ho paura di parlare

so i sit here listening to the beautiful sounds of my korean neighbors singing karaoke at the top of their lungs. yesterday, was an awesome day. I think i had an italian over load. must have. my head hurts a bit. I discovered my great fear of speaking italian. I met Zaino, a friend of Lorenza, whose real name is not Zaino but sounds something like Zaino, which means "backpack" in italiano. He speaks english as well as i speak italian so we had interesting conversations. I think he might have been making fun of my Americaness i'm not sure. but this must have been good for me to struggle so i can learn. I got to experience a great italian delicacy panzarotti, which is fried bread stuffed with mozzerella e sauce. mmmmmmmmmmmmm. for dinner it was another adventure, Lorenza wanted to try quesadilla because there is not much mexican food around here and she never had it. we came up with something close to a quesadilla. then for dessert we had the best pancakes in the world. my brain is still exhausted even after sleep.