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It's almost time to pack up and leave here, which is saddening. Virtually everyone seems so ready to get home, but honestly I could stay here forever. With a few changes maybe. It's not that I don't love my family and want to see them, but it's wonderful here. I think I'm just more suited to this continent. Atlanta and Philadelphia are just going to be so boring. If I did stay here though, I would want a kitchen. I'm beyond vegetable deprived. Looking at them makes me drool with joy and desire. I'm not going to be able to eat pasta/pizza/bread/cheese for a month at least after getting home. The idea is fairly repulsive. Ew.

The hotel had a going-away reception for us last night, which was wonderful. They cooked a delicious dinner buffet and served wine and dessert. Mmm. It was fun because they did superlatives for people and generally had a good time, especially as it was one of the maid's birthday! It's so sad to think that we're gone so soon though. I just don't know where the time has gone.

I had a final presentation yesterday for history (the professor said it was "exemplary" which is good, if he knows what that word means) and one today for Italian. The history one was on Savonarola, who was an interesting guy. The fanatics always are. For Italian we had to create a guidebook of places and then a commercial for it. We had a Wizard of Oz theme, which my professor loved, so that's good news.

I wish I could stay in Europe forever. In fact, I plan to after college. I'm buying a one-way ticket (but no worries mom, I'll be back for Christmas).