Ventitre Ore per Settimana

I have begun the second week of classes; all substitutes are gone, replaced with my scheduled professors. It's interesting being in a class of international students. There are only four Americans in the class. Many students are Asian with about 10 from China, one from Mongolia, one from Taiwan, and one from the Philippines. We 17 students only represent about 3/2 of the class. The rest of the students span the globe. Such diverse backgrounds as ours make cultura quite interesting. With a brilliant professor who wears plaid pants and a gigantic sweater everyday, we have covered the feminist movement in Italy, changes in the traditional family, love, marriage, heaven and hell/ after life, the Mafia, and the region of Umbra. It is often the case that the professoressa calls on students to share their traditions and beliefs. The stories people share make the four hours pass quickly.

While I haven't had the chance to meet many Italians yet, I have gotten pretty good at throwing together pasta (great segue). Last night a few friends and I made pasta (dough), sauce, this wine based drink (I cannot for the life of me remember what it is called.), and salad. Benissismo! Delicioso! After we watched a few episodes of Fawlty Towers, a show written by and starring John Cleese and his first wife. It's wonderfully British and loud and hilarious. There are only 12 episodes, so it is quite acceptable to get addicted.

Tonight is kereoke at a local club (bar means caffè and caffè means espresso). I might go check that out and push my roommate to the mic.

Off to wash clothes...possibly by hand.

*The picture is of my favorite caffe, Kefe. The name is a pun. It means caffè and che fai? which means "What are you doing?" or "What's up?" In local dialect is sounds more like che fe? hence: Kefe.