Oggi e tre settimane

Today marks three weeks since I left Canada at 8 in the morning. Well, actually, about 7 at night by the time we flew over the ocean. Anyways.
I think I am about where I thought I would be. But, one cannot have expectations.
In my next weeks I will be going to France for a weekend, mildly celebrating halloween (sans trick or treating. It is not all that big here yet), and then in November we will be going to a closeby town, S. Marino, and celebrating a saint I forget the name of. The children take lanterns throught the forest at night. I am sure it will be wonderful and beautiful, but c'mon. Sending children into the forest at night? Sounds like a certain chapter in Harry Potter where they almost die!
Allora. It has been raining for two days and my throat is all like, hey nose, hey ears, let's get really angry and fill ourselves with rage. In this case rage is snot and mucus. Gross, I know.
But, the clouds are beautiful as they graze the mountains. You can see the big heavy dark ones that hang very low and the light grey ones that float about and around with nothing to do but flit past us onto other towns. Also, this flat has a metal roof and it sounds cool when it rains.
I was going to put up some pictures of Urbino today, but you will have to wait. As it turns out, the bus to Bologna comes to late for me to catch the plane I would like to be on, so I need to do some resheduling this morning.
This morning also marks another big step. Sarah, in her cries for mercy, said my name amongst the snotty Mama's. She has realised I am an authority figure and we finally have some agreements about things. Like, she listens to me and I have all the control. Haha. Oh, also, this reminds me of my name. Carrie is not an Italian name. In fact, Italians cannot pronounce it. It is especially hard for chilren. Benedetta called me many things in the first week. She made up a lot of names that were really just sounds. Alessandra told me they meant nothing. She has decided on Caralina, with a perfect rolled r. Sarah will say, Non chiama Caralina, e Carrie! So, I anwer to both Caralina and Carrie. Carrie sounds like Cally when Sarah says it because she has not mastered the rolled r's either. Leo says it with the rolled r's and it's the closest I will get to hearing my real name until I get back to Canada. I like Caralina. It's like I'm a spy in Italy.

No one will find Carrie, she does not exist. Only... Caralina. (Exagerate the r a little and hang onto the I for a bit. Maybe end with a wink.)