Last night I was lying in bed reading a book and I felt like I was at home.
Then I looked out the window and saw cobblestone streets, window shutters,
and a bright street light and remembered, "Oh right, I'm in Italy."
My trip has been wonderful thus far. I may actually be a little tired of bread and pizza
at the moment but I'm sure that will pass. I also had my first cioccolata calda today (hot
chocolate) which tasted like warm pudding. (Delicioso!)
My Italian is slowly and awkwardly coming together but that is all part of the fun
right?
