Calcio

It's coming to the end of this weekend, and I am so tired. I don't really even know why, but my body is just beat.
Yesterday Italiaidea, the school through which we take Italian, organized a soccer tournament between themselves and all the places they teach. We went and we played (not me, I just spectated), but needless to say a bunch of skinny American art students were no match for young, fit Italian men who had been playing soccer since they could walk. It was really quite amusing. During the halftime the other team did drills and passes and whatever i don't understand, while our team collapsed and wheezed and had a smoke. We lost 7-1.

I'll put up pictures as soon as I get them.

This morning I woke up and went to Porta Portese, which is always stressful. Porta Portese is the giant giant flea market on Sunday mornings and it's always packed and gross but you can get some pretty good stuff. I got a scarf with ducks on it.

I forgot to mention the other day - Monday or Tuesday I think - we took a trip to the American Academy in Rome to see the studios there. They accept 30 or so fellows a year and really, their situation is very much like ours (only a little fancier.) So we saw some art. Some of it was really good, and it was really comforting to see and talk to these established artists going through very much the same transitional issues as we are.