Ok, so you've been asking for it. Here's a lowdown on the people in this crazy Italian life of mine:

Bobbi Estelle, (black sweater standing beside me) she loves life, and I’m glad I’m here with her. I think I love life more just walking beside her through the streets of these precious, tiny towns. We stop and look at doors, cats, postcards, and shop windows, and we whisk ourselves to another life, an Italian life, where we stop and look at cats and shop windows for the rest of our Italian lives. She is an English major, so it makes a little sense that she and I get along… we’re not artists and don’t have all their weird, moody, quirky traits. But we dream most of our days away, which is easy to do here.

Olga (white coat) is our mother, simply put. Our personalities are hilarious together because we are all such bossy people, but it’s safe to say that she is the mother hen. She cooks for us most nights when meals aren’t provided for and plans out our field trips. Generally, we just go along with it. She was born in Eastern Europe, and has really lived through a lot, so she’s got a great outlook on life. Again, this is someone who is doing all she can to enjoy life and living it up. She has no worries and doesn’t let the small stuff get her down. Olga can talk to anyone about anything, anywhere. She is going to school to be an art teacher, so she’s just a joy all around.

Heather (red coat from College of Charleston!!) is, luckily, our passive member of the group. We couldn’t handle anymore bosses. She is go with the flow, and has a sweet personality. I don’t even know why she hangs out with us because she is so much milder and kinder than we are. (I guess she just needs some spunk in her life.) She loves fashion and wants to go on to school to work in the fashion world. Her focus right now is in drawing flowers and sewing onto the pages, so her sketches are really fun to look at and talk about.

Gino, finally, is our groundskeeper that lives on campus, in the same building as the boys. He loves, and I mean loves us students. When we went to the ballet the other night, the school took up about 8 boxes, and he walked around to each one and popped his head in and chatted for a few minutes before the show started. He lives off our youth and energy, though he as more energy than any of us. I’ll always remember him, walking into the room where I sat alone playing the Beatles and he danced through, singing along to Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. Don’t worry Poppie and PawPaw, I’m being looked after by a grandfather of sorts here too.

I have so many people dancing through my days, and I wish you could get to know them all. My teachers, they are another page entirely. They are so intelligent and knowledgable, sure, but also lots of fun and I wouldn't want to be led through another country with anyone else! This program has to be one of the best out there. Maybe I'll go on to graduate school and come back and teach here... we'll see.

I'm uploading a few more pictures too, but from here on out, I think that I'm letting everyone else do the picture taking. I want to see these placed while I'm here, and steal pictures from other people to show you. I feel like I'm missing out when I'm looking through a camera lense. (Sorry Santa Clauses).