A short, clumsy dayolog from Italy.
I am at my parents' house, in the small and boring village of Orzinuovi, in Italy. It feels good to see my parents: they seem quite happy. My sister is busy with her studies, and my granparents are busy with their grandchildren. The weather is quite pleasant; the unbearable Northern Italy summer will start in about a month.
On Monday I interviewed for a job. I dearly hope I get it. But, in any case, by the end of May I will be back in Italy. Enough Mexico for baffo.
Much as I love the country, it is not my country I am afraid. Of course, there are no guarantees that -after 5 years out of Italy- I will be happy here again.
I find myself changed in many ways. But it is too early to worry: first they have to accept me, and turn me into Professor Baffo :-{).
PS: nice daylog by mibarra! I share his feelings, completely.
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