Fun Fact: When travelling to a new country you will look like a tourist, now matter how hard you try.
Fast forward through our entire day, to about 9:30pm.
We decided to go out and see what Italian night life was all about. The night before we had actually gone out and walked around, getting a feel for what we were supposed to wear and where the best places were to hang out.
Italians are always dressed up, even if they're just making a quick grocery store run. At night specifically, the men are usually in tuxes and suits, and the women are wearing dresses and heels. The younger women usually wore shorter, tighter skirts and simple tops. They wore mostly plain colors-lots or navy and olive and beige.
So taking all of that into perspective, we got dressed up and after meeting our professors at Santa Croce for a quick send off (it felt like prom), we were off. First we had dinner and wine at Cafe Duomo. I found out that I'm not a fan of wine, whether its's red, white, or even a desert wine.
After that we went to a club called the Red Garter, and just walked in. Cat-calling is different here too. In America it is considered rude, but here the guys are a little different. Instead of yelling obscenities they actually compliment you (although they may still be thinking rude things).
Anyway the club was okay, but we left after about ten minutes because random we encountered the first set of rude guys thus far, and they thought it was okay to grab our faces and arms.
Then we went to a lounge bar, and finally we just walked around until we came to Piazza della Repubblica. There were lots of people our age there, and I noticed yet another cultural difference between America and Italy.
We were never carded in Italy, not once. Not even when buying alcohol. The drinking age here is 18, so at night people literally walk around with bottles in their hands, and even sit in front of churches and drink. It's not as big of a deal as we make it out to be.