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[IT] 18/1/17, 19:38

Questo potrebbe diventare confusione, così spiegherò; devo praticare il futuro anteriore, ma e difficile scrivere nel futuro in un diario, così scriverò in il futuro anteriore, per praticare. Metterò una traduzione dopo il “Continua a leggere”. 

PRATICA:

avrò, avrai, avrà, avremo, avrete, avranno + passato prossimo

O

sarò, sarai, sarà, saremo, sarete, saranno + passato prossimo

Oggi avrò avuto italiano, e avrò pensato che avrò fatto bene. Dopo, avremo avuto storia dell’arte, e poi saremo andati fuori e avremo preso un viaggio circa la città. Avrà fatto freddo!!! 

Sarò andata al negozio di alimentari con Jackie, poi avrò studiato per un po. Dopo tutti le persone sono ritornati, avremo prenotato alcuni voli. 

Sarò stata stanca....saró dormita. 

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(I’m going to write this in English, just for simplicity’s sake)

Some notes I’ve noticed about Florence so far:

There are SO many dogs. Like, I wasn’t expecting this at all. First of all, I didn’t really expect to see animals in the first place, since it’s a city. Not to mention that if there were animals, I would think they would be cats, just because I associate cats with urban areas. But there are dogs. And not just little Chihuahuas and Dachshunds, but big dogs like Huskies and Golden Retrievers. It’s completely unprecedented. Where do these people keep their dogs? 

Drying racks, reusable grocery bags, inexpensive food (SIXTY-NINE EURO PASTA), no tipping, tax included in the price of things = AWESOME. Why don’t we have those things in the U.S.?

Paying for water in restaurants, stores closing in the middle of the day, nothing is 24 hours, paying a sitting fee = NOT SO AWESOME

Also, why do all the doors push inward? I’m used to pulling a door open to go into a place, and pushing the door to leave. But all the doors here push inward! It always fucks me up, I end up struggling with the handle like a fool.

Aperitivo is the fucking best, you pay like 7 euro and you get an alcoholic drink and a free open bar. The mini sandwiches are delicious. 

Tomatoes taste so much better here, like, there’s no comparison. 

Bruschetta is the fucking best, and that’s all there really is to say on the matter.

The water is really, really low in the toilets, and the soap is pretty watered down. I think it’s smart; it’s clearly an environmental thing. 

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[IT ] 17/1/17

Siamo andati alla banca ottenere i nostri permessi di soggiorno. Dopo, abbiamo avuto classe di italiano, e poi non ho avuto niente classe per il resto di giorno! 

Ho prenotato un volo a Parigi a Febbraio, e un viaggo per Svizzera prossima settimana!

A notte, siamo andate al ‘aperitivo’ e abbiamo mangiato piccoli panini e bellini. 

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lmao today;

go to italian class, sit through a meeting, wine & culture class, go to dinner across the street w/ the squad, botch italian, spend ten thousand hours planning trips for the next few weeks, read ks, sleep

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Inglese sotto il taglio:

I have to write all this in English, unfortunately, since it’s 11pm, January 15th, and I haven’t kept up with my daily schedule since I’ve arrived. So, to recap:

Wednesday [January 11] On Wednesday, we had an orientation meeting, and my roommate showed up around nine AM. We went on a walking tour of the city - they showed us where we could take out money, where to buy groceries, the Santa Maria del Fiore, the Ponte Vecchio, etc. We went to a little sandwich place right across the street from the Palazzo and I ordered a ham and cheese panini. I didn’t realize that we were paying separately, so by the time I had left the shop and eaten the panini, I  realized I was supposed to pay for the food. I ended up giving my roommate 5 euro, because she’d paid 20 and didn’t get any change, so I’m going to count it even, but I’m pretty much too embarrassed to go back there, so I’ll have to find another place to eat. 

I ended up talking with two girls - Bayley and Emily - who seemed pretty nice. I don’t remember too much of what else I did on Wednesday, unfortunately, because it was four days ago. I think I ate at Gusta pizza, because I ate there every day the first few days I was there. I’m looking over my conversations with Garrett and I’m remembering that one of the cashiers thought I spoke more Italian that I did, and attempted to strike up a conversation, but I was too embarrassed and bowed out. 

Thursday [January 12] On Thursday we took our Italian placement tests. They were much easier than I was expecting - I thought they were going to adjust the test depending on what our level of Italian classes were, but it seemed like the same test was administered to all the 102+ students. The paper test was easy enough - ironically, I had the most trouble with the first page, which was supposedly the easiest (we had to fill in the blanks of a conversation about a train ticket), and the second two pages all had to do with passato prossimo and writing essays, which was easy enough. The speaking test wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it would be - they spoke slowly enough that I could follow, and of course my own speaking was reasonably advanced, so I didn’t have a lot of trouble keeping up the conversation. The kid sitting next to me, Don, was in my Italian 231 class, and he was really hungover. I can’t believe he got through the test, to be honest. He kept singing really loudly during the class, which I thought was kind of hilarious.

After the Italian class, we had the Masterpieces of Renaissance Art class (MRA) and the Dante class (essentially art history and English, respectively). They’re both taught by a handsome and nice Italian guy named Luca. 

Again, I can’t remember much of what I did after the classes. I think I felt a little cruddy because of the jet lag, I might’ve just used the computer for the rest of the day (I know I was surfing the web for a large portion of at least one of the days I was here). 

Friday [January 13] We went in for our Italian class in the morning and one by one, they called us out to our classrooms. Our professor was sick, so all the upper level students got placed together with some of the graduate kids. Then Alessandro (one of our directors) called me and Don out into the hall way - not only did we place into the level we’d applied for, he actually put us into the class with the *graduate* students - AKA the kids who have been living in Florence since the beginning of the semester and have presumably been studying Italian for even longer. I was pretty shocked but extremely pleased. He told us that we’d be challenged and that we had to give it our best, but that we had “a high potential” and he wanted us to learn as much as possible. I was really happy - I’d been afraid I would get kicked down into the lower levels, but this really helped my esteem about my competency in Italian. Plus, I’ve taken classes with Don before, and he seems really cool, so I’m glad to have another undergraduate in the class with me.

Oh, I’m looking over my texts from Friday - I forgot that this next part happened on Friday, as well. After all our classes ended, someone mentioned that the group of students was going out drinking late that night, so we all crowded upstairs in the kitchen - around twenty or more of us - and drank wine. I had three fairly sizable glasses and by the time we left I was very pleasantly intoxicated. We walked, all of us, in a large group down the streets of Florence at midnight. We found a club with lots of flashing lights that offered free admission if you didn’t drink (which I chose not to, as I was already drunk on wine). I had a ton of fun at the club - I was drunk enough to dance stress-free for once. We got approached by some American guy at one point, and I tried to pretend I didn’t speak English. Some girl in our group ended up dancing in a cage in the back room. It was awesome.

The guys ended up leaving to go to a bar across the street, so some of us followed them. There, they ordered shots of limoncello for everybody, and I asked the waiters (in Italian!) for little pieces of lemon (un pezzo di limone), which they gave me for free. Me and Don started speaking in Italian and he ended up ordering the two of us another shot - which I later found out was absinthe. I was too drunk to even taste it.

The absinthe was pretty damn strong. I had never had it before, and apparently it can give you hallucinations (though Google tells me this is an urban legend). Once I had the shot of absinthe, I went from “drunk” to “almost brown-out smashed”. We lost Don at some point, and it turned out he was sleeping in the back room, passed out. I started typing things down on my phone, trying to remember everything so I wouldn’t forget it the next morning. A nice girl named Jackie held my arm and helped me walk home with the group - I was really far gone at this point, still having a lot of fun but definitely out of it. It was the drunkest I’d ever been in my life, and it was awesome. I fell asleep around 2:30.

Saturday [January 14] Of course, I’d completely forgotten that we had 10:30 tickets to climb the tower and the Duomo. I got up easily enough, had an apple, got dressed, and wore my sunglasses when I left with my roommate and another girl named Katherine. I think I was actually still drunk, but I felt okay the longer I walked, and by the time we got to the tower, I was woozy but felt good enough to climb. So we started climbing, all 414 narrow, winding steps, looking over the edge as we got higher and higher. We got to the top and got some nice pictures, and carved our initials into the base of one of the walls where a sign encouraged us to do so, and started to make our way back down.

The vertigo was pretty unreal at that point, and by the time we got to the second-to-last floor I couldn’t make it any more. I ended up puking in the corner of Giotto’s Campanile. It was really embarrassing and probably pretty trashy, but I couldn’t help thinking it was kind of funny in retrospect. I kind of wanted to throw myself off the tower at that point but really, in the grand scheme of things, what’s a little vomit in one of the most sacred churches in Florence? Anyway, I’ve sworn off all alcohol for at least the rest of the weekend. I couldn’t even picture a bottle of wine in my head for the rest of the day without wanted to throw up.

I skipped climbing the Duomo for obvious reasons and walked home, laid in bed with a tin of pretzels, a banana, and Netflix, and slept until about 6pm. I ended up eating upstairs for dinner in the kitchen, and I ran into some of the girls I knew, including Jackie from the night before and a girl named Libby. We all hit it off and decided to climb the Duomo and tower again the next day, since my tickets were good for 48 hours and they were interested in going.

Note to self: Don’t drink absinthe. Once was more than enough.

Sunday [January 15] Sunday we all left around 11, and thankfully by that point I was no longer hungover. 

We climbed the tower without much incident (my ticket didn’t scan at the door at first, but they let me come in manually). Unfortunately, we weren’t able to climb the Duomo without reservations, and I’d already missed mine - a really nice man at the ticket desk offered to “make an exception” when I told him about missing it yesterday (”Ho comprato questo biglietto ieri, ma non posso usarlo oggi”). So we visited the museum instead and got lunch at a little Irish pub next to the church. We also met some American guys at the bank that Jackie thought were very cute (haha!). One of them was clearly drunk and his friend was pretty embarrassed. Later, we heard the friend point us out to him, saying, “Look, it’s those girls you made a fool of yourself in front of”). 

I took a nap, and at 6 we went back out again and found a great Italian restaurant that had an amazing ravioli pasta with butter sauce and ham bits. The waiter was very nice, and he gave us free slices of cake after we decided not to order dessert. We got a bit lost on the way back to the room, but we made it, and I did some homework and relaxed.

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[IT] 10/1/2017, 23:31

Questa mattina mi sono sveglio alle 6. Non ho lasciato fino alle 12 ma sono stata troppo eccitata dormire! 

Il volo a Parigi è stato lungo. Ho incontrato delle donne da studio all’estero all’aeroporto e mi sono seduto vicino ad una di loro sul volo. Non ho potuto dormire tanto perché le sedie sono stati scomodi, ma ho ascoltato a musica. Il volo è stato circa sei ore. 

Poi, tutti abbiamo imbarcato il prossimo volo da Parigi a Firenze. Questo volo non era come lungo, e ho dormito per due ore. Anche ho avuto un conversazione belle con una donna simpatica e il suo figlio, chi erano seduti prossimo a me. Abbiamo parlato di dove abbiamo abitato, perché siamo andate a Firenze, e mi è data un pezzo di gengiva. 

Dopo il volo, abbiamo prenduto preso i nostri bagagli e abbiamo guidato al Palazzo Capponi. Questo edificio é bello!!! É molto vecchio, ha tre piani, e ha alcuni grande e belle porte. Ho una stanza sul terzo piano, e posso ascoltare il popolo a parlare sotto la finestra. 

Ho fatto una passeggiata tra Firenze ottenere un pezzo di pizza, e mentre ero fiore fuori ho trovato il mio edificio preferito a Firenze! Il Santa Maria del Fiore. 

Mi sono perso mentre stavo tornando ma ho avuto una mappa così andava bene. 

Poi ho dormito alle 16, haha. 

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Today my flight for Florence left around 6:45pm. I met some girls on the flight from my program and ended up sitting next to one of them, and we drank wine and slept on the plane on the flight over (which ended up being around six hours). 

There was a decent amount of turbulence but nothing too bad. I took so much stuff to pass the time on the plane, but I ended up mostly just reading one book (Sphere by Michael Crichton) and drinking white wine/eating cheesecake. 

Got off the plane at Paris and went to the fairly hellish ordeal of French Customs. Not sure why, since we were all immediately transferring to the second flight anyway, but I digress. Some of the girls got caught at the baggage check station, but even the rest of us were waiting for about twenty minutes to get our passports stamped, sincere there were about forty people in line and only two security guards checking passports. 

I ended up sitting next to an extremely sweet Italian mother and her son on the plane, and we actually held a conversation in Italian, if you can call it that (it was definitely more than “How are you?” “Fine”, but we still couldn’t speak for more than 2-3 sentences sentences at a time, for the most part). She asked if I was Italian, and I said no, and then I asked if she was French and she said no. Then I asked what she was doing in Paris and she must have assumed I was a lot more fluent than I was, because she launched into a very rapid dialogue about coming to Florence for some kind of holiday (I thought I caught something about San Marco but I can’t be sure?). I got enough of the gist to realize she was on vacation, at least. Then she offered me a piece of gum and I asked her a few more questions, like what time it was an how long the flight was going to be. It probably wasn’t much in retrospect but I felt pretty accomplished. It’s more Italian than I’ve ever spoken before, so I’ll celebrate.

After we landed, we waited around in baggage claim, then took a taxi to the Palazzo. The Palazzo is *gorgeous*. They have these big old-fashioned doors with big rings on the front of the them, and it has three floors, plus a ground floor. There are no elevators or water fountains. My room is at the top, and it turned out to be a three-person bedroom even though I only have one roommate. They gave us these big old-fashioned skeleton keys to open the doors with, which was cool as hell. We have these big windows in our rooms as well, and when I open them I can hear people on the street below chatting in Italian.

I didn’t end up unpacking much because I was incredibly hungry. I went for a walk to explore the city and find a pizza place. I walked in a straight line so I wouldn’t get lost. I found a little store at the end of the street - it almost looked like a mix between a drug store and a café. I asked for a piece of pizza and paid, all in Italian (again, not very complicated but it was still a huge leap from where I was the last time I came to Italy), and as I was leaving I looked to my left and saw my favorite building in Florence, the Santa Maria del Fiore. 

I still managed to get lost on the way back, somehow, even though I walked entirely in a straight line the entire way. I ended up stumbling back and realizing there was a pizza place directly across the street from the Palazzo, in the opposite direction I’d walked. I bought another slice of pizza, came home, and fell asleep at four in the afternoon, which is why I’m awake now at midnight. My sleeping schedule is going to be so messed up.

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[USA] 11/23/2016, 11:22pm

Ieri siamo guidati a New York per “Thanksgiving”. Siamo alla casa della mia nonna!

Oggi, mia madre e mio fratello e me siamo andati alla cinema vedere “Moana”. Lo mi piace! Il granchio era MOLTO buono in particolare. Non siamo stati per la scena ultima, dopo i crediti! Non lo abbiamo saputo (?), ma lo abbiamo veduto su YouTube dopo.

Anche, la mia mama e me abbiamo comprato cose a il negozio del Natale. Ho comprato un regalo per Aurora (alcuni saponi), guanti per me, pacco regalo (gift wrap), e una ghirlanda (wreath). 

Poi, stanotte, la famiglia hanno mangiato pizza e hanno guardato Silence of the Lambs. 

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italiano…perché hai parole come “lo stinco” e “stanco”???

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[USA] 11/18/2016, 11:15pm

Oggi, mi ho svegiato a 8:30 e ho guidato a Virginia Tech raccogliere (?) mio fratello. Durante il tragitto, sono fermata a Radford visitare i gattini di Nicole e Matt. Sono stati COSÌ CARINI!!! E piccoli! 

Poi, ho guidato a Virginia Tech e mio fratello e il suo amico Ragu sono entrati alla macchina. Abbiamo guidato per due ori, fino a sono diventata stanca e siamo fermati a uno stazione di servizio per cibo e gas al McDonald’s. Poi abbiamo scambiato automobiliste e mio fratello ha guidato per un po. 

C’era COSÌ TANTO traffico!! Siamo stati nella macchina per OTTO ORE! Sono stata nella macchina per DIECI perché ho guidato a Radford primo!. Jack ha guidato per il pezzo di traffico, per fortuna, ma ancora. 

Abbiamo arrivati alla casa alla 19:00. Ho mangiato cena e poi sono molto stanca. Buona notte!

Domani vedò Harry Potter!  

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Da piccola vivevo a un casa bianca. Avevo un uccello si chiamava “Snowy”. Da molta piccola avevo un cane nero e bianco si chiamava “Kato”, ma ora ho un cane si chiama “Maverick”. Da piccola andavo a scuola elementare con le miei amiche sull’autobus. 

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In Russia undici bambini e un adulto annegano per un incidente. Un gruppo di una cinquantina di turisti di Mosca stava facendo un giro in barca sul lago Syamozero, nella Repubblica di Carelia, al confine con la Finlandia. A causa di una tempesta, l’imbarcazione su cui viaggiavano si è rovesciata. La polizia ha fermato un istruttore del campeggio che aveva organizzato l’escursione.

In Russia eleven children and an adult drown in an incident. A group of (about) fifty tourists in Moscow were making (imperfect ‘stare’ and gerundive ‘fare’) a circle in a boat on the Syamozero lake, in the Republic of Karelia, at the boarder of Finland. Because of a storm, the boat on which they were traveling (si?) was capsized. The police has stopped a campsite instructor which was organizing the hike.

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The endorsements multiply (themselves) for Hillary Clinton. After Barack Obama and the vice president Joe Biden,the Democratic (female) senator Elizabeth Warren has also given her support to the ex secretary of state in a television interview. Furthermore, she has declared that she would be willing to apply (herself) as vice president of Clinton. Former professor of law at Harvard, Warren is popular between the progressive left and would be able to help Clinton to recapture the favor of supporters of Bernie Sanders, her adversary to (is ‘in’ better here?) the Democratic primary. 

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LEGGI QUI

Nel 2015 sono morti in utero 2,6 milioni di bambini in tutto il mondo. La situazione sta migliorando, ma lentamente. Hannah Blencowe, della London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine, e colleghi hanno ricostruito i dati globali delle morti in utero avvenute tra il 2000 e il 2015. Nel 2015 il tasso medio è stato di 18,4 eventi per mille nascite, in calo rispetto ai 24,7 del 2000. Nel complesso si stima che nel 2015 si siano verificati 2,6 milioni di morti in utero, contro i 3,25 milioni del 2000. Il 98 per cento di tutte le morti in utero avvengono nei paesi a basso e medio reddito, il 77 per cento nell’Asia meridionale e nell’Africa subsahariana.

I progressi sono stati registrati quasi ovunque, ma in Africa subsahariana la situazione è migliorata solo di poco. Con 43,1 morti in utero per mille nati, il Pakistan ha il tasso più alto ed è seguito da Nigeria e Ciad. In assoluto è l’India ad avere il maggior numero di morti, seguita da Nigeria e Pakistan. Con 1,3 l’Islanda ha il tasso più basso al mondo, scrivono gli autori dello studio pubblicato su The Lancet Global Health.

Molte di queste morti in utero potrebbero essere evitate con un monitoraggio della sifilide, delle condizioni della madre e del feto e se ci fosse la disponibilità di eseguire un parto cesareo. In un commento, Elizabeth McClureemail e Robert Goldenberg scrivono rispetto alla situazione in Pakistan che “una combinazione di bassi livelli di istruzione delle donne, spesso analfabete, di accesso limitato alle cure prenatali e ostetriche, di scarsa qualità delle cure, quando disponibili, sono fattori importanti per gli alti livelli di morte in utero”. Nello studio sono state considerate le morti del feto dalla ventottesima settimana di gestazione in poi. Secondo gli autori dello studio, i progressi sono limitati anche perché il fenomeno è trascurato e mancano dati affidabili.

In 2015, 2.6 million babies have died in utero in around the world.The situation is improving*, but slowly. Hannah Blencowe, from the London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine, and colleagues* have been rebuilding* the global data(?) of the in utero deaths the have(?) occured from 2000 and 2015. In 2015 the average rate was 18.4 events(?) per thousand births, down from* 24.7 from 2000. In the complex  Overall it is estimated that in 2015 there were 2.6 million deaths in utero, against the 3.25 million from 2000. 98 for  percent of all the in utero deaths happen in the countries at low and medium income, 77 percent in the Asian meridian  South Asia and in sub-saharan Africa. 

The progresses have been recorded almost everywhere, but in sub-saharan Africa the situation is only a little better. With 43.1 in utero deaths per thousand births, Pakistan has the higher rate and is followed by Nigeria and Chad. With 1.3, Iceland has the lowest rate in the world, the authors write of in the study published in The Lancet Global Health. 

Many of these in utero deaths could be avoided with a monitoring of syphilis, from conditions of the mother and of the fetus and if there was an ability to perform a cesarean section. In a comment, Elizabeth McClureemail and Robert Goldenberg write ??? to the situation in Pakistan that “a combination of low levels of education* in the women, often illiterate, of limited access to the prenatal care and midwifery*, of poor quality* of care, when available, are important factors for the high levels of in utero death.” In the study they were considerate of the deaths of the fetus from the 28th week of pregnancy onwards*. After the authors of the study, the progresses are limited too because the phenomenon is neglected and lacks reliable data*. 

* = looked up online ? = unsure parole = incorrect

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zzzz sono stanca....mi svelgio alle 1 (mattina!!) perché la mia coinquilina viene nella stanza....mi dispiace sono troppo pigra usare grammatica coretta

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allora, oggi faccio american chop suey, che è pasta, manzo e cipolle in una ciotola. quando l’ho fatto, ho usato un apriscatole e finito per rovesciare pomodori in scatola sul tavolo! 

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i miei vestiti nuovi vengono oggi :)))

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mia madre darmi una ricetta per american chop suey e voglio farlo questa fine settimana