|The alley outside the window|
We sat in the kitchen a small white table. Rosanna made us pasta with what I presume to be parmesan cheese, carrots soaked in vinegar, small sliced potatoes and some sort of small meat cakes. While we ate, Rosanna watched the television, switching between a dubbed soap opera and the news on channel “primo”. After we had both finished eating, Rosanna took our plates and pulled a pastry out of the oven, which she told me was “cioccolata.” The pastry itself was thick and dry, and the chocolate filling tasted similar to a fig, like the filling of a fig newton cookie.
After dinner, I took a shower. Though we have a bathroom in our room, the shower is located down the hall. This bathroom is much larger than ours and has a large sink, a toilet and bedit. The shower is a large bathtub with a small hand shower head on the side. The cold knob is labeled F and the warm is labeled C.
So far the most interesting thing has been communicating with Rosanna. Though I have some Italian language background, it has been difficult at times to speak with her. For the most part I able to pick out certain words and we gesture. I also frequently point at things and ask her “che significa?” to find out the Italian word.