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[Sep. 28th, 2009|01:56 pm]

[	Current Location	\|	la mia stanza	]
[	Current Mood	\|	gloomy	]
[	la musica	\|	L'Italiano by Toto <3	]

This summer after Taverny, I went to Bagnolet (end of the Metro 3) in Paris. It was nice to spend some time with family and get the chance to see all the Paris sights: Le Tour Eifel, Louvre, Montparnasse, Champs Elysses, Arc di Triumph, Euro Disney, Giardini di Luxembourg, and many more. I was pretty much exhusted every day I would go out on the town exploring. My favorite part was simply getting lost in the city and wandering around. A metro was never more than a few meters away so if I ever got THAT tierd I would simply hop on and go home. I spend a day in Beavuais visitng more family. I had so much fun hanging out with the kids, swimming, and meeting family!

After a week and half of Paris I headed to the most amazing place on earth, Venice.
It was real late, 10PM, when I got to the "Queen on the Adriatic"....techincally I flew into Treviso. I was so confident: getting off the plane, buying my ticket in Italian, getting on the bus. I didn't have to question anything. I was finally back in a land where I understood everything, mostly everything....piano piano of course. It was really easy, simply a 6E bus ticket to Piazale Roma. The bus ride was lovely. Getting close to Venezia was so exciting! Besides the little kids behind me saying random stuff every 2 seconds, it was a peaceful 40 minutes. Then a quick 1,50E (student price) vaporetto ride to my new home, Palanca on Guidecca.(Of course, the one time I don't validate my abondamento the guys come around checking, plus the fact that it was well after 11PM, at least I was only charged a student price) As I got close to my stop it hit me that I would have to navigate my way to the dorms, in the middle of the night, on an island I've never been to. I luckily ran into two of my teachers on the vaporetto. I tapped them on the shoulder wondering if they would remember me. They greeted me with a "SEVAN!", bachigner, and other Armenian greetings, needless to say - they remembered me. We made it to Junghans, the student dorms for the Universita di Venezia, which turns into a hostel during the summer. Once I got there a saw many familiar faces, it was like no time had passed. I gave the receptionist my Pass-a-porto, got my chiave, opened my door to find my new roommate, Nicole from New York, sound asleep. I left her in peace and went outside to catch up with everyone. I coudln't stop smiling! After a 'fire alarm' where no one except for Hasmig and Irene (an Italian I just met) came out of their rooms. I finally got to sleep, well after 3AM.
That is how my start in Venezia started this year, 180degree difference from last year which included a broken suitcase, hot burning tears, not being able to catch my breath, the worse break down I've ever had in my life, and an hour+ long long distance phone call home (It was by far the worst day in my whole life....last year).

The next day, I awoke in Venezia!, finally....what I have been waiting for, for way too long! We got ready, introductions, then out to meet up the group for our walk to our first day of classes. Seeing even more familiar faces was probably one of the best feelings ever, maybe even more than being in Venice! I caught up with Hasmig more, the whole way. We got the vaporetto and walked less than one 'block' to our new school. I love how close it was to the dorms, even if it included a vaporetto ride. It was still WAY closer than last year. We got to the University and again....MORE familiar faces...the ITALIANS! The lovley Italians. It was great to see all of them, with a few new faces. It was like a dream, seeing these amazing people again after what seemed to be an eternity.

We all crammed into one room that was probably not ment to hold all of us. It was disgustingly hot, but it all felt so good! Sitting next to Hasmig, surrounded by the more genuine people in the whole world. We all introduced ourselves and got divided up into our classes. I went to the second level again, which I was fine with, after all, all the Italians were in the class; my secret plan to work on my Italian was working!

That first week of classes were nothing but a blurr. I felt time slow down as I started to enjoy this amazing country and city I was in. We started out routines of waking up early to hit up a Bar and get a Cafe e Cappuccio! Where on our second day the bartender new our order! On the 4th day they were closed for the summer. Saddest day in those three weeks, except my last day there.
I remember walking around, in slow motion soaking it all in again. In the begining I was afraid that I'd "seen it all and had been there done that". But it was the complete opposite. Every little crack was different, we were living on a completly different side and island of Venice. There were new side streets to explore, new Vaporetto routes, new gelaterias, new bars, new pizzerias. The little bit of worry and anxiety about this year not being the same flew away as fast as a pigion in Piazza San Marco...which acutally are very slow/ bad analogy. My anxieties flew away as fast as...a little speed boat on the way to the Lido!! Much better.

All I wanted to do the first week was hug everyone there from last year and stare at them. I wanted, no needed someone to pinch me to make sure it wasn't all a dream. I would wake up, look out my lovley window, standing on my tip toes I would just soak in the canal and the beautiful architecture.

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