It was such a long night last night. I did not finish talking to my family on Skype until about 3 o’clock this morning. I was glad I was able to see everyone even though it was pretty late. I miss them dearly and have been frequently home sick. I hope some traveling will help me ease out of that phase. Having a great big tummy ache did not help me to sleep either. I pretty much stayed up until 4 or 5 in the morning. I am well aware that lack of sleep is not healthy but it’s just too hard to sleep sometimes. The people in Sansepolcro don't even go home until about 2 in the morning.
We learned our numbers in Italian today. We can count up to a few billion. I still can’t help but use either Spanish or French when I’m speaking Italian. I am really trying hard to break this habit. I hope it works.
In Learn to Travel, we found out that Dr. Webb has planned our travels for this weekend as a whole group. We are going to go the Anghiari, then Arezzo, and then back to Sansepolcro. I cannot wait to travel outside our city walls. The only thing we have to do is buy our tickets, in Italian!
Art History today was beyond amazing! As a class, we went to the Museo di Sansepolcro. I was amazed by all the neat art works they had. Back then, Italians were more known for painting frescos than anything else. I just hope that I can paint like that one day. I felt so good about art today that I started a drawing myself; it’s an angel sculpture from one of the churches we were lucky enough to see.
After the museum, we went to go see Signor Andreini, Prof.ssa Sara’s father. He showed us a lovely church called the Church of San Francesco. Signor Andreini was marvelous with all the facts that he was able to share with us. It was very interesting to know an Italian perspective of my religion. It was so cool to see what other people were not able to see.
We got to go under the church altar in a room where Berti Reniari was kept in a casket. He was a great man of his time. Everyone knew him and spoke greatly of him. He was almost a saint; that’s how important he was. He has been at the Church of San Francesco for seven hundred and five or so years now. Two or three years ago, someone had snuck down to the casket, pried it open and oddly, stole his right arm! No one really knows why but they think it’s because people believed that having the bones or remains of a highly respectable catholic, saint, or clergy men was good for the soul. They believed that the remains will help them in the long run.
Today was one of the best days ever here so far!

Arrivederci!