I have about two weeks until I set off for my grand Italian adventures. I've started contemplating packing, and getting all of my coursework in order.
Speaking of which, I think a solid half of my total luggage weight will consist of this coursework. It is heavy-- both metaphorically and physically. I will say I am looking forward to reading great literature in its native language, undoctored by translators. Talk about fast progress-- I didn't speak a word of Italian this time two years ago. And now I'm a major. Go figure.
This will be the first time I'll spend any length of time in Italy-- six whole weeks, five of which will be in Siena. This is both scary and exhilarating at the same time.
But now, the biggest thing that preoccupies me is not what I've forgotten to say, or what words I don't know, but my distinct lack of passport and corresponding visa. The consulate seems to be dragging its feet, but hopefully it'll be giving me my papers soon.
In the meantime I'll be reading up on Siena, and the craziness that is the Palio, and simply getting ready for what will undoubtedly be the Best. Summer. Ever.
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