We worked hard in class today with a lovely little model. Rosaria. Dark long hair pulled back in a PreRaphaelite style. So classically Italian. She didn't speak a word of English and none of us spoke a word of Italian. It was challenging. Thank goodness Ivano showed up to translate for us. We are going to see if we can hire her for a couple of hours at the villa for a photo shoot. "photo shoop' I called it at dinner today, after a few drinks.

It's late. I've had a merry time (I'm afraid we were the typical loud obnoxious Americans, but we had a merry time) at the table with Kim, Michelle, Cheryl, Katy and Jen. After quite a bit to drink we have a plan. Kim and I, both divorced, will go to dinner alone to see if we can be approached by Italian men. Or any men. Jen gave us advice because she had dinner alone tonight and seemed very successful at meeting quite a few.

The problem is, Michelle, Cheryl, Katy and Jen plan on watching from a distant table and sending us clues. It sounded like an excellent idea until then. But we're going to give it a go.

But maybe tomorrow when we awake refreshed we may realize this was not so good an idea.

After class today we went directly to a bus stop, caught a bus, transferred to another bus, and wound up in Fiesole. We climbed the steep hills to an overlook with a fantastic view of Forence, relaxed in the breeze, took some photos, made our way down the hill, back onto the bus, transferred to another bus, wound up back in the neighborhood of our villa, where we split into 2 groups and I wound up just where I began this blog...at dinner with Kim, Michelle, Cheryl, Katy and Jen, where we had a merry time.

And now I'm going to bed.