An Italian Lunch

12:32 AM, GMT+1

A week ago, my neighbor Claudio invited me to his hometown of Brescia to show me around. He also invited me to lunch with his parents. How could I ever refuse food?

I hopped on an 8:15 AM train to get there, and he picked me up and drove me around the place.

It was incredible there, and I felt, truly felt, like I was in Italy. He took me to a small castle in Brescia where he used to study, and he knew every room and such in there. It wasn't anything like the Castello or the Duomo here, but it was somehow even better. It had a feel of... well, of Italy. It's hard to describe.

He also took me to a little church that was stunning on the inside, near his house. Its walls and ceilings were painted, and it had a beautiful altar. And I lit a candle for my family.

Anyway, we went to his house afterwards, and his parents were more than happy to cook for me. His mom kept shoving food in front of me (she cooked about four pounds of meat for me alone) and his dad kept shoving wine in front of me. It was great, and truly one of the most fun experiences I've had while being here. Not to mention genuine.

As far as this week goes, I've been holeing up in the library here in the Collegio and studying for finals. Hooray. I'll post one last time after my last final on Tuesday. For now, Ciao, Arrivederci.