Italy Wins!

Holy shit.

Barbara and I truly had a very unsuccessful day. She had spent all day walking the 5 towns of Cinqueterra the day before, so she really didn't have it in her to go out to see the final. She's German, so this game hardly mattered to her at all. I convinced her that it would be great to watch with the Italians. Even for a while.

The busses are infrequent on Sundays, so we luckily caught a somewhat empty bus to the center of town. The streets were empty. We went to this nice bar next to the school, and it was packed with people wearing blue jerseys (Italy's called La Azzura for the color of their jersey). Turns out they were all american. And YOUNG. So we leave.

We find a crowded park, where there's a big screen projecting the game. We can hardly see anything. We're surpised to see that the snack bar at this park is serving INDIAN food. We look around, and aside from Americans, there were a lot of what I guess were North African or Middle Easterners. Dark skin, speaking Italian, but with accents.

I like to consider myself unracist, but to be in Italy, in a park to watch Italy be the best in the world, and see very few Italians was WEIRD. The first goal was scored very quickly, and everyone started to cheer. We were even more surprised to learn that it was FRANCE that scored the goal when people were cheering.

Needless to say, we got the hell out of there.

We meander to another park, also dirty and crowded. This park had a greater proportion of Italians, but more of the same. And there was no room.

Where are all the fucking Italians in Florence??

Barbara and I decide that Claudia was right... better off watching in front of the TV. And so we did.

11:00 comes, Italy wins, and there is no noise in the street. That is, until they all got in their cars from whatever party they must have been at (what other explanation could there be? The parks were full of immigrants and friendless Italians). They were honking their horns until 4 in the morning.

None of my housemates slept. Except me, completely used to the noise from living in Manhattan. I fell fast asleep.

On an other note, class was better today. 10 minutes into class, the rude-ass 16-year old Swiss girl started talking to her friend right next to me when the teacher asked me a question. I sighed, said to the teacher "Scusa."

Then I turned to the girl and yelled "DO YOU THINK YOU CAN BE QUIET WHEN OTHER PEOPLE ARE TALKING? IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO THINK WHEN YOU WON'T BE QUIET. DO YOU THINK YOU CAN BE QUIET??"

That about did the trick.