after a long and arduous journey, i’ve finally made it to italy. i don’t speak as well as i like; in fact, i’m not really any good at speaking. but i understand a fair amount. i’m sure this total immersion will help me learn. and so will constantly getting lost.
my apartment’s better than i could ever have imagined. true, my balcony does overlook the parking lot, but so does everyone else’s. i’ve got two [tiny, tiny] beds, huge closets, and like 3 times as much space as i had in brooklyn.
everyone here is incredibly kind and gracious, and the food, as i’d anticipated, is always good. i’ve already had two delicious meals here. the local specialties are cheeses and meat, and they especially like the latter raw. i’ve already discovered an affinity for the steak tartare-like chopped up, raw veal, dressed with a little olive oil and vinegar. and there’s all the acqua frizzante i can drink! (i’m working on an espresso habit.)