One Week

The title to this post reminds of the Barenaked Ladies song of the same name. I used to know all the lyrics, and thought I was hot shit.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Week_(song)

So, I have come to realize that I am leaving for Italy in only 8 days. I am currently at disbelief and denial stage. I guess it never really weaseled its way into my brain tubes that I am actually going. And apparently I thought at some stage it would all fall through, and I've just been waiting for it to happen, but it hasn't, and I'm amazed.

With lots of books from the library and several loose ends to tie up here in Eau Claire, I don't have that much else to do, besides pack. I have some supplies to buy, like work things, gloves, safety goggles (always flattering) and power converters, etc... Although it's not my first trip abroad, people seem to think they should tell me everything I already know. I have learned lots of things that will be useful to me, and-it's not their fault, I have expressed some (some??!!ha!) panic at the thought of not being able to speak Italian. I will hopefully be able to understand quite a bit, judging by its similarity to French, English, and my background in Art History terminology etc... which is frought with Italian.

I'm already missing Eau Claire a bit, especially my roommates. It will be sad missing out on the majority of what has already been a stellar summer.

Uff da- I will stop there, Debbie Downer. yeesh.

This is a short post, because...let's refresh your memory here-I'm not in Italy yet.

Siri Dearie