Nothing too exciting today other than the HORRIBLE calls (or lack there of) made by refs during USA vs. Slovenia. I never took myself for a soccer fan but being somewhere other than the U.S. during the World Cup will definitely bring out repressed enthusiasm. It's amazing how many people come out at night just to sit in cafes and bars to watch the games with friends, and of course to watch foreigners walk by without the slightest sense of subtlety.
Last night we went to one of the churches here for a time of fellowship and I got the chance to talk with the cutest kids ever. Branden (I think that was his name, but I could totally have misunderstood due to this fun thing called a language barrier) who was 10 spoke great English, his sister Claudia who was 5 spoke none, but her brother translated. Their mom spoke Italian too, but neither of us were very good. By the end of the night I didn't want to leave them and poor little Claudia got so sad when I said "ciao," she gave me the tightest hug and I wasn't sure she would ever let go. It's crazy the kind of relationships you can make without saying hardly anything to someone.
Everything else is great here. People are happy to see us, the foot is tasty, and at least until Sunday when we go to the village, we have a working shower and a toilet you can sit on :) What more than that could a girl ask for?
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