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Opera Night
Tuesday Julie, Jeanette, and I went to the opera – The Barber of Seville! We decided to get dressed up since we rarely get really dressed up to go out. We met up with some other Umbra kids and staff for appertivi at a pub or restaurant. It was more like a buffet and you were allowed one drink on the house (well, we had really already paid for it when we got our ticket for the opera). So I ordered a glass of white wine. Everyone else
had just a little bit of wine pulled into their glass, but the bartender decided to fill my glass to the brim with wine. TO THE BRIM! Luckily, my roommates helped me finish it because there are no way I would be able to drink all that in one sitting and be able to pay attention to an opera, especially one in Italian. After our appetizers we headed to the opera which was supposed to start at 8:30. We walked up and up and up to our seats. We reached one level when we realized the stairs to the next one were plain concrete and we had to open this little attic door to go up the stairs. So up we went again until we reached our seats. They were a
ctually pretty decent since they were right in the middle - just very high up. Also they were bench seats without backs. The 6 of us in our little box sat in the box in our nice dresses on these very uncomfortable wooden benches for hours and hours. I think it finally let out at midnight. For 3 hours we sat on these benches. Every other level had nice chairs with cushions on them. I guess I shouldn't complain since I basically got a dinner and tickets to the opera for 20 euro. The opera was fantastic. The music was wonderful, the playhouse was gorgeous, and the actor's voices were unbelievable. Unfortunately we were just dog tired at the end of it and then had to walk back to the apartment. I was in awe with the Italian women and how often they wear heels on those hills. Now I have a new appreciation for them. Walking uphill is not the problem. The problem is walking downhill in heels. It's virtually impossible: it's much easier to just sort of jog down the hill. Maybe rolling would have been easier, but I didn't want to get gravel stains or cuts in my dress. Plus, I would just look silly rolling down a rocky, stony street.
had just a little bit of wine pulled into their glass, but the bartender decided to fill my glass to the brim with wine. TO THE BRIM! Luckily, my roommates helped me finish it because there are no way I would be able to drink all that in one sitting and be able to pay attention to an opera, especially one in Italian. After our appetizers we headed to the opera which was supposed to start at 8:30. We walked up and up and up to our seats. We reached one level when we realized the stairs to the next one were plain concrete and we had to open this little attic door to go up the stairs. So up we went again until we reached our seats. They were a
ctually pretty decent since they were right in the middle - just very high up. Also they were bench seats without backs. The 6 of us in our little box sat in the box in our nice dresses on these very uncomfortable wooden benches for hours and hours. I think it finally let out at midnight. For 3 hours we sat on these benches. Every other level had nice chairs with cushions on them. I guess I shouldn't complain since I basically got a dinner and tickets to the opera for 20 euro. The opera was fantastic. The music was wonderful, the playhouse was gorgeous, and the actor's voices were unbelievable. Unfortunately we were just dog tired at the end of it and then had to walk back to the apartment. I was in awe with the Italian women and how often they wear heels on those hills. Now I have a new appreciation for them. Walking uphill is not the problem. The problem is walking downhill in heels. It's virtually impossible: it's much easier to just sort of jog down the hill. Maybe rolling would have been easier, but I didn't want to get gravel stains or cuts in my dress. Plus, I would just look silly rolling down a rocky, stony street.
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