The first week

So we got here on Monday. There was a lot of filling out forms to make sure we dont get deported and things like that. I got desperate and decided to get a haircut yesterday at a place near school. When I made the appointment they spoke some English, but when I got there those skills seemed to be lacking a bit. I got a little anxious when the guy had a chunk of my hair in one hand and a pair scissors in the other--and they were really close together--before he asked me what I wanted. I mean, he never really asked me at all. He could have intended to give me a mullet for all I knew, so I just kept saying Solo un po'! Solo un po'!, which means Only a little!, and demonstrated how I wanted it. I think he took that more as a suggestion, because he kept cutting and cutting, and I was praying and praying that he would stop like right then. I kept getting images of some terrible 80s pouf with 19,000 layers in it, but thankfully it turned out better than that. I actually kind of like it.
I've had pizza about 8 times in the last 4 days, but it kicks the crap out of Dominos. I actually used to like Dominos; it was top notch in my book, but not anymore. Pizza here is amazing and cheap. We're living in Trastevere, which is the same section of town that school is in, but we're about a 30 minute walk from there. There are 5 girls in the apartment, and it's pretty quaint and cozy. Our neighbor is this older Italian man who on the first day tried to help us with our weird door (pictures coming soon of that one) and subsequently broke our key. He also nicely told us he'd like it if we were quiet in the evenings. We've heard that guy yelling at his tv till like 3AM for the last few days. Interesting people here to say the least.