Drivel

Taralli are delicious. In particular, the ones that Conad has, in the red bag. Probably also the ones that you actually get in Puglia, but I haven't been there. It's very far down. (Why do some people call it Apulia? It took me a while to figure out that those were the same place, and I still can't figure out with the difference is.)

I went to some Italian lessons last week. That was fun. We chatted about verb tenses and did some exercises with that 'come se fossero' tense, which is possibly my favorite. I really enjoy all of the Ss in it. I'm really jealous of how some of my little little students (like even three year olds) insert it so fluently into conversation. Sigh.

Speaking of three-year-olds, last week one asked me out. "Dopo, vieni a casa con me?" he queried, tugging on my hand and looking up at me. The adorable-ness was truly overwhelming. And then he and his little friend got into a fight over who I would go home with. Simply too cute.

Adorable-ness notwithstanding, I'm exhausted. The sweat-shop-like work schedule is getting to me a bit. Also the rest of the staff is ill, so perhaps I will be, soon, too. In light of this, I have elected not to celebrate the warm weather by wearing sandals. I also don't want to give anyone a stroke. Bah. Anyway, I'm off to teach some beginners... and then another beginner... and some more beginners. Four and half hours down... three and a half to go.

One more thing: I bought some erbazzone today (because it was all I had time to eat) and faceva schiffo. I feel that the fact that I have becoming a discriminating erbazzone connaisseur makes me quasi-Reggiana. However, this only slightly mitigates the fact that it was truly revolting. Will purchase some healthful and practically calorie-free soup on my way back to work. Am becoming obese here in the land of good food.

Okay. Next time perhaps I will treat you to some uncharacteristically eloquent prose rather than this stream-of-consciousness nonsense.