Amami, Alfredo.
We went back to the Opera last night for Il Trovatore, which ended up being a better cast than that of Rigoletto. I just need to remember to take a nap next time... before we go to the opera. Not during the 4th Act. Brooke and I decided to throw an aperativo - the Italian equivalent of drinks and appetizers - for our class before the show. It ended up only being four of us, but we had a nice time. Pear with peccarino and balsamic, red and green tomato bruschetta, homemade mushroom pasty puffs, peppers with tzatziki... and wine. My glass is probably what contributed to my nap. That and the fact that the Italians can't seem to grasp the concept of air conditioning. I'm sorry, but when you turn out the lights, crank up the heat, and make me listen to classical music, I'M GOING TO FALL ASLEEP! The people at NYU said that the Italians don't believe in air conditioning because they think it makes you sick. Right. And so they all smoke like chimneys because...?

Ciao Bella!
Matteo "the Troubador" Yazge
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