Formaggio e panna

I'm here! I'm not dead! I just haven't had internet in a while. Let's get straight into the update shall we?
I've started school, time not spent surrounded my classmates trying to teach me to swear is taken up by doodling in my notebook, bored out of my mind because I don't understand a single thing that's going on. Except in English class. And then only sometimes. Also, school has smoke breaks. For the students. To smoke. Which they do. Mental!
I also saw snow for the first time, which was rather awesome, and had my first conversation in a week with Andrea, one of Giudi and Carli's friends who speaks near perfect English. It was heaven, I hadn't realised how much I missed being understood.
Also, I think Italy is trying to make me fat. I'm serious. Italy's like 'Hi Rachel, welcome! Try some Nutella. Mmm, good isn't it. Have it every day for breakfast. Go on, spread it on biscotti. Oh and hey, have some fondue! Go on, have more! And some tasty pizza, with lots of cheese and proscuito. Oh and hey, see this whipped cream in a can? It doesn't taste all weird and aerosol-y like Australian cream in a can tastses! Go on, have some. Have a little more. Spray it on pastries! Spray it on cake! Spray it directly into your mouth!' And I'm like 'Nooo! You can't make me! I wo... hey, this is really good.' So yeah, I'm in trouble.

One last thing: Italian cheese, gross and ooky. Italian bread, greatest thing in the world. Call me Mrs Italian Bread, because I'm going to marry it I love it so much.