- I like pasta. This is weird. I never liked pasta, and never ate it...actually I refused to even try it. Along with bread, and pizza (I know, Italy was a great choice for me). Now, however, I have pasta on a regular basis...and guess what, most of the time I even like it. So that's a cool new thing. but don't expect me to be down to go to Olive Garden when I get home because no matter what you say that's not Italian food.
- I miss my washing machine. Never again will I ever take a washer and dryer for granted. After doing all of my laundry in a bathroom sink the size of a salad bowl for three weeks, I will probably cry the first time I see a washing machine again and be totally unashamed when I get down and hug the dryer. On the bright side, I am finally getting good at this laundry thing, even though it probably takes me a good ninety minutes to wash a weeks worth of clothes. And for those of you who may ask (ahem, everyone in Fisher), hand washing clothes is not one of my major requirements, I do not get class credit for it, and no I will not do your laundry when I get back. But thank you for appreciating this newly developed skill.
- cobblestoned roads are a great idea if you want to have the power to instantly judge who is intoxicated and who is not, other than that they need to die.
- Italian pop music is hilarious. and no, I am not talking about Lizzie McGuire singing This is What Dreams are Made Of (even though I can not lie and say that I haven't listened to that song on repeat while here), but real Italian music is just fantastic. A+ work Italy. A+
- I love wine. but I feel like if you've read any part of my blog already slash know me at all, you probably could've already guessed this.
so get ready to meet MJ-Italian Edition in a couple months. but really, never take me to Olive Garden. I'm being serious.
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