I'm not sure that this was the correct response to this post, but I burst out laughing when I read it. Maybe that's just because I have been with you all day and heard you comment on each of these things multiple times. That has to be it...
So quite frequently in Italian people say "Allora" which means "Okay, now..." A sort of jumpstart to any new topic. It is particularly attention grabbing to me, because I always think they are saying, "aLauren!"
I am here until December 1st and couldn't be happier about it.
Summary of my life in Italy:
Gelato flavors tried: 24 Italian men hit on by: 0 Byzantine paintings observed: 978 Stairs climbed: 3.5 million
I live in a room with only three walls. It’s a balcony that overlooks the dining room.
The family cat comes up in conversation at the dinner table about four times a week.
From this week forward I have to draw four pictures of garlic every week…every week.
My Italian teacher is awesome and also hates the curriculum BYU sent her. She wears orange a lot.
I live in a house built in the 1200s. TWELVE.
I have yet to eat gelato without getting it on my nose first.
Sharlie, Lynzie, and I have ensured that this adventure is a musical one.
Everyone in our group is artistically inclined in some way. Just not Peter's way.
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I'm not sure that this was the correct response to this post, but I burst out laughing when I read it. Maybe that's just because I have been with you all day and heard you comment on each of these things multiple times. That has to be it...
Paul Newman: a man among men. If he could look beautiful even on a dressing bottle, then he could look beautiful anywhere.
No matter my sarcasm, I am truly grateful we took the time to watch Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid last night. Paul Newman deserved it.
Plus, I can still hear your "RIP RIP RIP!" in my head, and I am still laughing.
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