Casteggio

I have finished my first two-week camp. Thank you, thank you... please, hold your applause. The last two weeks were spent at the most hospitipal household you could ever imagine. I had not just a room, but an entire floor to myself, equipped with floor to ceiling windows looking out at their meticulous garden (from which we ate nectarines and peaches on a semi-daily basis), a bathroom equivilant in size to the bedroom with a walk-in glass shower and jacuzzi, and a queen size bed with a window that allowed the sun to wake me up every morning. I know for you late-risers out there that may not sound appealing, but there is something about having the first light of a new day soak your body with its holy goodness that makes everything right with the world.

I am now with a new host family (my third to date), and they actually have a view that tops my previous family. We ate dinner last night on their patio overlooking the city of Categgio as the sun bid us buono notte and crawled under its fluffy white covers. I will only stay here one more night, though, for reasons unbeknownst to me. Apparantly I move host families tomorrow. My current family drove me past the house yesterday, though. They own and operate a vineyard in their backyard. I'm talkin' acres.