Thinking of Italy

Here I am again, in the break room, working on a final paper. It's raining, otherwise I'd be in the garden or playing basketball. Or sitting in the Campo, writing or reading or sleeping. The countdown is at two weeks and I still want to talk about the places I've visited, but I know that the one with the most influence is the one where I have somewhat rooted myself. I've found home in Siena. In late Italian dinners. Crisp spring weather. Sleepy sunday afternoons and the flow of the Italian tongue.