Friday Aperitivi

It has become a Friday tradition. On Friday, none of us have to stay late to tutor or coach. So Amy and I ask Mike, if he "needs" company on his ride home. The answer is always, "of course" and somehow we find our way to the Irish bar in Mike's neighborhood, where we drink cocktails outside under the propane umbrella heaters. It is the simplest tradition, but my most favorite in Milano. It is with them, that I find laughter coming out of me, like I am seven. I feel home, willing to say the most ridiculous things. They are like my siblings, who love me no matter what, pick on me incessantly, lecture me sometimes, but people who always care.