Spread over thousands of acres of the beautiful plateau, Flaris looked around in awe at the campus of the International Culinary Institute. She felt like a small ant coming into this big place as she looked around wide eyes. With its Tuscan Vernacular style of architecture, the university looked like a small town in Italy from all those movies she had seen. Quaint and Serene. But the number of students who were going around was enough to make it lively.