I live in a Castle

That's right. You read correctly. I live in a Castle.
A real castle made of stone and wood, with stairwells that definitely do NOT conform to Canadian building code. (Standard risers? Nah, them's for wusses.) A real bonified castle with bad plumbing, flickering lights, and ghosts! That's right folks, my castle is haunted. With eerie noises at night and miscelanous things going missing from rooms. I LOVE IT!

But on to more serious things...
Looks like I won't be able to make it to the Palio in Sienna. Because the group has decided to forgo the trip to the Cararra Marble mine and go to Pompeii and Capri instead. Woo! It means I'll have to put up a bit of my own money (*cough* 200 Euro *cough*) but I think it'll be worth it. Especially since they'll be taking us on guided tours and the like. Now I get to look up my Capri contact that my colourist gave me. I'm to arrive on the island, ask for "Alphonse", and tell him that Tom and Louis send their love "hugs and kisses".

Tomorrow they're carting us off to Milan! Unfortunately we leave at 5:45am. Oi!