and a step closer to the Italian dream… speaking of which I have to start the leg work of that complicated Masters application (they take in only 25 a year, eeeeep!) and keep the toxic realists away as they try to burst my bubble with practical advice.
And the sweetest thing is having my Chinese friend who knows little about Europe, who listens to my repeated (and annoying) expositions about it and gets me a cake with a Colosseum on it. I love my friends.
Thanks Vina!
