Bella regazza

Ciao everyone! It has been a very long time. I will give you some highlights of my life up to today.
It was a normal boring week of classes. We watched some really good silent films in my american cinema class including a charlie chaplain film and one called "Amerilie Of Clothes Line Alley" that was really funny. Oh we also watched one called "It" that was histerical. Also, one day, I thought I didn't have class until 2, but at 12:10 I realized my history class was at 12:30. I ran full speed to the bus stop with my hair still dripping wet and stood there watching my watch trying to figure out how late I would be after the 15 minute bus ride.
I look to my left and much to my delight, my history professor was standing right next to me smoking a cigarette and reading the paper! I did a double take because I didn't realize it was her at first and then I said "Professor Rosenthal- arn't we supposed to be in class in ten minutes?" She looks at me and coughs and says (with her Italian accent) "Yea. I am so dreading class. I drank way to much I am extremely hung over. Look at my eyes!" She lifts up her sunglasses and there are big dark circles under her eyes. She starts talking about how she went out with her college friends the night before and got wasted and overslept this morning. She also complained because the newspaper that she writes for changed her article without telling her. Then she started complaining because she had to leave for jerusalem the next day and she had forgotten about it so she had to cancel class for monday. She sat next to me on the bus and kept telling me all these fascinating things, and she kept swearing at me! She said "oh my goodness I am so tired" and I said "me too I can't wait to go home and take a nap after this." Then she goes "Fuck you! I still have two meetings after this class!" That is the first time a college professor has ever said that to me. I adore her.
We got to school at 12:35 (class started at 12:30) and she said "I am going to go get a coffee and write up the notes for today. Tell everyone I am coming" She didn't show up to class until 12:50, and she wore her sunglasses the whole time.
Other than that my week was uneventful, until thursday. It was our friend Emery's birthday, so we went to the boys house and cooked dinner for them. We made a chicken stir fry, some garlic bread with mozzerella melted on it, and rice. It was delicious.
After dinner we all went out seperate ways only to be reunited at 5 am at our apartment for two cabs to pick up all ten of us (Me, Caroline, Amy, Alexa, Alyssa, Britt, Emery, Zack, Rob and Dan) to take us to the airport! We were off to Trapani, Sicily for the weekend. The flight took only about 40 minutes. We landed to find beautiful, warm, sunny weather as we stood and waited for the bus. The bus took us to a quaint little seaside city that was almost deserted (since it is the off season.) After wondering around trying to find our bed and breakfast forever, we stopped to ask some police officers who were driving by. They were so so nice and the driver spoke very good English. They took Amy's phone and called Antonio, the man who owns the bed and breakfast we were staying at. They spoke on the phone for a while until eventually they picked out a spot for us to meet Antonio so he could lead us to the right place.
We found Antonio, a short little older man carrying a brown leather man purse, and he lead us down windy little alley ways to our home for the weekend. It was perfect. On one side was a kitchen, two bedrooms, and two bathrooms. Three girls stayed in each room. On the other side of the building was an apartment with a kitchen, a pull-out couch, a fold-out ottoman (that made a twin bed) and a double bed with one bathroom where the four boys stayed. There was a door seperating our two apartments, and there was no one else in the building. Even though it was called a bed and breakfast, there was never any breakfast.
All of us were exhausted so we took a brief nap before heading out to explore the beautiful city. I am going to add a slideshow to this entry to show all the pictures because there are sooooooo many beautiful things to show you! Unfortunately, the pictures do not do Trapani any justice.
The boys, who are more girly than the six of us girls combined, went out shopping for the day. We waited around for them forever to go to dinner because none of them were answering their phones. When they finally came back they had millions of shopping bags and were sooo excited about their purchases. Rob and Zack, the two guidos, had both bought shiny silver sneakers. They had all bought pretty flowy scarves and stylish t-shirts. I really think they are all girls trapped in a boy's body. The boys then all took lengthy showers, styled their hair with gels, mousse, and sprays, smothered themselves in cologne, tried on ninety different outfits, and put on their pretty new shoes until f i n a l l y they were ready.
We all headed out to a pizza place they had found, and it was soooooo delicious. I got a Romana pizza which was mozzerella, tomato, and prosciutto. To die for. After that, we wandered around the empty city trying to figure out what the people of Trapani do for fun on a Friday night. We eventually came across a man who told us a new pub/disco had opened up and told us how to get there. It was called Prima Classe, and we could hear the music bumping from a mile away. When we got to the door it was just Amy, Caroline and me, and the four boys. There was a list to get in, and they said there was no way we could go in. Suddenly it dawned on Amy that if they knew there were more girls than boys they would let us in. She flashed them a big pretty smile and said "Bella regazza- six!" and called the other girls over. Bella regazza means beautiful girls, and whenver people call us that they give us free things. Amy is a genious. The men all smiled and said "Ooooh bella regazza!" and let all ten of us in.
It was an interesting place. It was dark and everything was painted red and black. The DJ played sort of techno jazz music and everyone was very stylish. We did not stay long because we had a long day ahead of us on Saturday.
Saturday we all, slowly but surely, got out of bed at 7 am. Britt, Alyssa and Alexa had met two guys the day before, Sebastian and Dominico, who were the captains on a ferry that takes people back and forth from Trapani to the island Favignana. They told them all about the great things to do on the island and told us to come take the ferry at 8 am the next day.
We ran to the docks and found Sebastian and Dominico. The boys had to sit down in the regular seats, but the six girls got to go sit up with the captain at the very top of the boat. We sat on a little couch and they offered us coffee and told us all about their families. It was such a fun boat ride and it went by so fast. We arrived on the Island and the boat left, and we realized this island was even more deserted than Trapani was. All the shops were closed, and it was freezing cold and rainy. We were trying to find a place where we could rent scooters, but they were all boarded up. Then the girls talked to some guy who found a scooter shop owner for us, who opened up his shop and let us rent some scooters! We rented five total- three for the girls, and only two boys wanted them. The girls all doubled up on scooters- me and Caroline, Amy and Britt, and Alyssa and Alexa.
We all looked ridiculous wearing ponchos and helmets. The boys took off and disappeared, and the six of us slooooooooowly drove off to see what we could find. I don't even know how to describe the sites we saw next. We drove towards these huge, beautiful mountains, then went under them through a long windy tunnel, and came out on the other side with breathtaking views of the ocean, farms, fields, and animals. It was a once in a lifetime experience, and we never wanted it to end. The pictures just do not do any justice to what we saw.
After riding around for a few hours we started coming up towards a tall, beautiful lighthouse. As we got close we realized it was a military base and there were signs warning us not to go near it. Just then, Amy and Britt got a flat tire. Also at the same time, the wind picked up, the temperature dropped, and it started to pour. We called the scooter guys to see if they could come fix the tire, but they wouldn't answer. Caroline and I hopped on our scooter and started the long journey back to town to see if we could find them.
They were no where to be seen. The town was completely empty- not a soul in sight. The wind was ridiculous and it was so cold, so caroline and I nestled down in a little tunnel to shelter us from the elements. We called the girls to tell them to hold tight and we'd see if we could find the boys. Lucky for them, the military guys had seen the four beautiful girls stranded outside their base, and, despite the fact that it was strictly forbidden, let them in. They made the girls coffee and played fooseball with them until they eventually got the scooter guys to come out and fix the flat tire.
We eventually all met up again, found the boys, and rushed to catch the two o'clock ferry back. We got on the wrong ferry- Sebastian and Dominico were not there. However when we got off the ferry there was a little man standing there calling for Britt. Sebastian had sent him to meet us when he found out we got on the wrong ferry. He wanted us to wait for him there until he got back from the ferry trip. Britt, Alyssa and Alexa waited, and the rest of us went back to nap. When they got back they said Sebastian and Dominico wanted all ten of us to meet them at eight and they would bring us all to a nice restaurant for a delicious dinner. Unfortunately, the boys were dying for chinese food, and we weren't going to go without them. We also overslept and missed eight o'clock anyway. So the six girls headed out to find some place to have dinner. We eventually found a hopping pizza place right on the ocean. There were tonnnnnns of people waiting to be seated, but as soon as the host saw us he whipped up a table and sat us before anyone else. Everyone there was staring at us and I think some people were probably pretty angry. We all ordered some more delicious pizza and the waiters kept coming over to talk to us and help us figure out a place where we could go drink and dance that night.
When we had all finished our pizza one waiter came up and said "We have a surprise for you!" A minute later they came out and gave us a delicious nutella dessert pizza. It was awesome because we were going to order one anyway, but instead we got one for free! We eventually asked for the check, but they didn't want us to leave so they brought us out a free bottle of champagne! We love Trapani. Hours later- probably around midnight- we finally left. On our way out the door the little old Italian waiters were sitting there saying "pleaaase! dont' goooo!" The waiters wanted us to meet them out at Prima Classe that night, but we had to wait and see what the boys wanted to do.
We ended up going to a little place down the street from us. During the day it is just a pastry shop, but at night there is a DJ who plays great music and people go to drink and dance. There were just a handfull of little highschool aged Italian boys there dancing. The ten of us walked in and the six girls sat and laughed histerically as the boys danced like fools. Some of the Italian men, especially this one guy in a purple sweater and one guy in a white sweater, were all over the boys trying to dance with them. It was the funniest thing ever.
The next day everything was closed and we just sat around playing games all day long until our 10 oclock flight that night. We were home by 11:30 that night.
Just to make this entry a little longer, let me tell you about what is going on right now. Last night all the girls went out (except me and Alexa) with the boys. At 3:30 am all the girls (accept Alyssa) and Rob came back here. They were hanging out in the living room when Alyssa and the other boys got here. However, when they went to unlock the door, it wouldn't unlock! In these apartments not only do you need a key to get in, but you need the key to get out- there is no doorknob. The key would NOT turn on either side of the door. They were stuck outside, and everyone else was stuck in the apartment. Alyssa ended up sleeping on the boys couch last night. When I woke up this morning for my nine oclock class, Caroline told me that we couldn't get out and that the fix-it guys were going to get here sometime after nine. We had to call our teacher and let her know that we were stuck in the apartment so we would be late for class. She thought it was hillarious and told us not to worry about it. It is now 11 oclock- our class goes from 9-12. The fix it guys had to completely tear apart our door. Caroline and I had to use a butter knife to unscrew all the screws on our side of the door, and they crashed the door down from the other side. They are still replacing it, and we can't leave until they do. This is my first time since freshman year of college to miss a class. However, this was obviously out of my hands. How the heck do you get locked INSIDE an apartment? What if there was a fire? Oh well. We survived.
Congratulations, you just finished reading the longest journal entry ever.