Forthe last month it's been a whirlwind of people, either visiting or being visited. Jess, Mom, Ian etc.... I decided to head to Spain for a weekend. And, after a severe miscommunication in regards to destination airports, I spent six hours on buses and trains trying to get to a smaller town that would have only been an hour away by car otherwise.Of the mix ups that occurred, that's the one I'm currently willing to admit to in public.Turns out I ca...

Back home in San Bonifacio. I'm getting very used to the twenty or so minute train ride into Verona. This week I will probably do it every day. I am attempting to keep myself busy and stave off the bouts of loneliness that have come around. Jess left yesterday, pathetic that I'm already lonely, I know. But it comes from a larger sense of missing my friends and family back home. The knowledge that this is a normal part of travelling alone doesn't make the lon...

Verona, and it's surrounding areas, are now what I call home. It's a mixed bag, mostly good, of feelings about settling in here for a while. There is a bit of homesickness of course, the challenge of finding my place in this city (what I DO here), and also the exciting challenge of learning a new language, making friends and being near to this side of my family. Speaking of which.... My cousin Jess from the Higham side of things has come for a visit. She arr...

I think we arrived here two days ago? It's hard to keep the days straight lately. We are currently in San Vittore (the house of Dad and Antonella) about 20 mins from Verona. Soon I will move into a house with Antonella P. (the friend of Antonella aka the wife of my dad) in San Bonifacio. From here on out Anto (of my dad) will be known as Anto 1 and our friend Anto will be known as Anto 2. I am looking forward to that as it will be a time in which I can ventu...

Wow. Few words can describe this town. A few pictures to help will follow. On another note, I must say, you haven't eaten bread until you've tried this stuff. Chewy in the middle, just moist enough, airy and yet substantial, crusty on the outside, and tasting like the first waft of steam from inside a frsh baked loaf. We had dinner last night in an old cavern dwelling. Sounds rudimentary, but it's not. The outside of all the buildings are made of creamy whit...