Palermo is filthy dirty feral dog infested and stinking hot

I am not a fan of the big group we got going now that class has started. And by class has started I mean that we are being graded on how well we hang out. Example: I was ready on time for a group excursion to the market: "4.0!" During dinner at the apartment I share with two other girls the other night, Alli was playing Civilization 4. Noel walked in: "Alli Urban, 2.8!"

So we'll see how that goes.

I spent Tuesday running errands with Alli. We spent at least 45 minutes in the post office, trying to send a package to the states. It was frustrating, but I was proud of myself sending a package (successfully? we'll soon find out) without knowing any Italian.

On Wednesday, the class went up to Monreale Cathedral, where the Pantocrator and Theotokos (famous Byzantine mosaics) are. The church was stunning, and we stayed on the hill for lunch. Apparently it reached 111° F and is cooler in Tunisia.

On Thursday we had a group outing to the beach. I am a little sick of the salt water but the heat was oppressive. Then I saw a jelly fish and headed in for most of the day. 5 people got stung (none too badly though). We played some ultimate frisbee in the water, which, for my part, mostly consisted of falling down in front of whoever currently handled the frisbee.

Friday we went to Vucceria to get ingredients for a class dinner. Some people went to the Archaeological Museum, but I wasn't digging the group mentality and my alone time got turned into being left behind. Despite that, Eric, Mike, Matt and I made an awesome dinner, I caught up with Jared, and ran around the raw sewage beach front with Angie and Eric until 2am.