[T]HE ALARM CLOCK I bought here in Cagli never seems to work, so the voices of the Cagliese men are a sort of unofficial alarm clock. Each morning I hear their words. I think I finally figured out what they’re doing outside my window. Since my bedroom is on the basement level, I think the voices are those of a public works crew who is repairing the street. Since I don’t understand the language, I can only understand what is universal- that being laughter. Their laughter in the morning lets me know that all is okay with the world.

--Christopher Nelson
(Loyola)