days ago, I didn't have enough money to pay for a sandwich at a cafe that didn't accept credit cards, so the lady gave me the sandwich and said to pay later. (I did; don't worry.) I wouldn't even expect that in Minnesota, so it was surprising and really cool that that happened in such a big city.

Okay this is all random and not important. Tomorrow I will recap my weekend in Naples.

TranQuil Time with My Bestie

The person I've spent the most time with the past few days is definitely Rick Steves. While I remain completely in love with Anthony Bourdain (#silverfox), Rick appeals to the Barefoot Contessa side of me who enjoys the finer things and speaking in a quiet voice.

Rick has the doughy, simple appearance of someone who is either a very trustworthy Lutheran or a pedophile. I've gotten to know Rick well enough through PBS to say that it's the former.

Since getting sick, I have especially cherished the hours Rick and I spend together waiting for my NyQuil to kick in. (Side note: thank you, makers of NyQuil.) I use the two hours between when my eyes adjust/ the glasses help and when my eyes get tired/ the glasses hurt, to read Rick Steves' Guide to Rome. Mind you, this particular edition was recommended to me by a very nice individual who used to live in Rome. I'd address her by name, but she's one of those people who I tell strangers that I'm friends with (i.e. "oh, my friend's sister goes to school there!), but who doesn't actually know me...

Anyway.

I've gotten so lame that I underline pieces of Rick's advice that I find particularly useful or cool. (It's clearly time for classes to start.)

For example, from Ricky: Two thousand years ago, the word "Rome" meant civilization itself. Everything was either civilized (part of the Roman Empire, Latin- or Greek-speaking) or barbarian. Today, Rome is Italy's political capital, the capital of Catholicism, and the center of the ancient world.

I can't decide if I want to go to a papal audience while I'm here. I'm not Catholic, but I can appreciate how special it would be to see the Pope. I told this kid in my Italian class who's been going to Mass every Sunday that I want to go with him one week. Potentially bad idea?

Fact: Romans consume enough wine to average one bottle per person per day. How interesting!

Vatican City is the world's smallest country.

Another: The salute with the right arm raised, flat palm down (later used by Nazis), was also Roman. More hygienic and quicker than a handshake, it fit the dynamic character of fascism.

Rickrick and I have very compatible views about the value of travel. We think that travel teaches new ways to measure quality of life. Even before I had the opportunities to do much, I have been a big believer in travel and the education it provides. Everyone prioritizes things differently, and I personally put travel extremely high on the list of what is important.

Wait, who am I. I'm totally going to become that person who conflates a life epiphany with a chocolate croissant. Sorry.

I No Cents Abroad/ I No Sense (of smell) Abroad

As predicted, I am spending way too much money. I haven't even been making frivolous purchases. Though I'd love to get new Euro clothes and accessories, I've been depleting my funds on food alone. We always knew how much the dining hall was losing on me; we were right.

I wasn't hungry at all yesterday because of my sinus infection. (Did I mention that my roommate gave me a cold which mutated into a sinus infection, because that's what happens to me?) Anyway, my appetite came back with a vengeance. Class was cancelled because of the weather, so I went for a walk to get out. I ended up stopping for coffee, then stopping for a sandwich, then stopping at a grocery store, then stopping at another grocery store, then realizing I was soaked with rain and ready to go back, then realizing I didn't know how to get back.

All that matters is that I did make it back. As I walked, I lightened my bags using my mouth. No that doesn't make sense. I mean that I ate things out of my bags as I walked, thus lightening the load. I ate two giant (fresh and delicious!) loaves of bread and am currently in a gluten coma. Not only have I accepted the daily gluten comas, I have come to embrace them.

I have completely ignored my gluten sensitivity and slight lactose in tolerance here and that's going really well (not kidding). One of my roommates has celiacs. As much as that sucks, it turns out that Italians are very celiacs-aware. They're all tested when they're little and anyone who tests positive receives a monthly stipend from the government for food plus extra vacation time to hunt for food. ???? 

I guess the government understands how sad it would be to not eat pasta and pizza whenever one wants in Italy. 

This is 100% unnecessary to report, but I have been dreaming about cake every single night. A few nights ago, I dreamt that I was in a cake eating contest. I'd eaten 7 pans and wasn't full at all when I woke up. Does cake signify something? Maybe it represents the grandeur and decadence to behold in Italy and I haven't had my fill of it yet? Or I am hungry for cake? The second one is definitely true.

Which reminds me that I've watched a decent amount of Cake Boss in Italian since arriving, along with Say Yes to the Dress. Italian TV is weird. For example, a cartoon version of Bananas in Pajamas (I know; exciting) and there's this show about embarrassing medical conditions where they show everything. Like, everything. Typical Europe. That doesn't gross them out at all, but when I described Man v. Food (and my dream to be Man v. Food: Dessert Edition), Carolina was completely disgusted. I've gotten the same response when discussing Epic Meal Time and Paula Deen. Maybe I don't belong here after all. 

Except that I do because on my multi-stop excursion today, I was conversing really well in Italian and didn't use English once. Granted, I wandered around the grocery for three times longer than I needed to because I didn't know how to say more of the things I was looking for, but still. 

Other things: I went to second dinner at the apartment a few floors down, where the ISC Claudio was cooking and a bunch of nice kids were eating. I am looking forward to ~two weeks from now when my friendships are more solidified and I can stop asking everyone where they're from. Btw- pretty much no one is from Minnesota or LA.

Since I started writing this, the snow started again. My roommates and I were going to go to Naples tomorrow. Fingers crossed that the trains will still be running!

It's Still Cold

Every time I go to sleep, I think of alpinists who give in to sleep, thus letting death claim their frozen bodies. I bought an extra blanket, which is essentially just an oversized square of felt, but still need to wear all of my sweaters to bed. A cross-sectional diagram of my clothing layers last night would look something like:
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 -((((((l))))))-
         /    \
  (((.))) (((.)))

I had on literally six layers and three pairs of socks because the heat is broken and Romans are in no rush to get anything done. Whatever; I enjoy bundling. It is warming up, though! There's a (sun)light at the end of the tunnel. The snow is melting on the streets and the rooftops are peeing on the pedestrians.

My academic advising was yesterday morning. I signed up for a literature class, a film class, and history courses called "Ancient Rome: History and Myth" and "Rome as a Living Museum." The latter looks like a wonderful way to go on a thousand field trips. Afterwards, I went to another electronics store (still no camera battery), then wandered for a few hours. My walk was half scenic/a reminder of what an amazing city I'm in, half grueling/a reminder of how out of shape I am.

By accidentally traveling in the opposite direction than I was supposed to, I saw a lot of the city. Getting lost is a great way to explore. I got overwhelmed at one point though and had to go into a Sephora to be comforted by familiar surroundings (and to sample everything, obviously).

The good news is I knew which way was home because I could see St. Peter's Basilica. The bad news is it was in the way way distance. 

I wasn't sure exactly what sites I was looking at, but they were pretty. Structures and fountains that could only be found at museums in the U.S. go unnoticed in the back alleyways of Rome. I keep feeling like I'm on a movie set, but it goes for miles.

Today I explored a bit more with two of my roommates.

Lizzie moments abound

Every building looks like an important monument

Best thing about the cold is that babies and puppies are wearing adorable jackets

Non è necessario penare di un título se scrivo in italiano

If you don't want TMI, look away. I took a vitamin this morning and threw it up. Only the vitamin. And then I was fine. My body literally rejects health.

Just wanted to share. Anyway, last night, Rome got the most snow since 1986. The guided tour of Rome today, as well as aperitivo tonight, the tour of the Porta Portese Market tomorrow morning, and the visit to the Leonardo and Michelangelo art exhibit tomorrow afternoon have all been postponed. That sucks, but it's cool to see the city covered in snow. Kids are building snow men and having snow ball fights on the frozen streets.

My 5th apartment mate arrived yesterday. In total, I live with four other American students and the one Italian student companion. Carolina, Amanda, and Gabrielle cooked eggplant parmesan for dinner. I watched and clapped and didn't knock anything over. Good thing they like healthy things, because who knows (we all know) what I would consume if left to my own devices in this city. My mouth and tummy know there are always desserts near, so it will be a daily war to get them to accept anything else, especially vitamins. (Do I have multiple personality disorder?)

Speaking of being unhealthy, a majority of Italians smoke. I don't really mind it because it's a cultural thing and it's easier for me to excuse Europeans for anything/everything. I am very proud of the fact that I've never taken a single drag of a cigarette, but I've probably second-hand consumed a pack since I've been here. My hair smells like coffee and smoke when I get in from walking around the city. As I am not European, this just makes me gross- smelling like cigarettes with mozzarella on my sweater and gelato dribbling down my chin. The tiny cars seem trendy with Italians in them, but I'd look like Mr. Incredible if I drove one. I hope I eventually feel like I fit in here! I need to find something in between touristily enthused/confused (now) and jaded (how I've gotten about CA).

More Snow- Proof that Rome is not more snow-proof.

Right after walking out of the student center, one hits this lovely bridge to Castel Sant'Angelo.

Forgive the poor camera work.

IT'S SNOWING

It barely snowed while I was in Minnesota in the depths of winter, yet it is really coming down here. Apparently this is extremely unusual. I prefer the snow to the rain because at least this is special, and it's pretty. However, even more preferable would be the weather Rome was experiencing right before I got here/ what is typical, which is mid-60s.


I met some guys from the University of Minnesota (funny, right?) on the bus today and they   confirmed that the weather was perfect before we arrived. 


In a way, I like that it's cold. It's unique and now I will have a more diverse range of experiences. I'll be able to compare springtime Rome with Rome at its absolute coldest. And it's good that I'm starting my time in Italy this way, rather than starting at the warmest, getting less and less comfortable temperatures with time. This being said, I hope the snow disappears before the novelty.


I interviewed with my Italian professor today to make sure I've been assigned to the right class. My test placed me in the class for students who've taken four semesters, so I'm a little nervous having only taken three. I don't want to stress about academics while I'm here, but I do want to be challenged in my language class so I can come away in May speaking as proficiently as possible. We'll see how that goes though... I don't remember much and half of what I do remember is actually Spanish.

 

     womp womp

 I live supah close to St. Peter's Basilica. The snow fits with the Christmas tree and Nativity scene that are still up.

911 emergentree?

pretty... pretty miserable! ackackack. just kidding, regular pretty... and the first thing.

At Last- A Lot o Gelato

This is from my phone, so the quality could be better, but here is what I just ate in between going to a restaurant and a bar. Triple scoop + whipped cream

Alternate Blog Title: The Geriatric Adventures of an Always Sleepy and Usually Sleeping Traveler

First, shout out to Ingrid- my only follower or friend or whatever this website calls it. (Too bad infants are more tech-savvy than I am.) It's kind of fun this way, Ingy, because now I can check how many times you're viewing my posts by seeing how many total views I have. It's like I'm watching you watch me. Thanks for being my sole follower. Thanks for following my soouulll.

I'm kind of exhausted again, so this is going to be brief.

Yesterday afternoon, I didn't nap; I went for a walk to look for a camera shop and ended up hitting the Vatican. I like that that sort of thing casually happens now. lolol was walkin straight but the Vatican got in my wayz.

I'm kind of jealous of where some of the other students are living, i.e. close to the Colosseum, but living in Prati is fantastic. We are in a really nice area near Via Cola di Rienzo, a shopping district (heyyy). It would be cool to be close to the Colosseum like once when I want to go this week, but I'll be the one laughing at Easter, when it will be awesome to be near the Vatican. And Easter is after this week, ergo, my laugh will be the best one. Plus my apartment is only a 15 minute walk from my classes at the student center in Piazza Navona.

Last night, all of the students in this apartment building hung out in some of the guys' room that is significantly and unacceptably better decorated than ours. Then, everyone except for me and Kelly (roommate) went out. I went to sleep because traveling to The Eternal City has not reversed my elderly state. Additionally, I am jet lagged, so that's a legitimate excuse. It was only the first night; I have time to stay out late.

I'm jet lagged for potentially the first time in my life. (If it's any indication of how out of it I am, I typed "leg jagged" first.) No one report this to my father because he and I have a running disagreement about what he refers to as "body time." That sounds like what a gross person would call cuddling. Anyway, he thinks that everyone is on their own body time, that may run disconnected from actual time. So basically just jet lag. However, I have always asserted that your body catches up as you travel, rendering The Body Clock Theory bogus.

But yeah dad, if you ever read this, you were right. Me be tietie. I'm drinking coffee instead of sleeping though, so Body Clock will win the day, but not the week.

We woke up early this morning to go to the student center for endless orientation about policies, procedures, etc. The good thing about it was that everyone on the program was there, so I met a bunch of cool people. It felt like Oxford again, or the first week of college- everyone being from a different place and acting nice because they're outside of their comfort zones. Also, everyone seemed genuinely nice. I'm looking forward to getting to know people better. Classes will help with that, but they don't start until next Monday. My friends at home will be taking midterms by the time I start class.

We're now back at home (should I call this funny little mismatched apartment home now?) doing not much of anything. I was going to do something productive but nah.

I don't feel guilty about being lazy at this point because a) the aforementioned jet lag must be defeated before I do anything that requires energy, otherwise I'll get sick, and b) the weather is rather crummy. It's been raining and cold. I got used to Minnesota cold when I was home. While the temperature isn't particularly bothering me, it'll be nice to get some sunshine. Better for exploring, my number one favorite hobby (besides snacking and giving my dog compliments).

We're leaving now to go to Trastevere for dinner. I'll try to do some cooking while I'm here, but I'll probably still go broke in 15 minutes from eating out. I went to the grocery store so that I wouldn't be buying a panino every hour. I ate literally an entire giant bag of almonds while writing this though, so we'll see how long having snacks on hand lasts.

For now, dinner time!

Your increasingly obese pal,

Lauren

... signing off is unnecessary, isn't it? You (you being Ingrid, obviously) know it's me. I'll only do that every once in a while now to remind you.

This is What Creams Are Made of

Hey Now, Hey Now

I just ate a pizza with french fries baked onto it. Is that a thing in the U.S. that I've somehow never seen? Whether it is or not, it's brilliant. There is a pizzeria literally right next door to my apartment building.

The apartment is really big. I could complain about a few minor things like the bed being hard, but I set enough first-world problem records without whining about my Italian accommodations.

I wish I could show pictures right now, but I left my camera battery (which I bought less than 48 hours ago) charging in the wall at my sister's. Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time I've forgotten a power cord because it was in the wall, I would have like 30 cents. I'll now have to pay some exorbitant Euro rate that will surpass the Atlanta airport rate I had to pay for the memory card. Damnit, camera, stop needing more parts! Damnit, Lauren, stop blaming cameras for things that you forgot...

The only plan for today (it's already 3:30 in da afternoon) is to get settled in. All I've done so far is start unpacking, shower, grocery shop, etc. I talked to the ISC, Italian Student Companion who lives with me, for awhile. She is fantastic. I haven't met any students yet who have actually taken any Italian, but it'll be great to have her to practice speaking with. I'm living with her and three other girls. Only one other has moved in. She's nice! Hasn't revealed anything overly creepy or abnormal about herself. (Can I do a thumbs up emoji on this website?)

She wants me to go running with her, so I might be in for a semester of judgement. Oh no- what if the rest of my roommates are normal and good at life too, leaving me as the only 90-yr-old who wears thermal underwear to cold parties? (See: last semester). I'm sure it will be fine. It's a large program; I'll find people to museum hop and stare at foreign babies with me.

In my building, there are two other apartments rented by my program. There's a kid from CMC living three floors below me. Oh, guess what, I kept worrying about carrying my luggage up the stairs, but there's an elevator!

I also met a girl on the ride from the airport who goes to Macalester and who has a relative that lives in Chaska. Small world or what.

I'm going to take a nap now even though I've had two coffee drinks since I got here. I had weaned myself off after the Great Coffee Rush of finals 2011, because I hate being so dependent and because I really do enjoy tea more, but I'm not going to not drink coffee when I'm in Italy. And I'm not going to not eat gelato every day. And I am going to get french fry pizza on the daily. Seize the day. Seize until you seizure. Just kidding that doesn't make sense. It always goes badly when I try to make up expressions.

Seize you later. Ew, sorry, I'll stop.

Lauren