Palermo

Whats up guys. I wrote a blog on the train to Palermo which I cant post right now because I wrote it on my laptop and Im in an internet cafe right now, unable to get the blog off of my laptop and put it on the computer Im currently using. And I cant figure out how to make apostrophes. Im pretty upset by that. Anyway, there will be a blog before this one about my train ride and such.

But I have a bunch of time on this computer, so I might as well write a new blog right here. Arent you excited(question mark) As far as recent blogs go, I dont like the lack of pictures. I really only write these stupid things so I can put up sweet pictures, and without them I think my blog loses a lot of its...picturesqueness. But enough dillydallying, on to todays blog.

I went to the catacombs here in Palermo today and saw tons of dead bodies. It was a strange place. As one of my current roommates pointed out, it is not necessarily spooky inside the catacombs, just eerie. Which is counterintuitive. I expected to be really upset, looking at a bunch of skeletons, but I couldnt muster up any genuine horror. After the catacombs, I took a nap on a park bench, cementing my status as a European bum. I woke up after a half hour and walked up the main Palermo street, Via Maqueda, to see the main sights. I first came to Teatro Massimo, a big theatre. Of course I figured I should see a show in the theatre, so I enquired about the cheapest tickets and was told they were 10 euros, which I deemed to be a sound investment of my financial backerss money (backerss: the money of the backers. no apostrophes, remember). I gave the guy 20 euros and received 15 back. I havent been out of school long enough to miss this mathematical error, but whether the mistake was made in sympathy or in earnest, I didnt find out because I was already headed out the door.

The show was very interesting. It was an opera. In German. With an Italian translation projected on a screen above. This translation was very helpful to me, as you can imagine. I fell asleep again during it for a couple minutes, but I did enjoy the experience (the theatre, I mean, not the sleep, though it was also nice). The theatre (Ill put pictures up later) had seven different layers: the floor and six balconies which stacked vertically straight upwards. It was built in the late 1800s and I felt like I was going to see Lincoln sitting across from me. I was in the very top balcony, so it was a little hard to see, especially because the seats were set a little ways back from the edge of the balcony, so I had to lean forward the whole time. I got the gist of the plot: it was a love story. I cant tell you much more than that, but Im glad I went all the same. I got to see some genuine opera singing. This wasnt exactly a life goal of mine, to see some good opera, but it was pretty cool. There was a very good orchestra playing too, so I got to listen to them.

Im going to bed early tonight! Goodnight everyone.