Where are we?!

I am the worst. Truly, I can't believe I have deprived all of you of the ever-valuable information of my life. I'm sure you have all been wandering around for the past few weeks, constantly reloading this web address and frantically asking yourself, "WHERE IS A NEW BLOG? IS JORDAN OK? IS HER LIFE PLAYING OUT LIKE THE MOVIE TAKEN?". If you got so far as to actually become concerned about my well-being, chances are many of you took to calling my mother and got a response somewhat around, "Of course my daughter hasn't updated her blog. I didn't expect her to make it past a couple of weeks. Oh, and yes, she is fine, I talked to her on the phone the other day. And all she talks about is drinking, drinking, drinking! I hope she realizes she's still 20 when she gets back." And after this point, your conversation would continue on about some sort of gossip or the deal my mom got at Dick Sporting Goods just the other day, you really should go, because they have all this great NIKE and Underarmor gear for 75% off and yes, if you have a Dick's card like she does, you get an ADDITIONAL 10% as well!

I kid. I love that my mother finds deals at Dicks, since I tend to receive a lot of said Nike gear from these excursions. ANYWAY, now on to the boring stuff.

So, I left you off with the gym experience. Since then I have learned to only go during the day, but not on Wednesday's because the creepy man in the tight pants goes on Wednesday's and will continually, without fail, try to spot me when I bench. I have also learned it is not safe to go at night, as Italians do not believe in deodorant and it is too crowded and smelly to achieve anything. The same goes for the community pool on Monday nights. Not only does everyone in freaking Siena want to go swimming, but they also have the water aerobics class going on, although I can't complain about this because they play some sweet German techno music to get them pumped up and working hard.

But, for more exciting news... My daddy came! And we had the BEST time. We basically just went wine tasting everyday, I skipped class and got totally hammered...kidding, mom. All joking aside, we actually did go wine tasting but it was classy and involved a few sips here and there. I had my first wine tasting experience when my school (father in tow) took a sponsored trip to the Brolio Castle, a place halfway between Florence(boo) and Siena(CHEERS) where the Chianti Classico (popular type of wine here, look for it in the States, it's quite good) is made. It was my first wine tasting experience, and it was FABULOUS! I actually learned why people swirl their glass before they drink, how to taste the wine with all parts of my mouth, and got to see a real winery in action (but not really because it was 6:00 at night and everyone had gone home, but the machines were pretty tight).

After we got back, dad, Jake and I jumped on a train and headed out for our weekend excursion about an hour south of Siena for a night in Montepulciano and then Montilcino. So, we ride this train, have no clue where we are going because they're not announcing stops, somehow get off at the right stop (we made Jake stick his head out of the window at every stop) and it's pouring rain. Lovely, right? Well, not only is it pouring rain, but the train station only has two tracks, one going north and one going south and no taxi stand. After wandering around and using my crappy italian, we figure out we need to call a taxi. So, we go back to the train station and I talk to them and tell them where we are, in what I hope is correct since I had to use my Italian. The man on the phone says, ok, 10 minutes and I say, ok hurry, its really cold and pouring rain and we hang up. And then we waited.

We waited for about 30 minutes. By this time, its 9:00, we're hungry, a little crabby, and joking about how mad my mom would be at my dad for not planning better. Then this red jaguar pulls up. A man gets out and smiles and says, "Taxi?".

Now, you are probably thinking, WHAT IDIOTS! I hope they didn't get into that car with no taxi sign and with an Italian man they didn't know. Well, we did. And you know what? He got us to our hotel safe and sound and apparently the train station is like a bazillion miles out from the city center of Montepulciano and it was crazy and we were just so tired and hungry.

Whew. Speaking of tired, I am SPENT and need to catch up on my Office Episodes. So, I will leave you all with the anticipation of our encounters with our hotel owner, Roberto, the best meal ever, and pictures of where ROBERT PATTINSON SLEPT WHEN THEY FILMED TWILIGHT.

Or maybe I won't, just to spite you all... Ok, I kid, I'm just really wiped out and kind of delirious. Anyway, I'll try to finish tomorrow.

Until then, CIAO!