A day in the life of a year abroad student in Italy: PART 2 – OurWarwick

A day in the life of a year abroad student in Italy: PART 2



Despite quite easily being able to sit upon Le Logge’s ornate, 1920s art-deco styled sofa, drinking coffee and eating pistachio nuts all day until my heart’s content, lunch by this point is much needed.

Normally I would pop home to cook myself some minestrone soup…


When I say ‘cook’, I mean Conad’s finest

…followed by a Tetley Rooibos tea (thanks to Danielle who when visiting came laden with the stuff to ensure my supplies would not run short). You should know by now I am and will forever be a girl of habit and routine.

However, last week we decided to have a picnic. Well, why not?!


After meeting another friend and popping to the smaller of the two Conad supermarkets within the walls of Siena (oh Siena…), laden with cured meats, cheese, salad, bread and a pack of Crodinos, up to one of my favourite spots, gli Orti dei Tolomei we headed.


What a feast!


Picnic with a view


After a delicious and nutritious lunch of all things Italian, whilst overlooking the rolling hills of Tuscany and Siena itself, unfortunately the time came to pick ourselves up and head to Aula Santa Chiara for the next lecture, Storia di Genere.


Arrive at the lecture theatre only for a few students to be there…surprise surprise.


The lecturer arrives. See what I mean?

Despite having become really interested in gender studies after my course on the history of women in Chile (the one I had to write that mammoth essay in Spanish alongside multiple pruebas…remember?) I have mixed feelings about this course. Maybe it was the fact that the teacher seemed to have some underlying vendetta against us group of Erasmus students following her course, or maybe it is just Italian University in general (with each day, I seem to feel it is most probably more so the latter) but it wasn’t as exciting as I had hoped. Don’t get me wrong, the teacher (being from Milan, thus to my delight, speaking what to me came across as crystal clear Italian) was actually relatively easy to understand. Yet she seemingly delved into things far too deeply and from all tangents thinkable for my mind to follow at nearing 6pm in the evening after four hours already of Italian lectures that day. Furthermore, woe betide anyone who actually asked a question when she would routinely ask “avete delle domande” nearing the end of every lesson, as when they did (I swear some people never learn) she would then proceed to continue the lecture for another twenty minutes as with dampened hopes, we would duly pull out our notepads and pens once more.


Head pumping and back quite literally in agony from the chair which every lesson digs more and more into my spine, consequently now leaving a bruise.




Smallest gym in the world indeed #CheekySnapChat

On route home, I pass by the gym where I normally do a 40 minute run, followed by some weights and mat work. Despite being on my year abroad, I soon came to the realisation that Siena is not like Chile in the slightest. Meaning I am no longer commuting all over the capital city every day, whilst embarking on adventures such as climbing soon-to-be exploding volcanoes, horse-riding through sand dunes and trekking through national parks quite literally every weekend. Therefore, I felt my fitness was suffering a little here in Italy. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change Siena for the world but it is just a completely different experience all together. The pace of life, the food culture, the medieval streets and buildings such as the one I am sitting in right now…Therefore, just like I would at Warwick, at least five times a week, I like to pop into the gym to keep myself busy, mind healthy and keep myself from piling on the kili.


Leave the gym.


Pop into Conad for the second time that day (my record is four times in one day) to pick up a few things for dinner.

[Continued here: A day in the life of a year abroad student in Italy: PART 3]

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