Wait long enough and things get better. After 2 weeks of the worst living conditions of my life, I have been thrown into the best, even compared to Japan. Bolzano seems to be a culturally ambiguous enigma, constantly trying to decide whether it is German or Italian; the language constantly shifts, and all the street signs are written in both. The hotel is amazing, and the town is beautiful - a bustling Italian cafe-filled haven where outdoor seating is the norm, and live music is a given. How this competition has enough money to let us order freely from the most expensive restaurants, I will never know. Here is hoping that I wont get that yellow slip of paper under my door telling me I have to leave so soon.