Getting into the morning equals school - afternoon equals rest routine. God bless these crazy Europeans and the afternoon siesta, why the heck should people do anything between 12:30 and 3:00 anyway? What could you do during that time that cant wait until 3:30 or the next day, may it live forever I say.

I am having to structure complete sentences now in Italian, this is challenging, i told my teacher today that my Italian is like some dangerous wall,.. i have a lot of bricks and it looks impressive,.. but there is no mortar holding the thing together so if somebody sits on it or interacts with it in any way it will fall on top of them crushing everyone in its path. I am hoping that will change by the end of next week,.. I have certainly come a long way in the pat 4 days, just need to speak more and make as many mistakes as possible but the class structures arent quite right just yet, early days.

Friday evening we returned to what is becoming a personal favourite in Urbania, the enoteca Vin Italy for several bottles of the local plonk, three reds, going to make notes of what we are drinking next time as the range is enormous but the quality has all been of a standard higher than expected. We followed this up with a trip to a local pizzeria, wasn’t very adventurous this time as i just had to get some food into me.. one of the group ordered ”faro” which none of us.. the waitress included, were totally clear on… turned out to be some kind of wheat pasta, rice shaped but a bland grey colour,.. i can half remember something similar in greek but have probably blocked it out of my mind, any italian speakers who want to help out please do so.

Later the group returned to another local bar, one of those hole in the wall type places that only locals seem to go to…there were some great photos of the town squares and typical urbanian scenes on the wall which nobody but me seemed interested in speaking to.

Mehdy, one of the students in my class had befriended a local gent who goes by the name of Bardo, yes alarm bells did ring for me too.

As always the young english speakers gather together on these things so the inner circle of the under 30 english speakers is 4 americans, Mehdy, Jessica, Jennifer and Ben and another Melbourne boy Brian who for good reason goes by the name of Stefano in italia. The youngsters occasionally allow me to tag along and try not to make it too obvious that i dont quite fit the young and beautiful criteria… i pretend to be appreciative and not aware of this… it’s a balance that matches the most intricate that mama nature has tossed up from the hellfire.

They are an interesting bunch of guys to be honest, which is a pleasant surprise, my roomate Ben is an all round great guy, but its the southern belle jessica that has captured my imagination, she just makes me feel warm… i mean all over warm not specific body part warm, not that she is difficult on the eyes, on the contrary but there is a fire in her that i cant quite put my proverbial finger on… unfortunately she seems about as interested in me as… well as something that doesnt have a lot of interest,.. like that analogy you know the one, the really good one that always slips your mind when you are trying to remember it.

The posse kicked on to Urbino to hang out in one of the local bars, a great time was had by all,.. One of Bardo’s buddies managed to roll his car on the return leg from Urbino, he apparently wasnt quite drunk enough to drive as fast as he was… nobody was hurt… turns out that Bardo is one of the Albanese that smother this part of europe, not that theres anything wrong with that,.. im no racist, some of my best friends are Albanian… actually no they arent… none of my friends are Albanian, this is probably because albanians would stab you for your dandruff, but you do some crazy stuff when you are on holiday.

Oh this didn’t happen today but before i forget,.. there’s a swedish girl who started class today,.. who looks uncannily like the bitch from ipswich Pauline Hanson,… must acquire photo soon.