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Too much good stuff.
Where to begin?
Best for last? nah. best now. Last night, I got to ride on the back of a moto!! It was so much fun! So much fun! Driving down the little streets of Bologna on a back of a moto... life doesn't get much better. (My roommate very nicely reassured me that she had only crashed twice.) As you can imagine, I could not find the (Italian) words to express my excitement. For example, it's like a roller coaster!! Don't know how to say that in Italian... the ride in a amusement park... no can't say that either... it was fun... how expressive. The only problem is my arms are still soar from grabbing the handles on the moto so hard.
Today, all my roommates had to take final exams (don't ask, Bologna has the strangest system). So last night for dinner, they were all very tired and so decided to treat themselves to... McDonalds. really? They were so excited. But I found out last night that lemonade doesn't really exist here. :'(
And another thing I learned was that Italians don't eat eggs for breakfast. My roommates thought I was weird when I fried two eggs this morning. "But it's salty. Don't you want something sweet for breakfast?" (and I"m thinking... Dad is great! He gives us chocolate cake!). They did like the idea of pancakes for breakfast. If anyone wants to send me a good pancake recipe (or send me a box of biscuit!! That's less than $20... if you don't get this, see the earlier post! and Ghiradelli brownie mix or a good brownie recipe). But I'm pretty serious about this. :)