The End

Today was the last day in Turin. Mark and I horribly failed our Probability exam this afternoon. The failure was disappointing, but it was such a thorough failure I can’t complain. In the spirit of my last night and a Wednesday I cooked dinner for those still in Sponda. It was a nice quiet dinner with four or five people.

Saying good bye at the end of the night was not particularly difficult. At this point I am rather used to it I guess. The chances of me seeing Laetita or Marina again are pretty slim, and considering that I wasn’t particularly close to them I don’t think they will care either. Mark will be back shortly at which point I will see him around campus. Caglar can go either way, but I have a feeling will run into each other at some point.

Tal should have been perhaps the hardest to say good bye to, but it was more of a “I’ll see you later.” I know we will see each other again because we both want it. As an architect, Chicago is an important destination, and Tal will more then likely make it out here. Plus my sense of adventure and travel will at the very least bring me back to Europe, which is close enough, if not to Israel. In the words of Pambos “It needs time.”