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Just to check in:
Last night we went for a walk on the beach in the moonlight, and I was humming the "Moonlight Sonata" in my head, among other things, and it was simply, absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful. One of the other songs I was singing, that came to my mind, was the opening and closing song from "Mamma Mia!", whose words I never did quite get the hang of, but it has something to do with "I have a dream," which without the music sounds a lot more like the words of Martin Luther King Jr. than of this peaceful song, whose movie scene could have seriously been filmed last night in this bay, it was so similar!

I'm pretty homesick; I miss everyone terribly. The thought of texting seems more foreign to me than it did before I ever got the service or a phone. I get slight shivers at the thought of the capability to communicate with someone instantly by simply pulling out that magical little device and typing up a message. It's not that people here don't do it- it's that I don't do it, and being as such, the idea of that capability has become strangely dissconnected from myself, in my thoughts.

I'm doing good, though, and I'm glad I've been able to use the computer the last couple of days.

Oh and by the way, it's been HOT. So hot that it's sometimes hard to even move, much less think; it has a remarkable ability to put me into a strange, sleep-like stupor that increases general frustration when trying to understand Italian sentences spoken to me.As I laid face down on a sheet-covered matress today at 11 o'clock in the morning (a single sheet is all we sleep under, if even that), laying on my stomach because my back still hurts so bad from the sunburn I got 2 days ago, that I didn't even think was that bad, I began to wonder if even Albuquerque is this hot, and I decided that I think I am going to appreciate to a much greater extent, any amount of coolness I experience in that city after this.

I have a feeling that the last week in Bergamo before I leave, once we get back from the sea, will go even faster than the last week before I left New Mexico to come here- which was, as many of you know, allarmingly fast. I still have quite a few things to buy, including... I can't quite remember, but I think the list included something like one of the strange pairs of pants that are extremely popular here that I can't help bring back because they are so unique, though I have a feeling I will probably look perfectly ridiculous in, and hopefully a jacket or T shirt or something with "ITALY" on it, because I'm here, aren't I?, so why not?, and also a very large jar of Nutella. The plus side to losing about half of my posessions -including all my shampoo, lotion, contact solution, hair spray, and other particularly heavy items, not including (thank God!) any of my MANY books, I do not think I will have cause to worry over the weight of my suitcase for my trip home. I am quite fortunate, actually, for what travelers can have the pleasure to remark that, even after buying their souveniers and gifts, they were able to enjoy the ease of a return trip home with still less than what they started with!? -don't argue; I'm sure it's a good thing. And speaking of purchases, I bought at the bazar a simply wonderful shoulder strap bag to add to my growing collection (a cumbersom collection which I'm sure my mom and sister have had an interesting time taking note of as they try to re-organize our room!), which, though entirely UN-Italian, and in fact written with what I believe is Hindi (if that's even a language :\ forgive me for my ignorance. I mean to say the common language that is spoken in India), is one of the best I've had yet, and which I am very excited to use once I get home! (I am not using it until I get home but am keeping it safely stowed in my sealed and stationary backpack; I seem to have recently aquired a strange sort of paranoia with losing things, if you can imagine).

Thank you for enduring my probably terribly grammatic and spelling errors in sentences that run on for so long you may even forget what it is I'm talking about. You should consider yourself lucky- halfway through my second journal, I have broken my record by writing what may have been a page, though possibly a page and a half long sentence. Words are just too pressing to contain with things like periods, don't you think? Anyhow, perhaps I will go for a swim now, I'm not sure. We have planned, at Stefano's idea and Marco's excited consent, to go swimming at midnight on the night when there is a full moon, which should be quite soon now! I am very much looking forward to that, and rather relieved after testing the water after dark on last night's walk and finding it not nearly as freezing as the water on the west coast ever was in the day during the summers when I went.

Lots of love. Truly (seriously. I mean it).
God bless :)