Only ten more days until I go back to the States, and honestly, Iàm not ready to leave yet.

Night before last was spent sitting on a wall 200 feet above the valleys of Umbria, under the stars on a moonlit night, cuddling and kissing one of the nicest guys Iàve met in a long time who just happens to be an Italian motocross racer. Itùs been literally years since Iàve just kissed someone for a long time with no pressure to do anything else, and seriously, it was great.

Last night. Party full of international students from all over the world. Mostly Italian was spoken, and I actually understood what was going on and was able to communicate with people. We shaked our booties to Usher and the Black Eyed Peas, then did an Italian folk dance that was suspiciously similiar to American square dancing, and then I taught a guy from Slovakia how to do the Electric Slide (!!). My life is now complete because of that. I kind of fell in love with said Slovak, but unfortunately, he has a girlfriend of six years. But it was an amazing night.

Tonight. Said Italian motocross racer is taking me to a Tuscan lake for a late-night picnic and swim. I went to the lake a couple of weekends ago, and itàs absolutely beautiful. The water looks like itàs in the Caribbean or something. I fully intend to continue my tradition of skinny dipping in every country I visit.

Amo Italia.

Yea, I think Iàm moving back here after graduation.