I am so behind in my blogging (like I have no idea when I am finishing my post about Florence...maybe I just won't). But I am going to briefly recap last week, before Munich that is. This week can really be summed up by one incident: wrong field trip.
Backstory: there is a lot of overlap between my art history classes. Like I have gone on the exact same field study for two different classes for 4 weeks in a row now. I also have two classes in a row, in the same room, with the same teacher....and that ended up being my downfall.
The fun/special thing about IES classes is that generally one of the two meetings a week is actually a 2 hour field trip within Rome. The problem with this is that they are sometimes very confusing to find on your own, since you meet there. I am generally on the ball though, and research exactly how to get places. I did this for my Tuesday Baroque course. I vividly remember my teacher telling my to meet in front of a particular church and that it was far away and so she expected us to be a bit late. Everything actually goes very smoothly, me and two friends (who apparently trust me unconditionally....) get on the right bus and make it almost all the way to the church. We accidentally get off a half mile uphill too early, but we are still right on time. However when we get there, there is no one else there. For the first few moments I assumed everyone was just late...then I realized that I had mixed up classes and no one had told me I was wrong!
We tried to get back in time, but the bus ride to where we were supposed to be took 40 minutes. I called my teacher to tell her not to wait on us, and thus began my first (albeit, unintentional) skip. I felt terrible, and apologized a million times. But I think I learned a few valuable lessons: double check each trip and make other people help me figure things out! I bought a small chocolate cake to apologize to the girls and actually tried to do a make-up trip today...only churches close for an extended lunch time (like noon-4pm) so I am going to try again tomorrow....On a more ironic note, I had to go to that same church the next two days on field trips. On the day where the teacher had told us she expected us to be late, I was actually the second person there (since I had quite a bit of experience in finding this church by now....), whereas half of the class truly was 30 minutes late because of a bus delay...go figure.
I know this is not my best story, but I promised my roommate that I would tell the story of taking everything to the wrong church. We laugh about it now, but it was actually surprisingly unfunny at the time. And this is how Italy is teaching me to get over the small things!
Ok, Munich later...
Ciao Belles
