Roman Holiday

Thanks to the excellent instruction in all things Latin from Mrs. McKaig during my time at PD, I felt totally knowledgeable today in my art history class. My teacher was showing us a room in the Villa Farnesina with paintings by Raphael about Cupid and Psyche and she said something along the lines of "I would never expect this of you, but does anyone know the story of Cupid and Psyche?" I had already been talking a lot during class (answering a bunch of questions about dates that I have spent the last week memorizing), so I fought the urge to raise my hand, mainly because I don't want my classmates thinking I'm a know-it-all. But, in that case, I totally knew it all, because Mrs. McKaig's Valentine's Day hearts worked wonders. I've been told some PD teachers have looked at the blog, so if you're one of those teachers, let Mrs. McKaig know that I say thanks.

Anyways, tomorrow I fly out of Ciampino Airport for the first time. I am a bit apprehensive (side note: has anyone ever said "apprehensive" without a qualifier? Whenever I've heard it used, it is always "a bit apprehensive" or "somewhat apprehensive". Anyways, moving right along...) about that situation. Ciampino is the cheap airline airport, and I've never flown these things. I guess I had better get used to it.

Anyways, why I'm going to Ciampino is this: I get to go to the Lion King opening in Paris! Great success. The plan is to get in, meet cousin Peg at the metro station (all dressy, by the way. I have no idea what I'll do with my sportcoat when I'm at the hostel the next night), and go from there. Actually, I have no clue what I'm doing tomorrow, and tomorrow is even more structured than the subsequent day, when I'll be in Paris on my own. Champs-Élysées, here I come! I plan on eating at your 2 story Haagan Daaz restaurant, simply to remind myself of good times of old (like 3 years old, actually). Also, on that street I will be able to see the last McDonalds I ever went into with the intention of ordering food (I did not. They had no Butterfinger McFlurry. I will not eat at McDonalds until they bring that back. It's been over 5 years since I last ate at one so far). I mean, that has huge historal significance, clearly.

As far as this week, there has been very little exciting since Assisi. Work work work, boring boring boring. I should go to bed now (11:09 PM), because my alarm is set for 5:40. Bleh.