We are going over indirect and direct pronouns, and I studied more than usual so I could be “una studentessa brava,” and then Alberto adds two more layers, where you combine the direct and indirect pronouns and then how you combine them in the past tense in a completely different way. Sometimes my head swims. Still, he’s intuitive, and even if I’m totally lost, he can somehow communicate the right answer to me so that I’m not completely humiliated. Except, towards the end of long grammar sessions, I just tell him, “Ho bisogno di una pausa.” I need a break! We also have another teacher in the afternoon, Costanza, who taught me with Eleanora during the first week. I feel like I’ve lived here for a year instead of just three and a half weeks. Why does time seem so drawn out, attenuated when we travel? Is it because we’re doing new things every day and have escaped our routine? And why does my facility with the English language not translate to Italian? Okay, these are my thoughts for the day. Sorry, Paul. Too much text! Tomorrow Marina and I are having dinner at my favorite restaurant here, La Pentolaccia. I would have gone to the pool this afternoon, but by the time I walk to bus station, and then wait for the return bus and walk back up the hill in the heat, well, it’s not so appealing.
Some photos I haven’t added before.