Last week was “2 months til I get home”. It was getting a warning for buying chocolate at a gas station. It was running trails through the Italian Alps. It was venting for hours about poor leadership and social awkwardness. It was eating wild boar pasta at a tiny local Italian restaurant. Last week was getting 100% on my first Italian oral exam. It was a realization that mountains mean more to me than old churches, and another realization of how much we miss positive interaction with adults. It was finding leather journals for affordable prices in Florence. Last week was scaring ourselves in an ancient monastery enough to make my friend pee her pants, even if it was just a little.
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