Classes begin tomorrow and I am both excited and a little nervous. The Italian Culinary Institute for Foreigners is like the United Nations, with many different countries represented and languages spoken. World peace through Italian cooking? Italian food conquering the world?
http://m.npr.org/story/137904978?url=/books/titles/137904978/how-italian-food-conquered-the-world
Many of the students are young. I could be the mother of my classmates. That is, if I had born children by foreign men later in life. They seem genuinely nice, outgoing and brimming with enthusiasm. I shall try not to hate them.
Tomorrow we are provided uniforms. Tonight, I get settled into my room, which I share with a young woman from Columbia, and maybe another person. I've heard two people comment that it is much calmer now that the Brazilians have left. I just smiled and nodded, because although spoken in English, I continue still not to fully understand the words spoken to me.
