Verona days ten and eleven

Wednesday: 'work day'

After having a snack in this fantastic bar next to the Italian school - Germany is rather underdeveloped when it comes to street food - I go to the Benetton store in the center of Verona to hunt for bargains: i saldi. I love these wool sweaters in non-boring colors and I love picking out things for people close to me.

On the way home, I am thrilled about the 'success' of yesterday's bad weather: the southern Alpine foothills have dressed up and put on their white clothes - it snowed down to a low altitude and was colder than in Germany yesterday.

Thursday: Class and cooking
After class, I do homework in the classroom with Ina, this wonderful old American lady, until the social event at the Italian school begins at 1:00 p.m. Andrea, a young Italian chef, organizes a joint cooking session in the school's cucina with selected ingredients, wine of the same quality, and the request to like his posts on Instagram or Facebook. He mentions that he used to work in a Michelin-star restaurant, everything was fine and dandy, but the working hours there were not very family-friendly. Anyways, we have our aperitivo and start cooking: puff pastry pizzas and ricotta and spinach cannelloni.
I simply enjoy listening to Andrea and not having to speak German with Anna, Johanna, and Nina. Luckily, there are now 3 black African nuns from Eritrea and Kenya in my class, a 19-year-old Tunisian girl who wants to study computer science here and needs a B2 language level certificate for university, and a 26-year-old Russian woman married in France and working as an English teacher (!) at a high school, but no Germans.

Italian is an art language, says Andrea, for the news, newspapers, and foreigners. If you want to tell a joke or express something emotionally, then you speak dialetto, not (High) Italian.