Weeks 73 through 78


The view outside my window at work (in Povo) last week.

The last couple of months have gone by really fast. It’s been cold and snowing, which has been quite lovely, but I am certainly looking forward to spring. This month, I started my new internship at FBK, I took an intensive Italian language course, and I’ve been training my aerial silks skills as well.

At work, my main project deals with understanding the speech of second language learners. In the Trentino area, there is an examination company which administers English proficiency exams to Italian high school students. The goal of the project is to write a program which recognizes the spontaneous speech of the students, and to give their answers a grade similar to the way a teacher would grade them. The difficulty of the project as a whole comes from the fact that we have relatively little data of the students, they are speaking with an Italian accent, and the teachers’ grades may not always be consistent.

There are further difficulties that I’ve encountered in my own work. Firstly, I’m constantly fighting with Kaldi (an open source speech recognition toolkit). It’s basically written in C++ and shell script. I have to admit to you now, that I haven’t worked much with compiled languages in general, and certainly not C++. Fortunately, I haven’t had to dig too deeply in that part of the code yet. In terms of the shell scripting, well, it gets rather messy in Kaldi. I’m certainly getting a lot more comfortable with the linux command line now, although I feel that might be a never ending process.

A few weeks ago, I started attending an intensive Italian language course. The language courses here are organized by the CEFR levels, but they further split each section into two parts. When I first came to Italy, I took a placement test, and skipped straight into level A2a. It was a little bit higher than I was necessarily comfortable at, but I find that that’s a good way to learn quickly. During the next round of intensive courses, there was no A2b (the next level) available, so the teachers let me skip straight into B1a. This was again a fair bit harder than I was entirely comfortable at, but the course was actually really good. We got a lot of practice speaking, so I began to feel like I could start making proper sentences. I still feel pretty far behind in terms of grammar, but I am at least able to reason about it, if not speak it properly in the heat of the moment. The main difficulty I had with the course was that I had to wake up super early to get to work early so that I could leave early for the course. I didn’t have much time to eat after lunch, and sometimes I went straight to aerial silks even after Italian!

Speaking of aerial, I’ve been practicing 2-3 times a week (trying to get closer to a consistent 3 times now), and I have really begun to see improvement. The week before last, I couldn’t hardly do an inversion, except from the ground with a bit of a jump. Now I’m able to get into them in the air, if I give it a bit of a swing. It still looks all wonky, since I really can’t keep my legs straight while doing it, and I still struggle to throw my legs back at the very end so I end up sort of awkwardly catching the silks with my feet and bent legs, but I am seeing progress. Now I need to work on flexibility and lifting the weight of my straight legs (rather than bent legs) during inversions. This last Sunday, I learned my first drops– three different ones!

I really like the feeling of achieving new things in aerial. It’s nice to know that something that I couldn’t do yesterday, has become routine today. It’s really cool to feel like I can hold myself up in the air long enough to start playing around and experimenting with the silks. It’s also nice to work with people who are better than you in the class, because you can see what you’re working towards. All in all, this is one of the most fun things going on right now.


  • €225 – rent
  • €31 – trash fee
  • €50 – utilities/internet
  • €21 – phone
  • €167 – groceries
  • €6 – dining
  • €30 – education (text book)
  • €21 – gym
  • €5 – video games
  • €180 – train tickets, souvenirs, etc. in Venice
  • Total: €736


Last weekend, we visited Carnevale in Venice. I have to say, there was remarkably less public drunkenness than last time, in Cologne, but there were a lot more people. It was like a giant Renaissance Faire style costume party. The costumes ranged from a cheap 5 euro mask, to elaborate home made cosplay level get ups. I couldn’t help but buy a hand painted paper maché mask for myself, while my husband stuck with a cheaper plastic one with the giant plague-doctor style nose.

Venice is such an amazing city– it’s just like in the stories! Tiny streets spider out from the center, alongside narrow canals filled with gondolas and motorboats. Little arched bridges make a criss-crossing latticework over the canals, while constricting alleyways cut between the tall buildings, sometimes passing through low tunnels or under arched building supports. It’s claustrophobic right up until you reach Piazza San Marco, a wide plaza marked by a huge tower, an intricate basilica and a 24-hour Roman numeral clock, and which opens up to the Piazzetta di San Marco, which holds the palace. The Piazzetta in turn opens up to the main thoroughfare of Venice, the Grand Canal, where ferry boats snake their way around the entire city center, bussing people to the main hubs like the Piazza and the train station. There are no automobile roads.

If you had told me all of this, even if you had shown me pictures, I still don’t think I could have properly imagined this intricate city. Visiting during Carnevale was an amazing experience, in particular, as the whole city turns into one joyful party, but I look forward to returning during a calmer time as well, when there’s more time to see the sights.


Officialization 10: Health Insurance

Antifa street art in Bologna.

Officialization TOC

  1. Officialization 1: WTF comes next in Italy?
  2. Officialization 2: Apartment
  3. Officialization 3: Internet
  4. Officialization 4: Stay Permit, part I
  5. Officialization 5: Picking Courses
  6. Officialization 6: Stay Permit, part II
  7. Officialization 7: TV Tax
  8. Officialization 8: Stay Permit, part III
  9. Officialization 9: Residenzia
  10. Officialization 10: Health Insurance <– You are here

Health Insurance

I paid for the Italian national health insurance for 2018 when I was first applying for my stay permit. Now that I received my stay permit, it was time to actually sign up for the insurance.

This is done at yet another government office, separate from the others, called the Agenzia Sanitaria. I received a copy of the form called Azendia Provinciale per i Servizi Sanitari, which I had to fill out from the Welcome Office at school, but they neglected to tell me the Italian name or full address of the office. Without the Italian name, I had some trouble googling the location, but I finally found it at Via S. Giovanni Bosco 6 in Rovereto.

Upon arrival, I found the Anagrafe Sanitaria in the Segreteria’s office on the left hand side. It’s good that I came right as they opened because the line grew very quickly behind me. Once I got to the window, the lady asked me for my documents:

  • passport
  • permesso di soggiorno (stay permit)
  • proof of payment of health insurance (long top of a paper from the post office)
  • codice fiscale
  • iscrizione (proof of university enrollment)
  • the name of a local general practitioner doctor that will become your main doctor (if you don’t know one, I think they provide you with some options, but it’s better to find someone who speaks English ahead of time)

I had to scramble for some of the items, but since I have taken to carrying all of my documents to every government office every time, I ended up having everything with me. As for the name of the doctor, I got that from a friend who had been to one that apparently speaks English. I have never been there before, so I hope that when I have to go for my thyroxine medication, it all goes smoothly.

However, as the lady started to look up my information from the codice fiscale, something went wrong with her system. She started talking to her colleague, who pulled in another colleague, and another, and soon, everyone was all in a flurry, trying to help this lady figure out her system. I didn’t fully understand what was going on, but apparently the problem had to do with the fact that I was born in the Soviet Union (before its collapse), but my passport and documents all say I was born in Russia. Somehow, this impeded the creation of some sort of internal code or something like that. A frustrating 15 minutes later, they had finally figured out how to reconcile the difference. They gave me a certificate confirming my enrollment and a paper with the doctor’s hours, and I was done. However, because of this slowdown, I missed my last train to work before the 2 hour break in trains.

I would like to point out that it has been 5 months out of the 12 that I intend to stay here, and I am only now finishing some of this process for myself, and I still have follow ups to do with my husband. By the way, my permesso di soggiorno was actually expedited so 5 months should actually be considered faster than normal.

Polizia dei trasporti

I was on the train home today, and I sat somewhere in the center of the semi-empty car. As I was getting comfortable, four African guys came and sat in the seats a little ahead of me, and started talking boisterously in their native language(s) as the train got moving.


In a couple of minutes, a couple of burly looking police officers started approaching from the far end of the car with a conductor in tow, and the African guys quieted down. One of them started looking particularly worried. The police officers passed the Africans and came into my section of the car. They stopped there, and waited. The conductor asked for the tickets of everyone in turn on the far side of the car. I pulled mine out in preparation, but as the conductor approached the African guys, the police officers jumped up to lean on the seats just behind them.

The conductor asked for their tickets, and someone of them pulled some out for the conductor to examine, saying they were going to Verona; however, something was wrong. The conductor glanced at the police officers every now and then as he patiently explained that the tickets weren’t valid. I couldn’t tell if he was emboldened by their presence, or if he was made uneasy by it. The guys started protesting, asking why the tickets weren’t valid, and the conductor explained it once again, slowly. He asked them if they could produce valid tickets. When it was clear that they couldn’t, he asked them to pay.

They protested again at being asked to pay, insisting that their tickets should be valid. “It’s always like this,” replied the conductor, explaining the normal procedure for buying tickets. “Now you don’t have tickets, so you need to pay for the ride to Rovereto. Then you can get off and buy your tickets to Verona.”

Again the protests: “But we will be late if we get off at Rovereto to change trains!”

“You being late is not our problem. That’s your problem, because you don’t even have the tickets to Rovereto. Now you need to buy them. You’ll have to get off at Rovereto. You need to pay for the tickets. It’s 7 euro.”

“7 euro! Why 7 euro? It’s 4.50 at the train station!”

“It’s more when you pay on the train. So you need to pay 7 euro.”

Now the protests began in full. Some of the guys raised their voice to each other, either asking each other for money, or formulating some sort of other plan to get around the fee. Others continued arguing with the conductor about the cost. Five minutes or so passed, and the police officers were getting visibly annoyed.

“Alright, if you pay 4.50, I will sell you the tickets,” said the conductor, finally, seeing that there was no way he was going to get the 7 euro out of them.

“What about 2 euro,” asked one of the guys.

“The cost is 4.50 per person,” insisted the conductor.

“Hurry up!” yelled one of the police officers. “Are you going to pay?”

One of the guys started rifling for some change, but it was clear he didn’t have enough, or wasn’t going to offer enough. So the conductor asked for the guys’ identification.

Once again protests, once again asking for the price, haggling on the price, pretending not to understand. The one guy who had looked particularly worried before supplied his I.D. card. The others continued talking loudly.


“Enough!” yelled the police officer, “I need to see your I.D. now.”

The guy he had addressed pulled out his card. The police office came to the seats right in front of me, and took a phone picture of it before handing it back, and asking the second guy.

“Alright, wait, wait,” said the second guy.

“Don’t you tell me to wait! I wait for nothing. Let’s go. Your I.D., right now!”

The guy handed him a card. The police officer took a picture of it, and then came right back over to the guy, and yelled, “I said give me your I.D! Are you trying to make a fool out of me? You know I will take you to the station.”

The guy seemed scared enough now, and pulled out a paper document with his information. The police officer took a picture of that one too.

The other guys seemed to realize that this was serious now. One of them started asking the conductor again about the validity of the ticket he had, either feigning or actually showing his misunderstanding. Another said he was getting the money; he would pay.

At this point, the train started approaching Rovereto, and I had to get to the doors to get off. As I exited the train, I heard some commotion behind me. The guy who had paid was running towards his friend, who had exited the train from a different car, explaining what had happened. Two of the other guys seemed to be leaving without more incident. The last guy– the one who had tried to “make a fool” of the police officer– was being flanked by the two officers, perhaps being lead away to the station.

In the end, I was never asked for any tickets.

It’s rather blatant racial profiling. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen it. Last time it also happened to an African guy and a Middle Eastern guy. The police officers come in, and trap the guys between them and the conductor. The rest of the people on the train never get asked for tickets, as long as they look white enough.

On the other hand, it is true that a lot of the Africans are the ones without the tickets. They are also the ones that are boisterous on the trains and in the streets. They are the ones that try to force cheap bracelets and selfie-sticks on unsuspecting tourists, and who follow you around until you walk far enough away, or yell at them, or give in. Possibly, the Africans try to weasel out of buying tickets so hard, because they don’t have the money to afford them. I think the whole train tickets thing might be a ruse to try to rustle out the illegal immigrants– those who came here through some sort of pyramid scheme created by the distributors of the cheap trinkets.

But the police mainly only target the Africans.

Officialization 9: Residenzia


Neptune in Bologna.

Officialization TOC

  1. Officialization 1: WTF comes next in Italy?
  2. Officialization 2: Apartment
  3. Officialization 3: Internet
  4. Officialization 4: Stay Permit, part I
  5. Officialization 5: Picking Courses
  6. Officialization 6: Stay Permit, part II
  7. Officialization 7: TV Tax
  8. Officialization 8: Stay Permit, part III
  9. Officialization 9: Residenzia <— You are here
  10. Officialization 10: Health Insurance


I finally picked up my permesso di soggiorno (stay permit) in the middle of December, and this time it was correct. My husband also received his paper that says his permit is on the way. Along with my permit, I was given a paper that said that I had to go to anagrafe (municipal office) to register as a resident within 60 days. For this, I needed my:

  • passport
  • permesso di soggiorno (stay permit)
  • lease with official contract registration
  • marriage license

Since I am married, I was supposed to show them my official marriage certificate. Unfortunately, when we got married, the courthouse in Portland gave us only an official stamped copy of our marriage certificate. We have an official translation of this document but it’s not good enough. Apparently, the certificate has to have an apostille stamp on it, certifying its officialness. We never had one of these. Without this, once it’s my husband’s turn to register, he will only be considered as a cohabitator of some sort. In the meantime, the lady put my marriage status as unknown, so that once we get ahold of this apostille stamped document, we can make the change. Now we are waiting for that to come in the mail from the US.

In any case, after going to the office and doing all of this, I got a postcard in the mail from the polizia locale (local police office). They requested that I contact them in regards to the resident registration– they send a police office to make sure you actually live there. It took me 3 tries to talk to someone who I could more or less understand. In the end, an appointment was made at my apartment at 8:30am. They showed up at 8:00am, took a look at our passports and stay permits, wrote down some information from my lease, and left. They were both actually really nice, though we didn’t talk much, since we had trouble understanding each other.

So yea, apparently when you register, a police officer has to come to make sure you aren’t taking advantage of the system.

Weeks 68 through 72

This year, I spent the holidays back in the US. I typically only get to see my family once a year, and this is the first year in a while that I have been able to actually get back home. It was really nice to see my family in their natural habitat, as it were, as well as all the friends I had been unfortunately neglecting.

The first part of the trip the weather was a bit suboptimal, and I was super jetlagged, but I visited a lot of friends which was great. The second half of the trip the weather improved but, of course, as it always goes, I got horribly sick (I’m still coughing a little almost 2 weeks later), so I couldn’t do much of anything. I had planned to go hiking and to the beach, but I mostly ended up sitting at home, trying not to keel over. We only made it to Zuma Beach once, but we did see some dolphins (which is what happened last time we were here too). In any case, it was good that I allocated 3 weeks to the trip, since I was still left with enough time to see people despite all this.


Can you make out the dolphins in the center left in this crappy phone pic?

Being back in the US reminded me of all the things I miss. Firstly, how nice it is to be close to friends and family! I really miss just being able to call someone up and have them be like, “yea! let’s hang out,” spur the moment, without having to overly plan an activity, without having conversations stray towards work, and without worrying about having to reach home at some particular time. I miss this kind of easy company.

Secondly, it’s nice that stores and restaurants are actually open. You can get anything you want at any time. It makes life just a lot more convenient than in Europe, where everything is only open at odd hours. I also missed the wide variety of food, including asian and mexican food (the latter of which you can’t hardly find where I have been living)– and omg, LA sushi! Also, I kind of missed driving. It gives me a nice feeling of agency that I don’t have in Europe, since I don’t have a car here. I also missed not having to breath in a ton of second hand smoke on the streets. Finally, I missed not being rammed into by groups of ladies with giant bags when walking on the sidewalk. I don’t understand it, but Italians just won’t share the sidewalk so you either have to skirt to avoid everyone (which is sometimes literally impossible because you are already at the edge) or just get rammed. They push and shove all the time actually. So inconsiderate.

Then there were all the things I certainly didn’t miss: the traffic, the smog (visible certain times of day over LA), the long travel times (partly due to the traffic, partly just due to long distances), the incredibly high cost of living, and the consumerist/workaholic culture as well, which is, to some extent, the other side of the coin with things being open and available all the time.


I experienced that culture rather strongly when I went to check out the aerial classes at Cirque School near Hollywood in LA. I emailed them ahead of time, telling them about what I had been working on in silks and they said I should just do a drop in beginning class. So I signed up and I brought my little brother too, who I wanted to introduce to aerial. Unfortunately, this ended up being a terrible introduction for him. It was clear that the teacher at Cirque School expected us to be (a) physically fit and proficient, that is, you can already whip up plenty of push ups, sit ups, stretches, and yoga poses and (b) to be unable to do anything on silks or trapeze beyond basic climbs.

Maybe it isn’t unreasonable to assume that someone interested in aerial is already physically proficient, since it is a really demanding activity, but Cirque School’s tagline is “For anybody with any body.” I am afraid they did not fulfill that promise at all. The teacher was really dismissive of my little brother and of me as well, although I can already manage a few things. For my brother it was exhausting and discouraging, and for me it was frustrating and boring. It was clear that to the teacher, we were just another number on the long list of students that would file through the school, destined never to return– a self-fulfilling prophecy.

It’s like night and day as compared to ASD Punto Fitness in Rovereto and Night Flight in Portland, where my first experiences were so warm and welcoming. The teachers there didn’t expect you to be able to do anything, but they still got you up on the silks even in the first class, and they got you working on strength and flexibility right away. You walk away tired, but you feel like you are constantly improving, and it’s always fun and encouraging. I wanted to share that experience with my brother, but it just didn’t work out.

The end of the trip came much too soon. It took us over 24 real hours to get back to Rovereto, with 10 of those being spent on the most uncomfortable KLM plane imaginable. I wish I had taken a picture of how it was oriented, but basically, the seats were offset for some reason, so you had a seat leg right in front of you instead of an open space, and in our row there were additionally some sort of metal boxes taking up part of that space as well. I am a small person, who can fit in just about any seat, and I’ve sort of come to expect bad airplane conditions, but honestly, in this case… fuck that. This is just degrading. If you fly overseas, don’t pick KLM.

In any case, after a 1.5 hour car ride, a 10 hour flight, another 3 hour flight, 3 trains, and a bunch of waiting around in between, we finally reached Rovereto with just enough time to completely crash in bed. The very next day was Monday morning, when I would start my new full time internship, and in the following weeks, I would travel to Florence and Bologna as well. It was going to be busy!


Cathedral in Florence.

For my master’s here at University of Trento, I need to write the thesis of course, but I also need an internship of 375 hours, which should be on separate data from the thesis work. In September, I applied to a paid research studentship with FBK, a local research institute. They hired me primarily for the master’s portion of my work (which they see as a precursor to doing a PhD with them), but I will also do a separate internship project with them.

For my master’s thesis, I will be working on acoustic model adaptation for second language learners of English and German. This is a piece of a larger project aimed at automatic grading of English and German proficiency exams for Italian speakers. Some of the problems we will encounter are that speech of second language learners exhibits phonological crossover from their native language, making it difficult for a speech recognition system trained on English to recognize that speech; however, there isn’t enough training data available to create a model trained solely on second language learner’s speech, let alone in our specific domain, hence the need for model adaptation. In addition, the assignments have the students produce spontaneous speech (rather than read speech), meaning we don’t have an expected transcription to train on from our domain. The ultimate goal is to be able to assign a grade to the students the way a teacher would, but the teachers are often not entirely consistent in their grading, which is another hurdle. Long story short, it’s a challenging project.

The team at FBK hired me because I have experience in speech recognition already. Actually, I would have liked to work on something new, to get some more cross-pollination, but this position was paid, unlike most other options here (even if the pay isn’t much after the crazy high Italian taxes), and the topic seems interesting. I also hope there will be some opportunities to work on the language modelling portion of the project as well.

For the internship portion, it seems like I will most likely be working on Russian morphophonology. Since Russian exhibits a great deal of inflectional and derivational morphology, a naïve pronunciation lexicon of Russian suffers from having many different forms of the same word. In addition, stress drastically changes the realization of vowels in Russian, and stress often shifts based on inflections/derivations, making speech recognition much more difficult. The task will involve creating a Russian morphology model that can hopefully alleviate some of these issues. This is a problem I remember encountering at my last job as well, so I am excited to get the chance to work on it now.

For the time being, I have started getting used to my new position, learning Kaldi (an open source speech recognition toolkit), and reminding myself how restless I feel after 8 hour days at work (plus lunch and 1 hour commutes each way). Humans were not meant to sit in front of the computer for this long, and I am afraid my long-term health will suffer (I’ve had some hand pain in the past from this). I’ve continued doing aerial which helps me stay fit and I try to take breaks while working. It’s striking how little quality of working life of the average person has increased in proportion to the massive gains we have seen in humanity’s productivity in recent years.

Anyway, after a long first week at work, my husband and I woke up super early on Saturday to travel to Florence for the weekend. There was a Netrunner (card game) tournament there on Sunday that he wanted to participate in. In my case, I just wanted to see the city. The weather was perfect, so we spent Saturday walking around the city together seeing the main sights, and on Sunday I visited some museums on my own.

Of course I saw Michelangelo’s David in the Galleria dell’Academia, the beautiful painted ceilings of the Uffizi Galleria along with Botticelli’s Venus and many other amazing artworks, but I think my favorite piece of art was Caravaggio’s Medusa, painted on a ceremonial shield, just because it was so shocking:


All in all, it was a lovely city, though I would say that 2-3 days is enough to see the most interesting things. Also, I was very happy to visit in the off-season, because even in this chilly weather, the city had plenty of tourists!

This last weekend, we swapped the historic masterpieces of Florence for the modern street art of Bologna. My husband had another Netrunner tourney, and since we have family in Bologna, it made sense to visit. Bologna is a lovely city, and though we visited once before, it was under more stressful circumstances, so I am really happy to get a more relaxing weekend here. The city seems to be just the right size, where you can live comfortably with lots of varied things to do, with the nice possibility to get around (both by foot and public transport), but you aren’t inundated with people or tourists. I can imagine it being a nice city to live in, and it’s been a really nice time just chilling.


I didn’t break up the costs that well in my log for this month, so there’s a weird misc category with both gifts, groceries, and some other junk inside there, but oh well. It was an expensive couple of months due to Christmas and travelling a lot, but I should actually still manage to stay within budget. (Once again, having a person to split the costs with is huge.) Also, since I didn’t report costs in the last post, these numbers cover almost two months worth.

  • €450 – rent for two months
  • €123 – utilities (internet and gas/electric)
  • €23 – phone
  • €165 – aerial in Italy and the US
  • €385 – groceries, gifts, misc
  • €514 – travel
  • €186 – dining
  • Total (for almost two months): €1846

Weeks 66 and 67

IMG_20171211_092159The last couple weeks have been short but packed. We had a lovely dusting of snow, so the view outside my window became a winter wonderland, just in time for the holidays. Although I am not a big fan of the cold, I have to admit, the snow is so lovely and festive.

Also on the topic of festivities, since our window is in the very center of town, every single Saturday and Sunday since the second half of November, there have been full bands marching in the evenings down the red carpet just outside our window. I cannot emphasize how over-the-top the Christmas festivities are here, as I mentioned in my last post already: almost two months of Christmas markets, marching bands, hot spiced wine, lights, shows… I mean, it’s a small town… how can it support all of this?!IMG_20171217_172725

Speaking of shows, this last week, the department had a sort of informal variety/talent show for Christmas as well. For the first time ever, I performed on aerial silks! My awesome silks teachers set up the apparatus in the theatre, and helped me come up with a routine, although I only had time to practice it a few times before the performance. I made some mistakes during the performance, and I think you can really tell that I am a beginner, but considering I’ve only been at it for around 2.5 or 3 months now, I’m still really happy with how it went. The best part too, is that my husband, who is a musician, played one of the songs we wrote together for my performance!IMG_20171210_113242_1_2

Apart from the fun, there was also plenty of work to do the last couple of weeks. It’s probably the first time since I got here that I’ve felt actually busy. Mainly, I ended up doing four presentations, which took a lot of preparation. I don’t feel very comfortable as a public speaker, so I tend to practice these things at least 3-4 times each, and redo my slides countless times, before I feel ready. It took forever.

Tomorrow, my husband and I are leaving to go back to the US for the holidays. I’m really looking forward to visiting my family and friends, some of whom I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen in a couple of years now. I wish there were more interesting and local things to bring home as gifts, but with our globalized world, the stuff you can get here is mostly the same as at home (except for cured meat, which you can’t import into the US at all, unfortunately). I guess I’ll just have to bring home sweets.

I have to admit, I’m actually a little nervous to go back. Last time when I came home after such a long stint away was after college and a study abroad period in Russia. I remember how strange it felt being back home– like everything was the same as it had ever been, and yet completely different. After such a long time away, I remember realizing that I had changed a lot in that period after all. Now, too, I expect I’ve changed a lot. I guess I’m nervous-excited. But it’s hard to worry too much. After all, the holidays are all about family, friends, and food! It’s gonna be great.

Happy holidays from Rovereto to everyone out there, at home, in Europe, and all around the globe!