Well... another couple of weeks in Conegliano have been quite nice. Feeling the immense guilt from endless strings of big lunches followed by big dinners, I have taken many long walks through town and around, discovering new charming sides of the city.

Mary came to visit us and stay for a week, and unfortunately brought with her a small virus, so at turns, we were FORCED to stop eating for a couple of days. We had a few outstanding dinners, one where an old guy came to cook for us, so passionate about cooking meat on the spit that you could absolutely taste it. Another, at a traditional agriturismo where we were welcomed by a Tanzanian woman, who'd moved to the area aged 18, and treated us with four courses of meat from her own animals, cooked on a fire in front of us as we were eating. Ab-so-lu-te-ly amazing, melting-in-the-mouth organic produce.
We also had Ugo, a family friend passionate about making gnocchi, over to cooks us his speciality one lunch.

I spent a couple of days at the beach of Lignano with my auntie, uncle and cousin.
I'm now getting organised to go to France, as I'm leaving in less than a week! I'll be flying to Paris with my parents on August 23rd, they will return to Perth a couple of days later, and I'll be staying on until the 31st, with Patrick, my good Austrian friend. Should be just lovely!

I'm quite worried about Grenoble, as I'm really not as organised as I should be. I don't know what to expect from the university, but UWA has informed me that it's one of the hardest and most selective French institutions, which makes NO distinction between French and international students. This, added to the fact that my current French has been infested by Spanish, is a bit worrying. But, give it a week or two and I'm sure I'll settle in fine.

Must go. Cheerio! =]