6:10AM wake-up for scuola.
On a SATURDAY.
Regardless, il madre takes me on the train to my stop at Bergamo FS (but, effe-esse. Don't be mistaken.)
And we take the brisk (note, it's about 3 degrees at 6:40 in the morning) 15 minute walk to Luceo Linguistico, where I am greeted by this sign, and all my class mates huddled about 2 metres from me, trying to talk about me under their breath, but failing dismally. (Volume control in Italia is non-existant.)
They escort me to my class, 3F <3, where the teacher's banco is laden with cakes, pastries, cupcakes and drinks. Una festa per me! Okes were stoked. Wish my friends at home got that excited to see me.
ANYWAY.
People introduced themselves. Not sure if every Italian girl loves to dance, or if it's just one of the only verbs they know how to conjugate. Regardless, dancing and music seem to me similar interests among us all :) They are friendly and kind and patient and enthusiastic and amazing. I love them. Could not be happier with what has been thrown at me so far.
German, Latin, Spanish, Italian, Philosophy, Maths, Chemistry... again. In Italian this time. Give me strength.
Auguri e Buon Compleanno, Jonni Lev. :)
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