Thursday, June 24

Strange

And then we stood in the piazza, holding glasses of prosecco and laughing (hysterically, might I add) at the jokes (in English!) of our students - the top managers of the UFLFT - as the sun set, inching its way down the facade of San Prospero, and the mosquitoes came out in full force to nibble on our pale foreign skin, and aperitivo went on around us: a group of men in suits and young foreign women.

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