So I have a REALLY long post for y'all (Sydney is wearing off on me) but it is on Sharlie's computer because I wrote it on there and then the internet died, but here's one, it'll just be out of order when I get the other one up.

Yesterday was our first real family dinner (without a million distractions) and it was lovely. I feel immensely fortunate to have the host family that I have. They aren’t home much, but so far we’ve always had dinner together. The mom came home and half-hugged us and kissed our cheeks. And the daughters are always super friendly and tell us the Italian words for things. And then the father was telling us how he has family in New York. And while this is all happening quickly and in Italian it still feels like a family.

School is intense so far…We have three hours of the same class at a time, which is not my most favorite. Today we talked forever about drawing and I kept thinking we were going to have a break, because I had to go to the bathroom, but we didn’t…And it sucked!

Oh, and we made some alterations to our shower head so the water doesn’t spray all over the entire bathroom…



So my contrada is the contrada of the catepillar. and we have the best motto ever.

My name sounds like a revolution. How sweet is that? Here is my street with the contrada flags on it: