Oil and I Have a Love/Hate Relationship

It's delicious. So delicious. And they put it on EVERYTHING. However, it also get on everything, including things that are not food. It's just annoying. Also, I don't know if this is an Italian thing or just my host family, but they don't seem to put their napkins in the laps at dinner, which I do automatically, but of course the few nights that I try to fit in and not, I drop pasta on my lap. Certo. Ah well.
Today was another regular day at school, pleasant but nothing new.
However, next week I begin my community service project, which is teaching English in an elementary school for an hour a week. The reason I decided to do this project is because the idea of it terrifies me. TERRIFIES. And I figure when things seem that impossible and scary, it probably means it's worth doing. I'm assigned to a class of fourth graders, I believe. And Mike, one of the program directors who organizes this project, said that there's really no way to do it wrong, as long as we don't show up with porn or anything weird like that. It's also supposed to be good for learning Italian because the kids will bombard us with Italian, even though we're supposed to be speaking Italian. So that'll be on Monday.

And finally, to counter the last post's really bad picture of me, here's a really cute one of me and my host mommy and brother:

Alessandra, me, and Edoardo