Student Housing and the Police

Columbia, Mexico and USA are now represented in our small room. We three share a toilet with a fouth woman and it was quite a scene getting everyone turned out on time this morning.

There was a late night row in our dorm courtyard involving young drunken aspiring chefs from across the globe meeting the likes of an apparently sober whack job. I watched it unfold from my balcony. Mama Mia!

The carabinieri arrived around 2:00 a.m., but the show was over by that time, except for the perp claiming to be the victim. Today, our class was visited by the friendly carabinieri again, and they are seen here being assisted by the English interpreter.

As for class, school orientation is a drudgery in any language. We did prep work for four italian bread recipes, which we will bake tomorrow morning during our first actual cooking class. Later this week, pizza making!