I know. I know. I only posted two days ago, and nothing exciting has happened in between. Or has it!? No, regrettably I haven't become 2nd-in-line to the throne of Sweden, nor have I won the lotto jackpot. So, why the blog?

Well, let's see. Last week I was informed by the wonderful staff at Cardiff that I had committed the heinous crime of not handing in my Erasmus forms. If I didn't get them in pronto, I'd be unable to receive my Erasmus grant. Now, considering I'm banking on that grant to be able to pay my rent, or possibly let me eat as many bags of dolci made by Mulino Bianco (See last post for a description of this wonderful bakery!), it would be a massive shame if I weren't entitled to it.
"What was their excuse", I hear you cry! Well, it turns out that they think it has been delayed (by two weeks) or lost in the post. I, and my parents, firmly believe that some numbskull has it sitting on their desk in a pile marked to do. So, I hastily filled out new forms at the bus stop this morning (missing a bus in the process as I needed my bank details) and had it faxed over. To make sure this idiocy continued no longer, I also emailed them. Seems everything is now in order, but, just wait until October when they suddenly lose my Learning Agreement...

In happier news, what have I done:

• I am now signed up to take part in NaNoWriMo which means even though I have Uni, and musical reviews to write, in November, I will also be attempting to write a 50,000 word Novella. I will post the draft synopsis at the end of this post - let me know what you think, and if you think it's utter tosh, I will attempt something else.
• I bought a train ticket to Como. I know I've been on about Turin, and Genoa, and lately La Spezia, due to the mention of Cinque Terre by one of the girls here, but they're all so expensive to get to. Even Florence is an unavoidable €40+ one way. So, Lago di Como here I come!
• I rode a different bus today. Not all that exciting. However, I propose you try it. Get a map of your local bus routes, and rather than your regular bus, hop on one which takes a different route. Usually I'll use the #3, which goes right through the Centro Storico, or the #7 which uses the Via Matteoti which is quite nice. Today: the #6, which goes through the newer parts of town like Ticinello and Pavia Ovest, both of which aren't all that pretty...Still, it gives another side to this place, right? So, I suggest you try it!
• I psyched myself up to do an outdoor vlog today, in response to one I saw on youtube about how we should go outside and just film and who cares about people's reactions. However, this is Italy, and people look at you funny just for the way you rush places, or the way you walk down the road hoping not to die...SO, as I totally wussed out today, I guess I'm going to go with my second plan and try to do one on the way to Como. I have two hours on the train, 2nd class, so I'll need to entertain myself. I just wish I had bothered to shell out a bit of dinero on a Flip camera, rather than having to use my regular old digicam. Ah well - it'll be fun?

The other night I was talking to some Catalans I'd just met, and they said my Italian was very good. I still don't believe it, no matter who tells me. However, that's not the point - the point is that I told them "When I speak, I don't think about it. I just pretend to be Italian until someone says 'Hai sbagliato' and corrects me"

What I'm beginning to notice about Italy is that I have the language 'down'. I can cope with talking to the Italians, and once I get the hang of their accent I find it easier. What I haven't quite mastered is the Italian patience. You can go into a restaurant or a bar, and sit down, and wait a long time for people to come and serve you, and they don't mind if you stay five minutes or half an hour after eating. You can go and wait for a bus, and sit for half an hour, and nobody cares. My problem: I finish eating, I pay, I leave. I wait for the bus, if it's not on time, I walk, only to see it pass me by. I'll even stand in queues in Carrefour or Spar and tut to myself because there's only one cashier working, while the rest are on a permanent 'break'.

I suppose that's also why I paid €15 to get to Milan on the faster Intercity, rather than pay €7 and go via the regional train - I just wouldn't have had the patience to go on the slower train. I guess I'll have to learn it, though, because I've found prices to Turin for as low as €5, rather than the €40 it would cost to go via Frecciarossa high-speed trains. It'll take a bit longer, and I'll have to change in Voghera (a place I wouldn't mind seeing properly), but it's worth it for an overall saving of €70 to see the capital of Piedmont.

Aside from my lacking patience, I've not exactly done much this week since Milan. Wednesday I decided to go out for some birthday drinks, and found out it was the birthday of another Erasmus student. Thursday I finally got my bus card - yay for free bus travel from now on! - and bought a Spanish-Italian dictionary which will probably be the handiest thing I have ever bought. Then it was a case of: Malaika, kebab shop beer, Piazza del Duomo until 3am. Time flies when you're meeting new people. I still think I have to cut back to maybe one night a week - my finances can't handle this constant drinking, no matter how cheap it is. Then again, I could probably go out all the time if I wasn't constantly sampling all that Mulino Bianco (the Italian, expensive equivalent of Mr Kipling) has to offer - last week it was Saccotini con Crema Pasticcera, this week it's Tenerezze con Limone.

To finish this one off, I'm going to introduce you all to some typical Italian cocktails. Essentially, this is what we start drinking on. The idea of a drink & mixer is called a "Long Drink" here, so that'd be Vodka and Coke, Gin & Tonic, etc. Cocktails are mostly pure alcohol through-and-through. Thankfully, Italy isn't restricted by stupid rules of 25ml per shot, it's "until the glass is full". So, here goes - if you can be bothered to find a bar that'll do them properly (or want to buy the alcohol yourself), try them out:



Negroni
The Negroni is a typically Piedmontese/Lombard drink, though it has spread to most of Italy. It is 1 part Gin, 1 part bitter Campari, 1 part Red Vermouth. It's a really bitter drink, thanks to the mix of the Vermouth and Campari, but, it's a favourite for aperitivi because of the supposed good it does for digestion. As Orson Welles once said: The Gin is bad for your liver, but the Campari is good for your health.

Spritz Aperol
Spritz is the "in drink" amongst the Italian youth, particularly the Venetians. An ordinary Spritz is 1 part Prosecco, and soda water. Think a Wine Spritzer. However it's more normal to have uno spritz con Campari or uno spritz Aperol. The alcohol in the name is then added so it becomes 2/3 Prosecco, 1/3 Aperol/Campari and the rest of the glass is topped with soda. I've not tried the Campari Spritz, but the Aperol version is really nice - think a slightly sweeter version of Cointreau & Lemonade.

Sbagliato
Or, more properly, Negroni Sbagliato. If you don't think you can handle that much liquor in your glass, ask for a Sbagliato. Instead of the Gin, you get Prosecco and the Vermouth is sweeter (rather than Vermouth Rosso), which makes in fizzier and slightly easier to stomach, but only slightly.

Almost every cocktail in Italy has Campari in it, unless it's a foreign one like Sexo alla Spiaggia or Mojito. If you don't like bitter things - and I mean medicinally bitter - stick to the foreign drinks, or Aperol. I'm not a Campari fan, having learnt my lesson with the Negroni, so I stick to Aperol Spritz personally.

I think that's all I can bore you with for now, at least until I've been to Turin and have pictures galore to put up.

It's my birthday! Huzzah! I am now 21, which means I can do...exactly the same as I could when I was 18, but now worldwide! What a brilliant stroke of luck. I've always wanted to drink in America and Canada. Good thing I wasn't thinking when I turned down American Studies at Swansea, or we wouldn't have these lovely little updates about places in Europe.

Today, I thought I'd man up, and see the world. I'd read that Italian trains were confusing, at least far more confusing than your average British hunk of metal. All we do is get on board, buy a ticket, and we're set. Sometimes we pre-order them and reserve a seat, but that's only if we think it'll be busy, or we want to be extra sure. Here in Italia, it's totally different. You buy a ticket before getting to the platform, then you validate it to prove that you are using a ticket for that day (rather than one you bought three months ago and have used ever since), and then you try and find a seat in second class.
"Stuff that," thought I in my hubris. "It's my chuffing birthday. I'm riding first class!" - so, tentatively I stepped up to the little machine that allows you to buy train tickets. I tapped my way slowly through each screen, and ended up with a seat reservation on an Intercity train to Milano Centrale. That means: no stops! (or very few, anyway) I dragged myself to platform 3, and stood waiting for the 10.33 from Genoa - when it arrived, everyone huddled towards the back of the train, while I ran to the other end of the platform to find first class. Surprisingly, even though it wasn't cushy (like the pictures of the Frecciarossa which I've seen), it was pretty damned nice. Think individual compartments of 6 seats, with a sliding door, and a long corridor, like in all those smoky, romantic 1940s flicks. Sweet.

Half an hour later, I was in Milan. And ten minutes after that, I'd found my way to the Duomo. And that's where all the fun began - apart from parting with €5 for a piece of string (as well as peace and quiet) from one of the lookie-lookie men, I decided it would be a good idea to wander Milan on foot. So, here, for you, in photos are "The Places I saw in Milan while walking around avoiding using buses, trams and the metro"

Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II (from Piazza della Scala)

Instead of making myself look like an obvious tourist (which I really did anyway), I decided to rush through the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II. This is like a posh shopping arcade, which is laid out in a cross. On one side, you have the Duomo, on the other La Scala. In the other two directions seemed to be offices, and shops. Inside the Galleria, however, were the reasons why Milan is one of the capitals of haute-couture. Prada, Louis Vuitton, Versace; all the things that make girls swoon, and all pretty much crammed right next to each other. It really puts St Davids's II in Cardiff to shame.

Teatro della Scala

Leonardo da Vinci (Shouldn't he be in Florence?)

Ah, La Scala. This was the other reason I rushed through the Galleria. It's one of those well-known Opera Houses, and has played host to Verdi, Puccini and Salieri. Anyhow, La Scala doesn't usually start its season until December, but it still looks rather nice from the outside. It's on its own little Piazza, featuring a statue of Leonardo da Vinci. There was quite the crowd today, but then again, what tourist attraction doesn't pull in a crowd?

Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II (from Piazza del Duomo)

Inside the Galleria

So, I decided to wander back to Il Duomo, and look at the Galleria properly. Talk about busy. Even the really expensive restaurants inside were full, though admittedly it was mostly Asian tourists who were sitting there eating pasta and pizza like there was no limit to their finances. Architecturally, this isn't exactly stunning - it reminds me of the one in Brussels - but, inside you just have to admire how it manages to look old, yet so very modern. It's like Victorian-chic.

Il Duomo di Milano

Il Duomo, the main Cathedral of Milan, is the hub for most tourists. When I got on the metro to go there, I couldn't move for love nor money; but on the way back to Centrale, there was almost nobody using the underground. It's also the place where I got caught out by a lookie-lookie man, who honed in on me from across the piazza. I tried to fob him off with my bad Italian - "No, grazie. Non la voglio. Sono in ritardo. Ciao" but he persisted "It's a present. We are friends. It is free" before tying the bastard string to my wrist and demanding €20. I looked at him as if he'd just shat on the Pope. And then told him I'd give him €5 if he wanted to remain "amici" and would leave me alone. He obliged, but not before adding "Go on, a bit more...?" - at that point I walked off...far off...to the other side of town.

La Chiesa di San Lorenzo Maggiore

The Columns of San Lorenzo

And this is where I ended up: San Lorenzo. Surprisingly, considering the number of beautiful churches in Milan, there were no tourists around. This place was empty, apart from some locals in cafés on the edges of the piazza. This was the point where I decided "Well, if I've found this, I may as well continue walking to everything else!" Those columns are the Columns of San Lorenzo. I guess they're remnants of something from Mediolanum, or maybe just the remains of an over-the-top cloister for the church.


I seem to have a knack for finding War Memorials. This one was hidden, sort of, behind Sant'Ambrogio, another church where I expected there to be a few more tourists rambling around. Surprisingly, there were far more locals there. Oh well, that's Italy for you I suppose - people have no taste if they're not Italians. Anyway, the big white one is a Sanctuary for all the Milanese killed in the World Wars, and the black one is for those who died fighting in the Russian campaigns. Beats our conformity with hundreds of bland, old cenotaphs eh?

La Basilica di Sant'Ambrogio

And that up there is Sant'Ambrogio, an old basilica. Looks like it was built in Lombard Romance, like a lot of early churches in this part of Italy. You can usually tell by the way the brickwork looks. [Yes, I am that sad, and, yes, I do like my church architecture.] The only thing was, it looked like more of a museum than a church, and after parting with tha €5 earlier, I wasn't up for parting with anything more unless it was for essentials (like a train ticket home, and something to eat!)

Il Castello Sforzesco

The final stop on my tour, and probably the one which annoyed me the most, was the Palazzo Sforzesco. It's to the north of the Duomo, but I found it by doing pretty much a semi-circle from San Lorenzo up. It's one of those old palaces that has existed from the time of the signorie, which is sort of the early middle-ages. It's really quite spectacular, if a bit empty in the grounds. But, it was covered in lookie-lookie men: six (I kid you not) on the main entrance, and three on the museum entrance, and one covering a side entrance. I actually gave up with it - "Hello, for you, one euro only" - and decided enough was enough: "It's my birthday, I'm going for food, and then I'm catching a train home"

I suppose that's the only downside of this entire thing: Milan is such a tourist trap that people know they can sucker someone into giving them a 'donation' for a piece of string, because it's a veritable Babel. If the German next to you doesn't speak English or Italian, and you don't speak German, you're left to the mercy of these vultures. I suppose I'm looking at it the wrong way, simply because I got caught. What I should really say is:

Milan is a nice city. Architecturally it's beautiful. Socially, it's bustling with life. The transport network is really well thought-out. It's the perfect 'metropolis', and great for a few days if you go in a group. If you go it alone, you really have to beware the people who will hone in on you and try to sap you of all your cash. Beyond that, I'd recommend it to anyone, especially as I spent €15 on a return, first-class train ticket, €5 on food (okay, it wasn't from a restaurant but I got 'money conscious' all of a sudden, okay?), and had a nice day out.


Next time, I'm thinking Genoa, Parma or Turin.

Rather than attempting to edit the original post, I've simply amalgamated both into one new one, adding in extra details that I didn't know originally. When I first went out, I stopped in Chocolate Cafè, and had the most amazing breakfast of coffee, orange juice, and a croissant filled with patisserie cream. It was a bit of a grey day, so a lot of the photos looked a bit sad, and I was only using 2MP on my camera. Today, I went back out, stopped off for a panino and a cappuccino in Chocolate Cafè, and then set my camera to 5MP and went out again to get some better photos.

This is Pavia:

Pavia, from Borgo Ticino

Pavia is a city in Lombardy, which is the area in the centre of Northern Italy. It is a few miles away from the Po, and sits on the banks of the Ticino River. That river begins up in the Alps, in Switzerland, in the only purely Italian-speaking canton. It started out life as a Roman town, called Ticinum, before being promoted to a Papal City, and being used as the seat of power for the Visconti family. Now, it is a University town, and most of the inhabitants seem to be students.

Piazza Vittoria

I'll start out my photography trip around Pavia from the Piazza Vittoria. This Piazza is pretty much the heart of Pavia. It sits just off the Strada Nuova, which is the main road through the centro storico. Here, you can find a lot of restaurants and bars, and all the streets that branch off either contain shops or cafès. It is one of the busier places in Pavia, and getting a bus from Vittoria is usually a bad idea unless you want to stand like a sardine in a tin.

Strada Nuova

The Strada Nuova, ironically the oldest street in Pavia, stretches for the length of the centro storico starting up by the Castle, and working down to the Ticino. It is, for all intents and purposes, a shopping street these days. Though the main building of the University of Pavia takes up a fair bit of space, most of the buildings either house clothes stores, cafés, gelaterias, or banks. It's quite beautiful architecturally, if you can look up, rather than in every window you pass. On the one side, which would be the left side of the photo, most of the streets running off the Strada are home to offices, University buildings, and the occasional house. Running off to the right are more shops, piazzas, and cafés.

Il Duomo di Pavia

Il Duomo's central dome

The Duomo, or Cathedral, of Pavia is one of the biggest in Italy. It comes fourth in terms of size, behind St Peter's, and the Pantheon, in Rome, and Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence. This is due to it being a Greek Cross, meaning that all the transepts coming off the central duomo are of equal size. The duomo itself is pretty huge too. The entire building was started back in the middle ages, and the façade wasn't completed until the 1800s. According to wikipedia, some of the minor details still aren't complete on this gargantuan church. It is, however, only one of many, many churches built in the centro storico. If I took photos of all of them, this post would be almost as long as a Harry Potter novel.

Il Ponte Coperto

Next, I headed on over to Borgo Ticino, a suburb across the river from the centro storico. To get there, you have to cross the Ponte Coperto, or Covered Bridge. From what I gather, from my bad Italian and a plaque on the bridge, the original crossing along the Ticino was a Roman bridge called Ponte Marmoreo. In 1351, under the guidance of the Duke of Milan Galeazzao II Visconti, the Podestà of Pavia Giovanni de Mandello, Jacopo da Cozzo, and an architect called Giovanni da Ferrera, another bridge was built, originally with a fortified roof and towers. Over the years the design was changed and modified by others, until in 1944 Carlo Alberto arrived and built (or repaired) the current version (as from what I gather the original was damaged in the war), which was inaugurated in 1951.

A Tutti Gli Aviatori Pavesi

This gem of a memorial A Tutti Gli Aviatori Pavesi can be found at the other end of the Viale Lungo Ticino Visconti. I was quite lucky in getting this picture when I went out on Thursday, so I didn't attempt to take another one because of how busy the junction is. I have no idea behind the history of it, but I assume it commemorates all the airmen who fought in World War II. Either way, it's a really striking piece of art.

Pope John Paul II Park

After wandering town for a few hours, sipping coffee, taking photos, all that jazz, I decided to head up to see the Castle. It is currently inside a city park, that park being the Parco Papa Giovanni Paolo II, or Pope John Paul II Park. It was named so in 2007 when Pope Benedict XVI visited Pavia. It's quite a nice park, but there are so many trees is wasn't exactly worth taking pictures, because you can just use your imagination.

Il Castello Visconti

The Castello Visconti is just outside the boundaries of the centro storico, nestled within a park. It dates back to the 1300s when the Visconti family were the signori of Milan. They made Pavia their seat of power, and ran operations from this palace. Apparently, the grounds of the castle originally covered the land between the centro storico and the nearby town of Certosa di Pavia, where there currently is a Carthusian monastery, which was built for the Visconti family - however, a point of note is that Certosa is a good 5 or 6 kilometres away, which really says a fair bit about the land involved. Even Windsor Castle's chapel is right next to it.

Residenza Universitaria Biomedica "Casa dolce casa"

After that, I decided it was time to return home. Picked up a few bits and bobs in Carrefour, and then caught the #7 bus back. After about three stops I was the only one riding the bus, which was insane. I think the driver even thought WTF because he stopped at the bus stop and waited for me to walk the entire distance back to the front gate before pulling away. Anyway, that picture, that's where I am. It's about 15minutes by bus from the centre (give or take, when there's traffic), and a 40minute walk on a good day. Literally nothing around here. I would add the pictures of my room to the bottom, but they were terrible, and it's currently in need of 'remaking the bed' and 'putting stuff away'. Future update, I'll re-up some better ones I guess.

So, yeah. Ecco la Pavia, as we say in Italian. It's really a nice town. I just think that in the next week or so I should maybe hop on a train to Milan, Turin or Genoa and spend the day there getting to show people the sights of Italia, because I highly doubt I'm going to get much time to travel once Uni starts properly.

Last night was my first real foray into the world of Erasmus. I didn't join the Erasmus society in Cardiff, and I didn't sign up for the language course here, so really I've been pretty cut off in meeting people of a similar provenance. I missed out on three Erasmus events by not knowing of the second Erasmus grouping, but, I did know of the one last night organised by the University.

Needless to say, because it was University organised, it was fairly 'six-year-old's birthday'. We crammed into a room, ate food, chatted, and got ripped off for drinks - Sono sempre cinque was the phrase used, which means initially I paid €5 for a Corona and the food, but then had to pay another €5 for a cola. I suppose, despite meeting new people, I wasn't exactly phased by it all, and most of us just walled ourselves off into separate groupings by the end of the night while Stromae's Alors on Danse played in the background.

Eventually, we decided to go into town, and that's where things actually became more like you'd expect an Erasmus Party to be. We folks from Cardiff hopped on a bus, filled with Spaniards and the odd Portuguese and Turkish people (and two Poles), and made the journey into town. Over the course of the next five to ten minutes we were subjected to (in a good way) the Spanish and their rowdy ways - the basis of their entire ride was to shout Camarero, another would reply ¿Qué?, and the first person would shout Quiero... followed by a food or something, before turning it into a song based around that food. It's harder to explain in English, but...it's one of those moments where if  you get it, you enjoy it.

We then passed an hour or two in the Piazza del Duomo drinking beers on the steps of the church. To be fair, I did ask someone Credo che bere nelle strade fosse un'abitudine spagnolo - non è vero? (Or "I thought drinking in the street was a Spanish thing - am I wrong?) - there seemed to be more Spaniards and Portuguese than anyone else, but there was no-one telling us to move on, or to stop doing it. In fact, for €2 for a large bottle of Birra Morretti, you can't go wrong really. Though it may have been playing havoc with my eyes, because I'm sure I saw the sky flash a few times last night...though when I asked people they looked at me as if I was speaking nonsense. Weird.

So, there's no real plan for today. I think, having done a fair bit of wandering, I may take the day off, and just go into town tonight with the Cardiff folks to meet their Italian friends, as I really need to parlare as much as is humanly possible. Then there's another Erasmus party tomorrow at Malaika, though I won't be splashing out €10 on an ESN card just to save €1 on the night, as well as a trip to Genoa on Saturday (but I am totally lacking details for that bad boy).

Hopefully the weather will stop being wholly Welsh, and I can whip out the camera and get some good photos of this place up for people to see. Maybe I'll head on up to Milan, or go somewhere further afield in this free month. I shall keep you all posted!

It's Monday. First day of the week for most people, and the place is, for lack of a better word, 'dead'. There are a few shrieks far down the corridor, or maybe it's downstairs... Outside, it's a lovely shade of grey, but around 20 degrees. Oddly, I find it kind of cold, so I've had to shut the doors, and turn off the AC that's been running at 17degrees (and making me freeze my ass off every night...) without my knowledge.

Since my last blog, I've found out that there are two Erasmus networks in Pavia. There's the Associazione Noi e Pavia, which seems to just be a student network in general; and there's StEP. I didn't know StEP existed until last night...and when I finally found out about it, it was a bit too late. I'd already missed the Notte Bianca, an Erasmus get together, and the fireworks over the Ticino river. Immediately I rectified that by joining the StEP facebook page so I'd actually know if anything was going on that meant socialising with people in the same situation as me!

I had planned to go into town today to take photos. The architecture is pretty stunning, ranging from the Romanesque right through to horrible modern buildings. There's a huge Cathedral in the centre, whose duomo is apparently the third biggest in Italy; there's another church nearby built in Lombard Gothic style, and another in Lombard Romanesque. There's even a castle here for crying out loud! However, the only way I'm going to attempt to photograph them is if the sun is shining and the skies are blue...or if there's a massive thunderstorm and the rain is lashing the heck out of them. (Apparently we're due a good temporale on Wednesday, but we have been due rain for an hour and still nothing...)

Beyond that, I've got nothing to do but parlare for the next month. Classes don't begin until the end of September, so it's just a case of going into town for a few hours, coming back, whiling away my time and all that. Oh, and drinking plenty of blood orange juice, which I have become crazily addicted to. A litre drunk in 24hours - vitamin C overload? Shall have to pop to Carrefour tomorrow and buy some more, especially as I now know that I can get the Linea 7 there and back. Sweet!

Time for some much needed Earl Grey, I think! Too much fruit juice can drive a man insane. (At least I would, if the "kettle" I had spotted in the kitchen hadn't turned out to be a Moka...which means it only brews coffee, and not tea. DAMN!)

In the course of the last few days I have travelled innumerable miles, spoken multiple languages poorly (including English), and have slept in no less than five different beds. I’ve been through France, Belgium, Luxembourg, Germany, Switzerland, and right now I’m sat in my cushy dorm room in Italy.

While the views from my window leave a lot to be desired (hello construction site), the views I’ve seen over the last view days have been incomparable. Having been driven through the endless Belgian countryside, the rolling Luxembourgian hills, over the Moselle, past the Rhine, up and over the Alps at Gotthard, and wandering the streets of Pavia, I’ve seen a lot of amazing views that some people never even see in their lifetime. I’ve slept in a traditional German Gasthaus, and an old Italian casa, and it’s all been good, fun-filled memories.

When I first got down to writing this, I'd been in Italy for less than 24 hours, and was sans internet, sans flatmates, and a long way from home. I'd been in Pavia for five hours, mostly spent looking for my accommodation and annoying professors, secretaries and security guards in the whole town by being lost!
Still, I found my Residenza, and my room, and then found out...I'm so far out of town I'm not even on a road that exists, I'm not all that close to a bus stop, and everything is miles away!

Sure, I may have a posh swipe-card to get in, an elevator next to my room, a TV room which (looking at the layout of this place, is more like a lecture theatre), a games room, and an ensuite bathroom, but I'm not exactly close to the University. I attempted walking back from town yesterday, and it took me an hour in the blazing sun. Honestly, while it was pretty...it's a ridiculous walk. I can't get a bus pass until I have a tax code, and I've yet to suss out where the nearest tobacconist is, so I can buy bus tickets whilst I don't have said code.

So, instead of waxing lyrical about the journey, let’s do the official rundown:
Day 1 – Wales to France: Standard. A bit choppy on the ferry, but, that’s to be expected.
Day 2 – France to Germany: So very, very long. I think I never want to see Belgium or Luxembourg again, just because I’ve had enough of ‘rolling hills’ for one lifetime! However, the Gasthous was nice, even if things were broken and the owners weren’t there to check us in!
Day 3 – Germany to Italy: Stunning. Possibly the most amazing journey possible to man. While the German end didn’t seem so appealing, once we hit Switzerland everything seemed amazing. Germany does “big” just to put you down, while Switzerland does “big” just to make you go “oooooooo”. Arriving in Italy, I found my language skills to be very rusty, but, there we go.
Day 4 – Certosa di Pavia to Pavia: Rushed. Apart from the fact my family needed to be in Kolmar that night, they took me everywhere I thought the Residenza would be. We visited colleges, the city streets, and so many other places, and yet nobody knew what the hell was going on apart from one woman at the end of a telephone.

Still, I made it here, and managed to get by with my rusty Italian. Admittedly, the Italians insist on speaking to you in English - except for in Carrefour, where the guy spoke so fast I assumed he said "Do you have a loyalty card?", answered "No", and then looked confused when he didn't offer me any bags - much to his annoyance I then queried this, and he replied "I asked. You said no!" Whoops! I've spoken more Italian in the last 48 hours than I have in the last two years, I guess. Most of it is repeating myself so that people will give me a definitive answer, because so far answers to "When..." have all been "Later" -- "When do I pay you?" "Later" -- "When do I get my tax code?" "I'll email you...later."

It's all good though, now we are three days in. Just got to keep at it, until lectures start at the end of the month!

It's rare I get to just write about something that isn't boring, or my daily life (what's the difference, eh?), but Scott Pilgrim vs The World has just moved its way into my Favourite Movies of All Time list. So right now I figure I need to get back to my bass, start up a shitty garage rock band, and get me my Ramona Flowers.

As a film, Scott Pilgrim is everything I've ever wanted. It's a comedy, it's got action, it's got romance, it's got nerdy references and a great soundtrack. Even though I hate Michael Cera films, this one is the exception to the rule. I probably should have read the original seven Scott Pilgrim books, but like most people I only discovered this recently - and I'm kinda glad I did. Blown away doesn't quite cover it.

Admittedly, things that are 'integral' to the Scott Pilgrim story are glossed over, like Ramona's travelling through subspace - sure, it's implied and she mentions it once, but when you know it's a part of what makes her "her", then you should maybe include a little bit more... Aside from that, it's just brilliant. If you're a nerd, anyway...

And since I'm such a fanboy, I've gone ahead and messed around on the Scott Pilgrim Avatar Creator. Sadly, the only thing I don't own is the Parka, otherwise it would be a damned accurate depiction!

As yet another week has passed me by, it's high time I actually started doing something. At least, this is the thought I should have had for the last two months. Instead, this has probably been one of the lamest summers in the history of lame, and I've yet to find one to surpass past summers which have involved trips to Canada, to Barcelona, and generally doing something more than sitting indoors being antisocial.

So, news. News, news, news. There is very little news, as ever. I've spent my nights playing Empire: Total War, perhaps one of the best strategy games going - so much depth, so little time. Currently running a campaign as the British, and the entire world is 'hostile' towards me - lovely, war with Spain, distrust from the United Provinces, a shaky alliance with a hostile France, and a shattered one with the Maratha Confederacy. All-in-all, I'm a real diplomat!
Still on the gaming front, my days have been sucked dry by World of Warcraft. Luckily, it's still free - free trial, one month free on purchase, free trial of Wrath of the Lich King. Twenty-six levels in, and I've yet to spend more than the cost of the game itself. So much for a subscription-based model, eh Blizzard? As we speak my level 26 Demonology Warlock is sat in an inn, waiting for me to come back so we can wreak havoc across the land. [sarcasm]My life is awesome![/sarcasm]

It turns out, while we're on the subject of awesome, that I'm awesomely underprepared for Italy. The next seven days are going to be part of one long string of phonecalls, forms, and emails all in the hope that I can sort out every last thing before I leave. So, that's sorting out my contract with Orange, extending my overdraft, applying to L'Universitat de Lleida, finding out how Pavia expects me to pay them for halls, and generally having a good old stress! Lovely stuff.

I'm also awesome at getting drunk enough to be cordial around people I know, but a total dick to those I don't. In fact, last night I received a Facebook friend request, and was at the stage of drunk that made me immediately go 'I have no idea who you are!" - instead of waiting until the morning, when I actually figured out the link between us, I decided to message the poor lass. Tragically, it probably gave off one of the worst impressions I've managed to present to someone. In the words of FTHC though: Well I'm not the only one who regrets the way they act, but I seem to be the only one who's honest with the facts.


I suppose that's it. You may leave now, filled with the sense of having accomplished your weekly charitable act by making it seem like my life is interesting enough to warrant reading about on a semi-regular basis. Ciao, tutti.

With two weeks remaining until I saunter on down to Italy, the pressure is really on to get things sorted before I leave. There are a few ‘issues’ I need to really start sorting, like my Lleida application, and my phone; as well as figuring out what I need to take, and what I don’t need to take. Overall, the main issues are going to be money (having to pay €800 on the first day is not looking at all fun), and language (since I’ve not exactly brushed up on my Italian for weeks!) – I reckon I can survive though. It’s not like I haven’t managed for the last two years.

A point of note, regarding this post, is that it’s being written with Live Writer rather than Blogger. I don’t know how it’ll turn out (hopefully as close to the blogger standard as possible), but, if I like it then it’ll stay as the path of choice for updating this blog. So far, I like that I can see the background, rather than just having a box to fill up, but, it almost seems like I’ve lost that ‘security net’ of bland old Web 2.0. So, a reason for this post being uber-bland, aside from my lame-ass life, is the fact I wanted to test this out ASAP.

Aside from all that – not much going on in the life and times of a poor student. The only thing aside from Italy that I have to look forward to is the UK release of Scott Pilgrim vs The World. Right now it’s the only thing that I’m totally psyched about – even if it does star Michael Cera, a guy that I’m not too keen on. In the words of a critic, on the original Scott Pilgrim comic: “It’s perfect if you were weaned on music records and nintendo games” – with a giant ‘in-joke’ jumping out in the form of Sex Bob-omb, I think it’s perfect for me (though I do want to get hold of all the original comics soon, having not read them…).

I think that’s about it, with no AOB floating around this week. Shame.

What to say; what to say?

First up: I have a shiny new laptop! Yay me! For those curious of the specs, we're looking at a 2.27GHz i3 processor, 2.87G RAM, 250GB HDD, and a fair number of USB ports (well, maybe not - there's an HDMI connection, a SATA hi-speed USB port, and two rear USB ports), and room for an SD reader too. Sweet. Windows gives it a 4.4 rating, as a baseline (which is based on the graphics being 'average'), and the highest score is a 6.4 for the processor. All-in-all, pretty sweet!

So, what with this new powerhouse at my fingertips, I've started clogging it up already! Daily doses of Sim City 4 have become the norm, with my eye on getting Empire: Total War in the near future. The rest of the time, I'm sitting scribbling pretentious 'essays' on my tumblr which is now totally language oriented - if there isn't some lengthy piece on languages on there, there's a video, or a song. It keeps me busy, and lets me blather on about things that would bore 90% of people, and get 10% of people annoyed as I don't reference my sources (Wikipedia, for those of you who care...)

In other news: We are down to 2 weeks, 4 days until I ship off to Italy. I still have to complete my forms for Lleida, because I really don't want to be doing those while I'm away on foreign soil. Part of me is starting to get nervous about it, but the rest of me is still 110% up for it. Let's get away while we can, eh, boys and girls? There will no doubt be a pre-leaving blog up on the Saturday (28th) or Sunday (29th), dependent solely on the state I get into on the Friday night. And, much as I've said it before, I will try my damnedest to try and update 'on the road' - I have a feeling the hotels won't have wifi, or they'll be at extra cost, so it may just be a case of "Hey, I'm alive!" when I get to Pavia. We'll see - early days yet!

I'd like to think that this pretty much covers everything of importance. So, we'll move on to the AOB:

1. I've got my mind set on a certain picture I once saw, but I can't seem to find it. This is a request: if anyone knows where one can find a photograph of Cwmparc at night, taken on a long-exposure from the road over to Nantymoel, please let me know!

2. I really need to head to Spillers before I leave. I've probably said that before, but, it's worth seriously noting. There needs to be a trip, and there needs to be a purchase - for too long have I gone in, browsed, and left. Now they're set up in their new building, it seems like the right time to start a new era in my musical collecting.

I've been itching to blog all day, as if my life is somewhat important (or as if I've done something vaguely interesting in the last seven days). I can, in fact, confirm that neither is true. So, really I'm just spamming up your RSS feed and providing the internet with yet more drivel from the "blogosphere".

I've turned into a right lazy son-of-a... lately. I've been drinking up to six cups of tea a day, sometimes interspersing it with coffee. I've been getting up later than normal - I actually got into a routine of bed at 9.30, awake by 8am, and then lost it somewhere along the way. Shame, really. All day I yawn, and that's not very polite, is it? I'm also getting very bored with this mundane routine of wake up, drink tea, surf the net, make lunch, drink tea, surf the net, play games, (maybe go for a walk), make tea, surf the net, have dinner, make tea, surf the net, make tea, go to bed. Suppose living in the doldrums is on my "to change" list.

I really have nothing interesting to say. It's quite a bad excuse for a blogpost really. We'll just skip to AOB:

1. Finally, I've got a shiny, new laptop on the way. It has all that I wanted as minimum specs, so that is good. It was ordered on Dell as a "Ships in 24 Hours" laptop - that was three days ago. It's not due for another three. Obviously, Dell is based in a factory travelling faster than the speed of light - twenty-four hours for them being six days for us...

2. I think I've practically invited half the world to visit me in Italy. "Just pay for your flights, I'll put you up." - think I'm going to have to check out the 'rules' of living in this place. Who knows, Italian halls might be a lot stricter than Cardiff when it comes to visitors.

3. Five weeks, four days until I hit twenty-one. Then I'm pretty much of legal age to do everything in the world, within reason of course. I suppose I should count that as a new stage of my life, and try to sort myself out appropriately. Go from mopey teenager, to cynical adult. All that jazz. It'll be amazeee.


And that...until I do something exciting, or get my new laptop, (whichever comes first)...is that. Itch satisfied.

Well, last week I gave up alcohol. Yesterday, I was downing a dirty pint in a friend's lounge. It's nice to see that I totally lack any sense of willpower at all. Alcohol will just have to sit as my primary vice in life - I can't escape it no matter what I do. I can avoid hard drugs, I can keep away from nicotine cravings, but I can't run from the sweet taste of alcohol...or so it seems.

What I've learnt, however, is that even if it is my primary vice, it doesn't come with any benefits. I pay for it in the mornings with my hangovers. I pay for it on the night with my exceptionally poor-form and emotional outbursts. In short - I probably pay for it more than I should really be paying for something I enjoy. I am shelling out financially, physically and psychologically - eventually, I'm going to be a shell-of-a-man...

In other news: I can start working on filling out the forms to get my ERASMUS grant for next year. The Insurance forms came today, and reading them is one of the criteria for getting the grant approved. I read them, and I laughed at how thorough insurance is these days - "You are not covered for cases of nuclear or biological terrorism, exposure to radiation, or cases of war, uprising, revolt, rebellion, civil war, or military sponsored coups" - could they be any more precise in their findings? I highly doubt it. However - getting this filled out will mean I'm one step closer to living abroad happily!

Also, last week I got around to teaching some Italian. It turns out that my Italian really needs brushing up on. At least the basics - things like foods, body parts, all that GCSE nonsense. I'll end up doing more of these little lessons, but, I'll also have to plan them a  bit more in future. Sitting around going "Uhm..." really drags out the time of a lesson. It'd be so much easier to say "Today, we're covering [x] [y] and [z]." Then again - I like a challenge...

And finally, a bit of AOB, to clear up things I'd rather not ramble about:

1. I've set myself up with a YouTube account. If I can get a laptop with a webcam, you can expect plenty of vlogs along with these updates whilst I am abroad. For now, I'll leave it at that - if things go right, I'll update with usernames (for handy subscribing purposes!)

2. As mentioned, I'm actually (finally) looking into getting a new laptop. While my dad says "Processors are all the same...", I'm on the lookout for a cheap i3. He's thinking via Dell; I'm thinking via PC World. We'll see.

3. The outward journey to Pavia has been finalised. It now stands at a trip from here to there, stopping in Calais, Baden-Baden and Certosa di Pavia. We just have to decide whether or not to travel via Reims, Strasbourg and toll roads to Baden Baden, or via Belgium and the autobahns.

4. The Ukulele is still on the cards. Watch this space!

And that - as they say - is that.

Last night, it is fair to say, I hit bottom. So, today has been spent clawing my way back up out of that abyss with plenty of tea and cake. Don't worry - I didn't do something...too silly. Just went off on one for no reason at all, and it made me feel very, very bad. What can you do, eh?

Well, to answer that I'm going to simply analyse the facts. I was drunk - quite so - and I was in the company of my ex-girlfriend. Was it her, or the drink? Personally, I blame the drink, for bringing out my inner demons. I don't like to let them roam - I just let them bubble to the surface and then beat them down with my "Grow the hell up" stick. So, when they come out, they're usually quite cranky and prone to ruin anything that's good about life. Including quadruple Gin and Tonics.

That is why I have decided - and laughably so - that I am not going to touch alcohol for the next month. In any form. So that's beers, ciders, wines, liqueurs, hard liquor, rum cakes, and assorted others. I would make the magical timescale a little longer, but I kind of organised a bit of a leaving shindig for the bank holiday weekend. Can't exactly be all "Well, I'm leaving. Drink up for me...and I'll have a coke." I suppose that would prompt more people to offer to buy me a drink, as I wouldn't be breaking their wallets... Hmm...

As far as this goes, it's a bit of a weak statement of 'learning a lesson'. I should really just say "I'm going cold turkey for a year." or something absurd like that. We'll see.


Time for a bit of AOB:

1. Despite my outburst, I am still going ahead with teaching Italian.
2. I really, really would like a ukulele. Yes, everyone has one these days just because they're "hip" and "cool", but, there's only so much you can do with a bass. I need to step into the land of melody.
3. Finally my ERASMUS forms have arrived. The only problem is that I don't remember the courses I applied to do in Italy (or rather the full names and codes). Oops.

I believe that's covered everything. If not. I don't particularly care. Just means more rambling for next time.

This week my parents decided it would be a good idea to take my brother and head off to Kent. I applaud their decision - I've had a quiet house since lunchtime on Monday, and it will continue this way until around 7pm on Friday night! However, it does mean that the day starts to drag a bit after about 8pm. Usually I'll have had the news on, some stimulating conversation about idiots in the workplace, and numerous calls for cups of tea. Instead, I'm marooned; trapped on an island that is slightly more bearable than the version currently inhabited by Noel "Robinson Crusoe" Edmonds on this week's Deal or No Deal.

Today i think I've added a new low to my life. I've decided to start a Tumblr tumblelog! So far, it's a bit empty, but clogging it up for the sake of clogging it up is no fun for anyone - readers or myself. So, whilst it's still in its infancy, I can try to get to grips with it because "Man, I don't get it at all!" - and I'm no Luddite.

In other, brief, news:

1. My laptop decided to get all sickly today. Finally, after months of struggle and heavy-breathing, it's succumbed to old-age and finally the hard drive has reached that point where it's about to collapse in under its own entropy. So, I think I have a month, tops, left on this thing before it goes kaput! In better news: the Parentals are suggesting buying me a new one, so I'm on the hunt for something in the i3 processor range. Nothing less for my computing needs!

2. In addition to adding Tumblr to my life, I've also agreed to start re-teaching my ex Italian. She was my star, and only, pupil last year. I thought she was progressing rather well - then we hit the wall, and yeah, everyone who's been an avid reader of this knows the rest. Anyway, we got talking last night, while a bit tipsy, and we came to the agreement that I should start teaching her again. I'm hoping to get a bit of an intensive 'revision' session in with her this week, if she can find time when she's not working - that way I know how much I have to do to get her back to her good standard.

3. Italy looks like it's going to bring some interesting things into my life. My dad has decided to drive there, because he's in need of a proper holiday I think. So, it'd mean leaving here at the end of August, and spending a few days driving through France, dropping me off in Pavia, and then they can head where they like. I'm sure they'd do an overnight stay or something, and I can be all showy with my Italian - shouting Buongiorno walking into shops; ordering coffee and grappa after meals; eating Tiramisù. Still, it sounds infinitely more fun than a flight from Heathrow, right?

Beyond all of that - life is progressing at the normal, sluggish pace. There are probably a few more things I could rabbit on about - the fact that I am missed by my housemates; how I'm constantly thinking about my future and the prospects of teaching; the terrible state my room is in now I've moved home, and how there is a slice of Jijona turrón sat on a plate on my TV still being uneaten - but they're probably stories for another day. After all, we don't want to run out of material do we?

You know that feeling you get when things start coming together? Well, I'm starting to feel it now. Seven years of Spanish, and two of Italian, are starting to finally pay off - and the dividends really aren't too bad. I know I've already talked about where I'd applied to go, but now it's so much closer and much more tangible! Well - Pavia is at least.

Yesterday I had the lovely surprise of opening my inbox to find an email from Pavia's Centro Assistenza Studenti. They had received and reviewed my application for accommodation, and were willing to offer me six months in a single room out in the Biomedical Residences. On the one hand, this filled me with glee - I have a potential place to stay! On the other, I have no idea where it is.

You see, Pavia, like most Italian Universities, is old. Its Halls exist pretty much in the centre of town, near all the Faculties. Collegio Nuovo is pretty much in the heart of Pavia, near to the Humanities Department; Santa Caterina da Siena is to the north-east, near to the Sciences Department. Other Collegi are dotted around, close to other departments. The more modern Residences seemed to be in the centre too. Simple enough, so far, right?

Well - I did some research. The Biomedical Residences are funded by the University College of Santa Caterina da Siena, naturally. The logical step, then, is to assume that they are going to be east of the town on the fringes near the Collegio (Santa Caterina da Siena is an all-female Collegio, while Biomedical Residences are mixed). Nope - it's not there. A little more digging led me to a street address - Via Giulotto.

After some time spent on Google Maps, I found out that Via Giulotto didn't exist...as far as they were concerned. Was I being led on a wild goose chase? It would seem so. Until I found another link mentioning the opening of the Residences - July 5th, 2010, the Foundation of Santa Caterina da Siena opened the new residences, situated on the Polo Cravino Campus, to students. Polo Cravino! Of course. Wait - where's Polo Cravino?

This is when panic set in. I know that Pavia has links with Mantova and Cremona. I know that they have an entire music department in Cremona; what's to say they don't have a Biosciences one there too? Again, it seemed like Google Maps might be enought to save me. So, I searched, and was led to find that Polo Cravino is the other name of the campus on Via Bassi - half an hour out of the centre. Essentially, I would have a half hour walk from the station on arrival...and a half hour walk to my lectures.

But - I'm used to that. I lived out my entire first year of study at Cardiff in Talybont North - initially a 30minute walk from lectures, but, by the end I could do it in 15. So, with that in mind, I snapped up the offer! I have a place to live in Pavia, for six months!

Now, the only problem is...where can I get a cheap flight out of here?

Time for another update. I am officially no longer a student of Cardiff University. Well, at least for another year. I passed Second Year, and with an average quite higher than I was generally expecting. Based off last years "general scraping in" I was going to be happy with a 55 for everything - in fact, I'd have been ecstatic with a 55 average, considering languages mark out of 80. Instead, I was granted the pleasure of a 65 average, boosted up by my spectacular 70s in Catalan and Italian Culture, and only lowered by my average performance in Spanish.

So, boosted by that high, I can genuinely say "I cannot wait to move out again!" - in fact, I've only been officially home-for-good since Monday morning, having spent my last night in the Cardiff House on Sunday. It was nice to sleep there one last time, but kind of disconcerting to see all the items of the new housemate sitting, accumulating dust, while I selfishly kept the room as-near-as-dammit to the end of the tenancy. Yet, since being home, I've been bored out of my skull.

The thing is, when you're going to go to a foreign country to live two things are of vital importance:

1. You're going somewhere new. You're either going to be scared, or you're going to love it. Personally, I am loving the thought of getting the hell out of this country for a year.

2. You have a shorter summer than everyone else, and you're not here after it, so nobody wants to employ you. "Oh hai, I'd like a job...for six weeks." doesn't really cut it in the World Of Work. It's the one downside to all this - since it means I have money for fleeting instances, while bills are still floating in from the house that I am obliged to pay. Joy!

In light of all of this, I've come up with the ingenious plan to visit my local tax office and finally get around to reclaiming back all my erroneous tax from the last 10 months. That'll be a nice £55 which should save my pockets when the dreaded Water Bill arrives in Cardiff. Then, it'll be off to Natwest to beg them every so politely, with maraschino cherries on top, to let me at my Third Year overdraft limit that little bit earlier. Yes - I'm that type of student. Sorry, and all that, Mister Tax Payer.

Anyhow, I'm just blogging to pass the time now. It seems one can only sit in the garden/sit in the lounge/sit on the laptop and read Iain M. Banks/listen to steampunk-esque music/play Assassins' Creed 2  so many times before the cabin fever sets in, and one finds the need to either break one's skull against a wall, or spork one's eyes out, just to add some spark to the day. Sure, I've been for walks. I've found diversions. It's just not enough when you're 'below the poverty line' in terms of your finances, and there is nothing to do for free in this heckhole except walk from A to B or look at things.

As such, I now have a "website of interest" for today and yesterday: Sleepycity.net where Urbexers (Urban Explorers) go scuttling through the metro systems of Paris, through the sewers of London, and over the rooftops of Manchester. In short: if you like architecture, or things that you don't normally see in your humdrum lives, check it out.  Which is exactly what I am going to do now!

A thought has just occurred to me, what with the sun being constantly on show this summer, and the prospect of going to two foreign towns that are big enough to warrant public transport, but small enough that public transport is only really for the old ladies and the sightseers, that I never learnt to ride a bike.

You know how everyone has one of those things they regret never doing? Some people regret not putting on that lottery ticket last week, because they were sure to win it. Others regret never being taught to swim by their overcautious parents. Me? I honestly regret never having an interest in riding a bike. I think it came from the fact that I grew up on a terraced row of houses, at the top of a hill. The prospect of going down to the main road involved a lengthy descent via one of six potential inclines - I could have gone down the three streets that connected our terrace to the road below; used the nearby park to go down without careening to my death; or I could have tried the lanes at either end of my section of houses.

However, I didn't. I remember my parents bought me a bike. It was a black one. A Wolfcub or something it was called, with this red and yellow thunderbolt on it, and a soppy looking wolf's head to boot. At least, that's how I remember it in my head. They put the stabilisers on it, and we went to the park to practice, but, to get into the park, there was a hill. That's no fun when you've not really learnt how to pedal AND not panic. So, needless to say, I had no interest in dying at such a young age. And the bike became resigned to the shed.

Now, almost aged 21, having lived in Cardiff for two years, and seen umpteen students biking to and from lectures; having been to Artà and seen the number of people who would bike just to enjoy the breeze; having been to Barcelona numerous times, and seen their amazing commuting program, making use of a bike rental (pick it up at one bike rack, and just make sure you drop it off at another one before you leave it unattended); having been to all these places and seen the fun that comes with it all...I wish I actually had put the effort in to learning to ride.

They say you can never forget how to ride a bike. Well, how about never actually learning in the first place? I think myself quite the social anomaly in terms of this. In light of this, I've been looking into how an adult can learn to cycle. It appears that the simplest way is just to get a bike, take the pedals off it, and 'scoot' until you feel you've got the knack of balancing - increase the scooting speed; increase the distance; increase the time with feet off the ground; add some corners - and then put the pedals back on, and see if two-and-two can be put together.

One day I'll master it. One day. But for now, car-less, penniless, and generally lacking motivation in this sweltering heat, I am resigned to sitting indoors, reading through my collection of Terry Pratchett novels, just to induce some kind of fantasy world which detracts from the fact that I live in a veritable Llareggub, without the sea! Right now, I've got more chance of learning to fly!

Another week has flown by in my ever expanding quest to find something to do. Apart from many nights of heart-racing dreams, including, but not limited to, being robbed, being shot at, being attacked, being chased, and generally being the target of the entire world, it hasn't really been an eventful week in terms of "things getting done".

It's taken me until today to fill out the application form for the Università degli studi di Pavia. It's all due back by July 9th, so that bad boy will have to be mailed ASAP, since it has to go via Cardiff's ERASMUS department. We're meant to be doing two culture modules and a language refresher course in order to 'pass the year', but, since I don't exactly want to pay €150 to study 50 hours of Italian (and neither does anyone else) we've been granted the privilege of being able to study three culture modules instead. My proposed semester abroad looks a little like this:

60 hours of Italian Renaissance Literature
60 hours of Modern Italian Literature (mostly focussed on Italo Calvino)
60 hours of Medieval Art History

So, all in all, from October to mid-January, I have a grand total of 180 hours of University to attend, which is roughly three quarters of an average Cardiff semester, by my bad math. All I have to do is get it sent off, and hope that it gets approved by the folks in Cardiff. Then it's time to start worrying about flights, transport, and general living costs for the first month, since I won't be attending the language classes but will be expected to be there from September 2nd.

All in all - this is hella-stress. And just think, I have to do it all again in November for Lleida; and I won't even be in the country, so that'll be mountains of fun! Part of me is counting down the days til I leave; and part of me is counting down the days til I can come back, finish my degree, and actually get a job and start earning proper money. Oh well, quello che sarà, sarà.


In beardy news: I am looking more and more like a tramp each day, and with the new haircut I now look like I'm aiming to be Ed Norton in American History X, but I'm not quite there yet. Anyway, we're only just coming up to Week 3. My target is 6 weeks, which will take me up to July 11th; and if it doesn't fill-out by then, I'll go back to being resigned to being clean-shaven.