I have been set up to go twice a week to a language class in Alba, another town near to Canale. I walk 20 minutes in the bitter morning chill from where I get dropped off and stumble around with the map until I find the building. I get there and the teacher doesn't speak English and neither to any of the students. I was quite seriously almost in tears. It was kind of scary and I was so desperately hoping that this class would be something I could look forward to and be good at. In the middle of this mild panic attack, I remembered that A) This is not a graded class, therefore doesn't need to be taken so deathly serious B) Not just anyone gets to move to Italy for 3 months and get taught Italian for virtually no expense C) There is a very cute worker in the Caffe down the street and if I can manage to survive the next two and a half hours I can go order hot chocolate from him.
I made it through that first class and got my hot chocolate. I did walk around and find the city Duomo (Cathedral) and some other neat buildings. Even though I ride with some sketchy people on the bus ride home I and super excited to see some more little treasures hidden in Alba.
I made it through that first class and got my hot chocolate. I did walk around and find the city Duomo (Cathedral) and some other neat buildings. Even though I ride with some sketchy people on the bus ride home I and super excited to see some more little treasures hidden in Alba.
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