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Saturday, February 21, 2009
I’m standing at the window of my new room with a fresh nosebleed admiring what is to be my view for the next for months. The air is much thinner here, this high up, which causes lungs to heave after climbing the 3 flights of stairs to my room, causes the stain on my handkerchief, but enunciates the noonday bells from the cathedral across the valley also visible from my small room. Below me is a small garden and from my vantage point, I can see two jet black cats making their rounds as a small Yorkshire terrier spies on them from across the fence. All and all, so far “it”, Italy is what one could be told to expect, yet through my jetlag, I don’t know if the realization of my presence here has taken yet.I think it first hit me honestly, when I saw the license plates on the cars on the way to lunch. By the way, two of our three meals a day are served at the most disgustingly quaint Italian café where nobody speaks English and you can see them making the bread in the back kitchen. For lunch we had what honestly could not have been a simpler dish, noodles with red sauce and I almost lost it, it was one of the best things I have ever tasted, and it was served in much of the same manner that restaurants in America offer their customers a few twists of fresh ground pepper from their absurd poles of spice. This is my cafeteria, and anybody reading this from Westmont can understand what a wonderful change of pace this is. I’ve been up going on 48ish hours now with an hour or two of napping grabbed on the various plane flights over here. I can never sleep worth a damn on planes. That is all for now, I am exhausted, but I promise a few pictures and more compelling descriptions of this town as soon as I’ve gotten a decent nights rest… Yossarian [
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