The world needs more smoked cheese.

So Steffi planned on writing this epic post about our ridiculous weekend, but I don't think she finished it. Either way, I'll just say that I'm thinking about joining the Communist party of Italy just because they know how to throw a good party/parade.

Joking.

But seriously, I have 4 tests in the next two days, and I'm not freaking out at all, because if you just study a little, everything comes together. Right?

After Thursday, I'm on vacation for a week, and it is definitely deserved as well as needed. My plans include: sleep, reading, writing a couple papers, visiting all the museums and galleries I've been wanting to, sleep, eating soup, eating bread, eating, a little vino, dancing at Rialto, and working a lot so that we can pay for rent.

As far as working goes, I babysit these two little Italian boys, Simone and Michele. They are 4 & 7, and they crack me up on a regular basis. The language barrier is quite funny actually, especially when I'm giving them a bath. Apparently Michele believes he has a un pisello grande, while Simone has a pisellino. Greeeeeeeeeeeeeat.

But this job alone will not pay the rent. So I'm going to the Abbey Theatre Pub, that caters mostly to Americans and the Brits with American sports and lots of rugby... and I'm going to get a job. Or I'll try to get a job, try really really hard. Really, waitressing is the way to go if I want to be able to make some real money quickly, so I'm hoping to get a job on my English/Italian skills and my good looks. C'mon, you gotta use what you got in a flashy city like this.

I figure it's a good way to meet people too. Meet them at work, and then never see them again... probably the best thing about meeting a lot of people. There is no follow-up. Sweet!

So pray that I get this job, and that I get it really really soon... because Di Croce girls cannot live on bread (credit card) alone.

ps- There is a bakery right underneath our building that bakes fresh bread every day, and the guy there gives me about a euro discount every time I go. I spend about 2euro on a ginormous piece of fresh crusty chewy bread. Che bella!