Stayed in the villa today, not that there is any less hustle and business at the top of the hill on Affagalasino than in the heart of the historic center. Humanities rolled into Poetry, which considerably echoed the previous semester without being as... Stop before I reveal too much opinion Latin capped the morning- immersion, if nothing else, forces you to listen. Already I understand the language better than in the past three semesters (not to say I know it well. "At all" is more than I understood before.) In Theology, as Mons. Soseman discussed the erroneous tendencies of those who copied the bible without spaces between words, I remembered legere (to read) also means "to pick out". Immersion, by forcing you to listen, forces you to pick out, which has made it easier to read the Latin text.
Before dinner a visiting seminarian asked asked if the city still held surprises or if the classes before us prepared us well for what was to come. There was no way for the immensity of this Roman experience to fit into the stories classmates have told us- they could not have painted accurately even a glimpse off the ridge of Piazza Garibaldi, nor did anyone mention that all Italian doors are PUSH from the outside, which tricks me every time. Without being in the city, I'm not sure even Virgil could have shown it accurately, but I still have reading to do, so I'm off to test that theory.
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