"What the heck, who could that be?"
"Chi รจ?" (Who is it?)
in an awful arabic sounding accent "Sorella Alley, do you do corso d'inglese?....corso d'inglese?"
"Si, ma in la chiesa e il martedi. Chi parla?" (yes, but in the church on tuesday, Who is talking?) ((in my head - OH no!!!! Armondo the creep has found my house!!!!!)
"uhhhh Fratello Alley..:"
I
then ran, through the rain, in my socks, to find gooood ol' Richard P.
Alley standing at my gate. What the heck, the best sorpresa (surprise!)
in my entire life! Literally, i was so happy i had little happy tears
explode from my eyeballs. Well We then sat outside my door and chatted
for about 48 minutes hahaha and then he had to go on his way as I was on
an exhange. I then got to talk on the phone while being totally Italian
and chatting on the metro. But seriously it was such the bomb surprise
and brightened my entire transfer. Basically what I am saying is that I
have the bomb diggity oldest brother who thankfully likes surprises more
than anyone does! Also, he gave a little cash (A LOT; THANK YOU!) to
the Sorella Alley Italian Shoe Fund (sorry Dad, i am coming home with
double the amount of shoes!). Oh how wonderful!