Race to knowledge? Nope. Just racing.
When we got back from Campania it hit me that we really don't have much time left, and there were things I wanted to do in Rome that I hadn't done yet! One of these things- soccer match! So, on Saturday night me and 4 of my friends went to see a Roma-Napoli game. What an experience. People waving flags and throwing smoke bombs every 5 minutes (which was completely normal), and yelling chants that we mumbled along to because we didn't know the words... It was great. Unfortunately the game was tied 2-2, but that didn't stop fans from continuing their celebrations after the game ended... the bus ride back was quite an experience in itself...
See all the smoke?
Sunday was quite exciting as well- Dylan came to visit! It was great to hang out with a friend from home, and it made me realize how much I miss everyone else... but also how accustomed I've become to my friends here, and how I've changed here and there during the semester...
I took Dylan on a 3-hour tour of basically all of the important things in Rome, which I'm sure (or rather, hope) he repeated in detail the next day. On Tuesday, since it was Labor day, we decided to check out what was advertised as 'Free rock concert, 2PM-11PM'. When we got to the location, it was just a stage with giant speakers, blasting pre-recorded american songs while Italian youths drunkenly danced... so we left. We climbed the Aventine, where there is a very cool gate- if you look through the key-hole, you can see St. Peter's dome!
We also took advantage of the day's 1-euro museum entry fees and went to the Palazzo Altemps, where we saw lots of Roman statues...
Dylan left Wednesday morning, and we went on a fieldtrip to EUR, the facist-designed area of the city. We saw a lot of interesting and slightly shocking Facist art (nazi salutes all around) and ended at the Museo di Civilta' Romana. The museum is filled with models of different statues, monuments, and other things from Roman history, and a giant plastico map of Constantinian Rome. It was like walking through a video montage of our semester, and spending an hour looking at the giant map, being able to identify most buildings on it, made me realize just how much I've learned here.
The over-all aura of finals and endings has gotten me thinking a lot about going back. Of course, I still have a week in Paris and a week in Dublin before I get back to the States, but the actual ICCS program ends in exactly one week. It's a very bitter-sweet feeling, as these things always are. On the one hand (men), I am very much ready to never ever have a Centro field trip again. On the other hand (de) when I woke up Thursday morning and realized the day before had been my last ever Centro field trips, I felt a little bit empty inside. There are a lot of things I'm excited to go back to in the U.S., like burritos, burgers and toilet seats. But there are more things I'm sad to leave behind- pasta, coffee, the Pantheon... And of course friends. It's funny to look at my first post on this blog, where I wrote about my fear of coming to a strange place where I know nobody- and now I'm leaving a city I know quite well (at least the ancient version!) and some great friends. Now, instead I worry about what it will be like going back. The thought of $1 bills makes me confused, and the idea of understanding what people around me are saying is strange. My friends back at school have spent a semester without me, and naturally friendships and dynamics have changed completely, which will be weird to return to, being totally out of the loop. Also, after spending 3.5 months in the Classics bubble, I worry what I will seem like to my friends, and what I will do when people don't understand my Latin grammar jokes and why Tufa and Opus quadratum are hilarious.
Wow, this has been quite depressing... I'm gonna get back to finals studying now!











