~2070 days of school.
~1500 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
~6 Gilbert Linkous field days.
~2 bloody noses from Whopper Hoppers at Gilbert Linkous field days.
~192 safety patrol cupcakes.
~3 Potter Pride days with Emma (and one Hobbit Pride day, ftw!)
~630 days of having to go from gym to a class on the third-floor. In four minutes. With a 20-pound backpack.
*sigh* It's the end of an era!
And now that the requisite nostalgia and sentimentality is out of the way - I'm leaving for Italy in 36 hours!! And I haven't started packing! In fact, I'm blogging instead. This year taught me way too much about the joys of procrastination....
For our final Italian lesson, Santina decided to have Lena (the student from Russia) and Nora (the student from Norway staying with Santina) and me help her cook Italian food! To add to the list of things to do in life - have a conversation in broken Italian with a Sicilian university professor while she sings Italian rap songs, as the smell of scorching risotto (which you've forgotten to stir while trying to remember Italian verb endings) fills the air behind you!
And since I don't have any pictures yet, here are some random internet pictures of what we made:
Exhibit A:
Penne all'amatriciana!
Exhibit B:
Risotto alla milanese!
It was all AMAZING. Possibly having to do with the very extensive use of olive oil and butter. This may or may not be why Italians are renowned for enjoying life so much: they don't have to worry about not believing that it's not butter! Apparently they just don't care. And 24 hours and many vigorous hand washings later, my hands still smell like garlic!
Okay, this time I'm actually going to go start packing.
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