I am tired today. As soon as I finish e-mailing I'm going home to do my laundry and take a nap. Last night was the first night that I forgot where I was...I rolled over, kicked the wall (I am sleeping on a bonafide, genuine cot) and thought, "That shouldn't be there...oh yeah, I guess it should."

Last night I had my first observed teaching session, I think it went well. The girls I taught were 12 years-old, and were a lot better than any of us had been expecting them to be, which made the lesson more fun. Tomorrow marks the end of week 1...I've got a lot to do between now and then end of the course in October (like find a job and a place to live), but I'm not too worried.

I'm so tired I'm having trouble coming up with things to write right now, so I guess I'll leave it with one of my 'culture shocks' that has been really funny for me and my friends living in Cesano. There is a military base in Cesano, and though we're not sure it's related to this or not, every night starting at 10:30, a trumpet blares CHARGE, and does so intermittently for the next half hour. At 11 it switches over to a rendition of Taps, and that is what I usually fall asleep to. In the morning the entire brass band strikes up a cord and plays the Italian national anthem, starting at about 7:30...I almost feel as if I'm at a Civil War army camp. That's it for now, I need to summon the strength to get to the metro.