After breakfast, we had the last of Professor Oldcorn's lectures (if one can call them that). During this one, he read to us a string of Romantic Italian poems, translated into English. The silence that concluded the talk was deafening. Most of us took a boat across the lake to Intra, a lakeside town that sprawled up a small hill. People bought lots of leather goods.

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We returned to the hotel for lunch, which was a recapitulation of the last several meals, each dish disguised with some sort of sauce or mayonnaise. We spent the afternoon relaxing by the pool.

In the evening, people dresseed up for the graduation ceremony and final dinner. Each member was asked a question (an easy one) by Maura, in the style of European oral examinations, and everyone received a diploma. Maura, who works during the winter as a Lufthansa stewardess, was gracious, efficient, full of energy, and very kind and thoughtful. You couldn't want a better tour director.

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Dinner was marked by a warm feeling and a certain sadness, as it was our last together.

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