The weather here is absolutely gorgeous. Pretty much around the seventies during the day, and cooling off for great sleep at night. It hasn't rained in ages, and I'm currently sitting in the piazza where I steal my internet from in sandals, pants and a tee shirt. I mention this because I chatted with the fam yesterday, and they explained that it's been mid-thirties and cooling right off up Northeast Kingdom way. Ahhhh....the sun is nice, although I do miss the foliage, crisp mornings, and glancing at the early season snow capped Mansfield and Madonna mountains knowing that winter is on its way and with that a glorious ski season.

Today I get to act as interpreter for the landlord of the apartment I'm staying in without her knowledge. Apparently I'm just a visiting 'friend' who lives in another part of town, and am offering my Italian skills, since the couple I'm living with (or imposing on, whichever way you want to look at it) doesn't speak Italian. My roommates and I (two of the three) are trying to get me a free month of living, but I'm not sure it's going to work. We've concealed my sleeping area by putting the thin mattress underneath one of the other cots, and I've arranged all of my belongings in the mix of my friends' so as to be inconspicuous. Our apartment has had some crazy hardware issues involving electricity and its absence for many hours of the day, along with no hot water and a bedroom door that doesn't close, and so I am going to explain this all to her, pretending that I haven't been living/having to deal with it for the past seven days. We'll see how this all goes. The next three weeks will be the diary of Anne Houston, as I hide from Bruna and her money seeking hands.