Mass

            I am officially 20 ½. That sounds dumb. When we were in Florence shopping in one of the markets, this woman can up to us to ask us about or opinion on a scarf for her daughter. She asked how old I was. I think it was the first time someone has asked me how old I was since I turned 20, it feels sooo weird to say I’m 20.

            In class, we talked about cancer some more. After, we went back down to the market. It wasn’t as good as yesterday.

            This evening, I got to experience Mass in Italy. I kept saying I really wanted to go one Sunday, but no one else seemed interested, plus, we had class in the morning. But this afternoon, a few people wanted to go so I decided to join them at the last minute! We went to the church at the very top of the mountain, Santa Margherita. It was beautiful, didn’t understand a word, but it was beautiful! And, it was Pentecost, so even more of an experience! Two of the other girls I are not Catholic, so of course comes the dilemma of what to do during communion. We decided to go up with our arms crossed on our chest, like you would in the States, to receive a blessing. When I got up, I didn't stop or look at the priest, and went straight back to my seat. However, one of the other girls apparently stopped and the priest gave her this really funny looked and said, “You Catholic?” She shook her head and he shooed her away with the wafer in his hand and told her to go back to her seat! I guess we should have stayed there to begin with. Whoops.

            We went back to Café Delgi Artisi tonight for dinner! Once again, delicious! They like us there :).