Only in Italy do men wear mustard coloured trousers.

Buon giorno
Yesterday I ventured to the post office after school to pick up an application form (yellow/green kit) for permisso di son giorno.  It is a kit that is required to send to the police department.  It gives the foreigner residency and they fingerprint you in case you are bad. There is a rather large post office at the end of Via Fiesolana and the system is very similar to our passport office in Rockwood Mall.  You take a number from a machine.  Each letter on the machine is designated for something.  So as I sat there waiting for P438 to be called I decided to update my blog.  You have a choice of letters on the machine...A,E.L and P dependant on which service you want.  My classmates have been telling me horror stories about how difficult this process is.  Well I am focussed on it being easy breezy.  I have helped people fill out forms for the last ten years so how hard can this really be?  Ooops I forgot it is all in Italian.  Good thing I got internet..at least I have free translation and I know I will figure it out.  I seem to be learning more Italian every day.  At least I can roll the r's and it sounds not too bad.  On the screens above the ticket counters in the post office there are video screens.  I was just reading some sort of recipe and then a Laurel and Hardy clip came on.

I am excited about going to the St. Ambrosio market on Saturday morning.  I am going to stock up so I can make quick dinners and lunches.  I find that there is not enough time to eat when you want to.  I wish I would have brought some of those take out containers from home.  God knows I have a million of them.  School is quite rigorous.  I have a lot of homework and the evening fly.  This weekend looks like a major work weekend at home.   I start my first night class tonight.  It is a lecture on human anatomy.  Next week I have life drawing on Friday evenings.  If I can whistle through the bargues before I come back to Canada I will have the opportunity to do portrait classes on Mon and Tues evenings.  The bargue I chose is a lot more difficult than I thought.  It is a hand.  Figures I would pick the most difficult one.
Below is a picture of my school and part of Via Fiesolana.

Sometimes when I am in a rush I usually walk right by it until I figure out I am at the corner.  It is a great school.  My schedule now runs about 12 hours per day.  I leave the house at 8:30 and am back usually by 8:00pm.  I was teasing one of my classmates today because he has already done his homework exercises and I learned that the kids who make it here are really maximizing their time well.   I have set a schedule for myself too.  I am up at 5:30am and work till 8:00.  Then off to school and back home for lunch.  Lunch is my only down time and when I most likely will answer emails and update this blog.  Back to school at 2pm till 8 most nights and then from 8-11 more work till I can't look at it anymore.  I just need to find time for yoga and other stuff.  Right about now I could use a nap but must get going for our afternoon session.  Today we are drawing a cast.  This is in preparation for our model next week.
Till we meet again.  Arrivederci.