|Brazilian friend Marcela and I. :)|
|Signing each other's books. :(|
|At the dinner with our old Italian professor.|
|Il Duomo e Il Campanile di Giotto|
|View from the top of the cupola. :D|
|In front of Palazzo Vecchio. So amazing.|
We are in June and I do not want to leave. Even though the whole school situation has been rather awful this year, I have fallen in love with Milano, and if I could stay here on my own without Rotary, I would seriously consider it. Although Italians tell me I am now fluent in the language, I still learn new things every day, and this keeps me on my toes. My pronunciation has a long way to go, and my vocabulary is ever-expanding, but I hope to continue onward. At some point I would like to take an exam to certify me as an official Italian speaker, but I will wait until I return to the US to do that. I'll need to study more before that happens.
On Tuesday, June 5, I leave for four days in Berlin, and I am ecstatic. Monday is my last day at school (it technically ends the following Friday but I'll still be in Berlin). Everything is ending and everyone is leaving. I don't really know how to take all of this. Soon I'll be back on my native soil and this whole year will seem like a dream, and that is the worst thing of all.