Che Stress!

    My Italian teacher always said "Che Stress!" when a piece of her computer equipment failed to show the powerpoint presentations she'd tirelessly constructed the night before. It means what it says, but hearing this phrase five times a day made it stick quite firm in my mind. Therefore, I give you...

    Leaving in THREE DAYS=CHE STRESS

    She would be proud she taught me something. 

I started packing (finally) tonight and bought all the needed medication, school supplies and other necessities for this trip (including a box of CoCo Wheats, because I plan to introduce this chocolaty breakfast treat to 'dem Italians while I'm over there)  

However, I have yet to actually put anything in a suitcase, so whether that classifies as starting or not is up to you to decide.

    I am getting a little nervous, but more so ready to just leave. Besides, these abstract weather patterns are getting even weirder and I just want to be in the Mediterranean lounging with some beautiful people (something Venango County surely lacks in).  I have one more work day left (Sunday) and after that it's wine tastings and cheese festivals for four and a half months. Who could ask for more? I'm salivating so I better get a tissue.

    I'll leave you with this fun fact:

    

    The average Italian consumes half a pound of bread a day.

    (SCORE! I'll fit right in.)