First off, sorry I haven't blogged in so long! I know my mom has probably been checking obsessively every day (probably even more often than facebook) to see if I've posted something so here I go :) I'll try not to take so long again.
Well, I have officially survived here for two weeks. Actually by now I guess it's two and a half.. (I started this a few days ago). It has been crazy trying to adjust, go to school, make friends, and all while learning Italian. I can't say it's been easy.
School has been great so far. It really has been a good way for me to get out of the house and have fun with people my age instead of being stuck with these little monsters all the time. The kids at school are wonderful. They have totally accepted me and are always trying to talk to me in class. Sometimes, usually in between classes, I'll be sitting by myself because that's when everyone gets up to go get food or stretch and a group of people will just suddenly be standing around my desk talking to me. Italians are so social! I love it. And the cool thing about my class (and the other classes too, I'm sure) is that there aren't really "cliques." Of course, there are certain groups who tend to talk to each other more than everyone else, but everyone is pretty friendly to each other and gets along well.
Today I FINALLY got to do something with my classmates. I'd been spending a lot of time with AFS liasons because I hadn't yet been invited to do anything with my school friends yet, and don't get me wrong, the AFS people are wonderful and I have fun with them, but it was nice to finally feel like I've actually made friends. I mean, I knew I had but now I know that they probably feel the same way about me! Hopefully... Anyways, today I went out for pizza with my friends Jessica, Zaira (Z-eye-ear-uh), Antonella, and Laudonia (Loud-own-ya). It was pretty fun. We just walked to a little bar near the school and got our food and then ate it. There was conversation but a lot of it was in Italian (as usual) and I didn't understand it. Thankfully, Jessica likes studying english so she's usually able to translate enough of the words for me that I can understand the jist of the conversation. Don't get me wrong though, I did have fun and I'd love to go out more with them! It's a lot more fun than eating lunch at a table with four boys screaming and refusing to eat their food.
After lunch, the girls came over to my house. I think the original plan was for me to help them with english homework.. but that didn't really happen. They came in and we were just standing around like hmm.. what should we do? So I showed them a few of my things and then brought out my laptop (which they were excited about) and we spent the rest of the time on youtube, facebook, listening to music, etc. It was fun :) We took turns showing eachother videos and songs from our own countries. Finally the girls had to go home. Before they left though, they said we'd do this again sometime next week. Unfortunately I had to tell them about Monica's stupid rule about not going out with friends except on saturdays and sundays. They were shocked and asked why (I have no idea why!) so I had them ask Monica for me if I could go out with them again next week. She STILL said no! It's ridiculous, how am I supposed to make friends? AFS has told us that we should accept every invitation to go out with friends in the beginning because it will help us with the language and making friends, and later in the experience when we are fluent and no longer new and exciting we will get fewer invitations like these. I have asked my liason what to do about this and she is going to talk to someone for me.
So today english class was... interesting.
We ended up having a debate about designer clothes, which started because the other ANNOYING kid in my class who speaks english is spoiled and a total show off. Seriously, he's constantly trying to be "cool" and only does things that he thinks will make him that way. A few days ago the english teacher asked him what breakfast was like in England, where he is from, and it is a lot like American breakfasts (the big ones you have at restaurants). Well when she reffered to them as "fatty" and "big" he got all self conscious, and was worried that, heaven forbid, everyone would think he ate huge breakfasts despite the fact that he looks like a twig and it wouldn't matter either way. But as soon as she said these he changes his story and says "no, no.. uhh well we don't eat them often and I only eat them when I go to London and blah blah blah.." Seriously, no one was listening anyways.. Just get over it.
Another annoying thing about Giammarco is that he thinks he knows everything. Or atleast, he tries to act like he does. Today we got in an arguement about freaking Gossip Girl! He insists that Gossip Girl exactly portrays the lives of rich American teens (particularily ones in New York). I repeatedly told him how unrealistic it was and that no one lives this way, but of course he insisted that I was wrong. I literally said to him, "Uhm, I'm pretty sure I LIVE in America and I know for a fact that no one lives like that, not even rich people." Seriously, who is he to tell me how people in my NATIVE COUNTRY live?! So annoying.
ANYWAYS, the debate today all started because my teacher decided to talk about spending money, or "pocket money" that we get from our parents. Yesterday we'd talked about weekly and monthly allowances and today we talked about spending money for clothes. Well this kid, Giammarco, claimed that his budget is 2000 Euros. That is ridiculous!!! I guess his dad is some rich buisiness guy or whatever, but still! No one should spend that kind of money on clothes. So this started the debate. The teacher proceeded to ask me how much I get for clothes, which Griammarco went on to say was "nothing!" and dissed American fashion. This I would not stand for! Earlier in the day, when I had jokingly mentioned how the attire of one of my classmates would make him be seen as "gay" in America, Giammarco said that "Americans don't know anything about fashion and fashion is very important in Italy. It's not gay, it's fashionable." Well excuse me Mr. my-daddy-gives-me-everything-I-want. So the debate began. The teacher had both of us stand in front of the class and give our opinions (American vs. British) about buying "designer clothes" instead of ones that aren't so expensive. Of course Giammarco had lame arguments, two whole arguements to be exact, and I had plenty more. Everyone in the class totally sided with me and agreed that you shouldn't spend so much money on clothes :) They also agreed with me that Giammarco was showing off and spoiled. Haha.
One of the points that I made, which my classmates loved, was that people in America would rather spend that money on nice houses and cars than clothes. Well, Italians love American houses, especially here in Caserta where there isn't a single house anywhere and everyone lives in condos. As soon as I mention "American houses" they immediately think of houses in suburbs and American tv shows that they've seen. They'd probably be so shocked to see how few people actually live like that. But anyways, they all nodded in agreement that having a nice house and nice cars is so much better than designer clothes. Especially if you can buy clothes just like those that cost way less. Giammarco's main point was that if it costs more, it is better quality, made from better material, and lasts longer, which I countered by saying that although this is sometimes true, the expensive material also costs more to take care of! I don't want to have to pay for dry cleaning everytime I wear my nice clothes.. BAM. Shut down, Giammarco.
Anyways, these are basically the highlights of my past week. I'm still making friends, learning the language, and getting used to my life here. People in my school, other than ones in my class, are starting to recognize me more as the "American girl" which is nice.. Hopefully I'll have plenty of friends soon and Monica will ammend her rules so that I can spend time with them.
This is the end of this post, hopefully it was long enough to satisfy all of you who have been nagging me until the next one! Arrivederci!
-Zoë
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Scoula - Day 1!
Wow... Where to start?! Today was my first day at school I think it went pretty well. I'll start at the beginning..
My day started off really great. I had gotten up a little earlier than necessary so I decided to check facebook and email before I made it known to my family that I was awake. Since it was so early here, it was only about 10:00pm in Washington, so Kayley was online! I got to chat with her for about 15 minutes which was really nice :) Then I went to go take a shower. For the past week my showers have been miserable. The water would refuse to be the right temperature for me; it was either scalding hot or freezing cold. For some reason, though, today it decided to be the perfect temperature that I almost didn't want to get out. But Kayley was waiting and my host family is very conservative about water so I got out. I made great time getting ready. It was nice to not be rushing to get ready and just be able to relax and cool my nerves.
I didn't really get too nervous until we were in the car. As soon as we were on the street I started getting nervous and scared of what school would be like. I wasn't really nervous about my classes.. Just about the other students and what they might think of me. Was I wearing the right clothes? Did my hair look nice? Would they care that I had the dorkiest backpack ever? The part that made me the most nervous, though, was the fact that I couldn't remember where my classroom was! I knew the area it was in and how to get there, but I couldn't really remember which door it was. I was so nervous about walking into the wrong room and getting laughed at.
When I got to my room I was pretty sure it was the right one, but decided to ask for help just in case. Luckily my principal (who's room was right down the hall) recognized me immediately. My first hour teacher happened to be standing right next to her too, so she just had me follow him to the room. Another teacher, who would eventually be my Italian (literature, etc. Equivalent to English class in America) teacher for the last hour of school was there too. It was really funny when she said "let's me go!" instead of "let's go!" Someone else corrected her so I didn't have to.
Finally I got to my class. About half of the students were there already and the teacher pointed to a seat in the front of the class for me to sit in. The seat next to mine would eventually be occupied by my interpreter; another student who had spent 5 years in an American school and speaks english fluently without even an accent (although he does have a lisp..). Poor guy, I'm sure he resents the fact that he has to translate everything for me.
The teachers were all very nice to me, except for maybe one. All of us exchange students had heard that teachers pretty much ignore exchange students and pretend they don't exist, so I went to school expecting this. Well of course this didn't happen. In fact, I had to sit there awkwardly while each teacher, except one, took their turn trying to communicate with me at the start of each class while the rest of the students just sat there listening. It was very uncomfortable.. But I got over it and it was nice to have my translater sitting right there next to me.
My first class was Industrialized Economy.. Don't ask me what that means because I honestly have no clue. At first I thought I was in math class! But my interpreter soon cleared that up, explained a few things, and told me what my classes are. I'll list them in a minute :) Anyways, my Industrialized Economy teacher seemed like a very funny guy. He was kind of old but he joked a lot with the students. I couldn't understand the jokes really but they seemed funny anyways and I could kind of get what they were about based on the hand motions and body language.
I also liked my geography teacher. She was very nice and funny, and really friendly to me! We took a test, but it wasn't a serious test. I guess it was one of those ones to see where you are? Although I'm not so sure how accurate they because everyone was talking the whole time. I was so proud of myself though! I was able to decipher a lot of the questions without using my dictionary! Or atleast most of each question. I had to look up atleast a few words in each one, but I still was surprised at how much easier it is to understand the language when it's written down because you can pick out specific words that are similar to english ones. It was kind of fun, like diciphering a clue or something.
So there are a LOT of differences between Italian school and American school... For example, at Jackson, you're technically not allowed to be in the hallways without a hall pass, or atleast without permission from a teacher. In Italy, you can just get up and walk out of class and to the snack bar across the street for some food, and then walk right back in. It's ridiculous! Or if you aren't hungry, but want to go outside and smoke a cigarrette, that's cool too.. ON CAMPUS. It's a totally different world here.. Oh and the teachers move classes, not the students! Which is easier on me so I don't have to worry about getting lost I guess... Ha.
Anyways, here are my classes!!
Monday:
Industrialized Economy
Geography
Economy
Law (AHHH!)
French
Italian
Tuesday:
Italian
Geography
Math
Industrialized Ec.
English
French
Wednesday:
Law
English
Economy
Italian
Italian
Thursday:
Math
Geography
French
Law
Industrialized Ec.
Italian
Friday:
Law
Italian
PE
Religion
Industrialized Ec.
Industrialized Ec.
Saturday: (Yes we have school on Saturday..)
Math
Math
Industrialized Ec.
Industrialized Ec.
PE
So there's my current schedule.. However I am told it isn't official and there might be changes. It's so different! I can't even believe some of the classes I'm in.. Apparently, according to one of my classmates, I'm in one of the harder schools. Some kids go to law school after this I guess.. Wow! FML. Haha kidding, but this definitely isn't going to be easy. It's okay if I don't get amazing grades anyways. They said the only way I can fail is if I don't go to class, which won't happen because they'll send me home anyways. So I'm good to go :)
After school I hung out around the house until it was time to go to my meeting. All of the AFS kids staying in Caserta met at our hosting coordinator Paola's house. Her apartment/condo is so cute! I love it! Anyways, it was nice to see my friends again and we got to meet our liasons. There were quite a few of them there, and they were all so nice. We discussed everything we were going through and the main topic became my family problems. They were all so supportive and nice, and told me that they were there to help me. They all gave me phone numbers and email addresses so I could talk to them or call them to hangout when I didn't want to be stuck at home. It was really nice!
After the meeting my liason, Sarah, drove me home. She came upstairs with me to ask if I could go with her and some friends for coffee, and Mariano said I could! It was about 9:30 by then and he said to be home by 11. So I left with her and we met up with some of her friends and hung out at a "bar" which I've learned is basically a cafe. It was a lot of fun, especially because they spoke english! I had a great time, and it was nice to get out and do something. Tomorrow, another one of the liasons is going to invite me to go out during the afternoon. These people are so nice and really do make me feel like they care about the trouble I'm having adjusting. I am so thankful for their kindness. After I hang out with her tomorrow I will go to my first Italian language lesson, which I will be having twice a week for two hours! I'm glad because I can't wait to be fluent and be able to understand what everyone is saying, and I'll get to see my friends :)
Well it's really late here so that's all for this post! Buona Notte!
-Zoë
My day started off really great. I had gotten up a little earlier than necessary so I decided to check facebook and email before I made it known to my family that I was awake. Since it was so early here, it was only about 10:00pm in Washington, so Kayley was online! I got to chat with her for about 15 minutes which was really nice :) Then I went to go take a shower. For the past week my showers have been miserable. The water would refuse to be the right temperature for me; it was either scalding hot or freezing cold. For some reason, though, today it decided to be the perfect temperature that I almost didn't want to get out. But Kayley was waiting and my host family is very conservative about water so I got out. I made great time getting ready. It was nice to not be rushing to get ready and just be able to relax and cool my nerves.
I didn't really get too nervous until we were in the car. As soon as we were on the street I started getting nervous and scared of what school would be like. I wasn't really nervous about my classes.. Just about the other students and what they might think of me. Was I wearing the right clothes? Did my hair look nice? Would they care that I had the dorkiest backpack ever? The part that made me the most nervous, though, was the fact that I couldn't remember where my classroom was! I knew the area it was in and how to get there, but I couldn't really remember which door it was. I was so nervous about walking into the wrong room and getting laughed at.
When I got to my room I was pretty sure it was the right one, but decided to ask for help just in case. Luckily my principal (who's room was right down the hall) recognized me immediately. My first hour teacher happened to be standing right next to her too, so she just had me follow him to the room. Another teacher, who would eventually be my Italian (literature, etc. Equivalent to English class in America) teacher for the last hour of school was there too. It was really funny when she said "let's me go!" instead of "let's go!" Someone else corrected her so I didn't have to.
Finally I got to my class. About half of the students were there already and the teacher pointed to a seat in the front of the class for me to sit in. The seat next to mine would eventually be occupied by my interpreter; another student who had spent 5 years in an American school and speaks english fluently without even an accent (although he does have a lisp..). Poor guy, I'm sure he resents the fact that he has to translate everything for me.
The teachers were all very nice to me, except for maybe one. All of us exchange students had heard that teachers pretty much ignore exchange students and pretend they don't exist, so I went to school expecting this. Well of course this didn't happen. In fact, I had to sit there awkwardly while each teacher, except one, took their turn trying to communicate with me at the start of each class while the rest of the students just sat there listening. It was very uncomfortable.. But I got over it and it was nice to have my translater sitting right there next to me.
My first class was Industrialized Economy.. Don't ask me what that means because I honestly have no clue. At first I thought I was in math class! But my interpreter soon cleared that up, explained a few things, and told me what my classes are. I'll list them in a minute :) Anyways, my Industrialized Economy teacher seemed like a very funny guy. He was kind of old but he joked a lot with the students. I couldn't understand the jokes really but they seemed funny anyways and I could kind of get what they were about based on the hand motions and body language.
I also liked my geography teacher. She was very nice and funny, and really friendly to me! We took a test, but it wasn't a serious test. I guess it was one of those ones to see where you are? Although I'm not so sure how accurate they because everyone was talking the whole time. I was so proud of myself though! I was able to decipher a lot of the questions without using my dictionary! Or atleast most of each question. I had to look up atleast a few words in each one, but I still was surprised at how much easier it is to understand the language when it's written down because you can pick out specific words that are similar to english ones. It was kind of fun, like diciphering a clue or something.
So there are a LOT of differences between Italian school and American school... For example, at Jackson, you're technically not allowed to be in the hallways without a hall pass, or atleast without permission from a teacher. In Italy, you can just get up and walk out of class and to the snack bar across the street for some food, and then walk right back in. It's ridiculous! Or if you aren't hungry, but want to go outside and smoke a cigarrette, that's cool too.. ON CAMPUS. It's a totally different world here.. Oh and the teachers move classes, not the students! Which is easier on me so I don't have to worry about getting lost I guess... Ha.
Anyways, here are my classes!!
Monday:
Industrialized Economy
Geography
Economy
Law (AHHH!)
French
Italian
Tuesday:
Italian
Geography
Math
Industrialized Ec.
English
French
Wednesday:
Law
English
Economy
Italian
Italian
Thursday:
Math
Geography
French
Law
Industrialized Ec.
Italian
Friday:
Law
Italian
PE
Religion
Industrialized Ec.
Industrialized Ec.
Saturday: (Yes we have school on Saturday..)
Math
Math
Industrialized Ec.
Industrialized Ec.
PE
So there's my current schedule.. However I am told it isn't official and there might be changes. It's so different! I can't even believe some of the classes I'm in.. Apparently, according to one of my classmates, I'm in one of the harder schools. Some kids go to law school after this I guess.. Wow! FML. Haha kidding, but this definitely isn't going to be easy. It's okay if I don't get amazing grades anyways. They said the only way I can fail is if I don't go to class, which won't happen because they'll send me home anyways. So I'm good to go :)
After school I hung out around the house until it was time to go to my meeting. All of the AFS kids staying in Caserta met at our hosting coordinator Paola's house. Her apartment/condo is so cute! I love it! Anyways, it was nice to see my friends again and we got to meet our liasons. There were quite a few of them there, and they were all so nice. We discussed everything we were going through and the main topic became my family problems. They were all so supportive and nice, and told me that they were there to help me. They all gave me phone numbers and email addresses so I could talk to them or call them to hangout when I didn't want to be stuck at home. It was really nice!
After the meeting my liason, Sarah, drove me home. She came upstairs with me to ask if I could go with her and some friends for coffee, and Mariano said I could! It was about 9:30 by then and he said to be home by 11. So I left with her and we met up with some of her friends and hung out at a "bar" which I've learned is basically a cafe. It was a lot of fun, especially because they spoke english! I had a great time, and it was nice to get out and do something. Tomorrow, another one of the liasons is going to invite me to go out during the afternoon. These people are so nice and really do make me feel like they care about the trouble I'm having adjusting. I am so thankful for their kindness. After I hang out with her tomorrow I will go to my first Italian language lesson, which I will be having twice a week for two hours! I'm glad because I can't wait to be fluent and be able to understand what everyone is saying, and I'll get to see my friends :)
Well it's really late here so that's all for this post! Buona Notte!
-Zoë
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Living With Boys...
It has definitely been hard for me to adjust here. I've never lived with boys before other than my dad, and now I am living with four little ones. I had been forewarned about the number of kids I'd be living with but I never imagined it would be like this; these are not normal children! Never, in my entire life, have I met such terrible kids! I usually love kids, so just saying that a child could be terrible is hard for me.. But after living with these ones I now know that it is definitely possible. I have never met any kids who scream, cry, fight, and throw tantrums as much as these ones do! And it's usually about NOTHING! They will start whining about anything.. maybe that mom went downstairs to go get something or they were told to "wait a minute" when asking for something. And then the whining becomes screaming.. Which involves sitting on the floor, shouting random words (or maybe just noises, heck I don't know, I can't speak Italian!), and doing whatever they can to make as much noise and be as annoying as possible. The worst part is that unlike normal, quick fits of unhappiness about something, they will continue to scream for about 15-20 minutes! There have been times here when one or two of them will "cry" for an entire meal. The reason I put cry in quotation marks is because it isn't real crying. Anyone with eyes can tell that it is a fake, forced "crying" that is taking place. Luigi, for example, will sit on the floor and sob, but sometimes he'll get distracted by something on the ground or wall and look at it for a minute. But then he'll remember that he was throwing a fit and continue "crying." I just roll my eyes and walk away.
Luigi has officially become my least favorite of the four. He is the oldest, yet his maturity level sure doesn't reflect that. The first few days I was here he was fine, probably just because I was new and he wanted to seem cool or whatever. However, now he is always whining about stupid little things and being a total jerk to his brothers for no reason. Today, for example, he was being such a brat! There is a stupid toy that they like to play with which is a toy car. I have no idea what is so exciting or entertaining about it but they seem to like it. Anyways, Luigi was playing with it and Mattia wanted to join him. Well, to say the least, sharing isn't a common thing in this house. Luigi, who obviously wasn't even that interested in playing with the car anymore, but of course didn't want Mattia to play with it, went into his room where he'd been watching tv and laid down with the car in his arms so Mattia couldn't get it. I was sitting there watching the whole thing go down and feeling bad for Mattia, while hopelessly trying to get Luigi to give it to him by giving him dirty looks, rolling my eyes, and saying "Luigi!" in a tone that suggested he was being a brat. Of course, none of these tactics worst and the situation ended in screaming and crying as usual.
Another instance that made me dislike Luigi occured yesterday, while playing outside. We were downstairs and in the parking lot for the building they had made a small goal using a lamp post, a pole, and a bungee cord (I think). Luigi and I were playing a little one-on-one (and of course I was dominating) when the ball went out of bounds after Luigi kicked it. It was obvious that the ball was mine to kick, but Luigi started walking toward me asking for the ball. I said no once or twice and started to walk over to where I was going to start from and Luigi decides to sit on the ground and start screaming and crying as loud as he can. All because he wanted to kick the stupid ball! Seriously, these kids get upset way to easily. Well of course I wasn't going to give in to it, so I acted like the game was still going to see if he would get over it and play. But that was a mistake, and only upset him further. I kicked the ball to the other side towards the goal and walked away, acting angry at him and decided not to play with him anymore (Ha! That'll show him!). I think he was just upset that he was getting his butt kicked by not only a girl, but a girl from the US! Put that in your juice box and suck it, Luigi!
Anyways, I'm definitely having trouble adjusting here. Maybe things will get better when school starts, maybe not. We'll see! Oh, and to Jessi Callahan: I actually don't think you're crazy for wanting five boys. These ones are monsters but I blame a lot of it on the parenting and you are an amazing mommy so I know your boys will turn out to be wonderful just like the two you already have :)
Well enough about these rotten kids. Today we took a trip to Naples. I thought we were going because it was Simone's 3rd birthday today and we were visiting family or something, but it turned out we were just driving through to see the city I guess. It was very pretty in some parts, especially by the water. I can now say that I've seen the Mediterranean Sea! Monica and Mariano would randomly stop the car near a castle or just the water and have me get out to take pictures. It was a nice gesture I suppose, but I really wasn't feeling like being in any pictures, you know? But I did get some nice shots of the water and everything. It's become very clear on this trip, though, that I need a new camera :/ Mine just doesn't bring out the colors in a lot of my scenery pictures. They're very dull and gray. (hint hint mom...)
Today's meals were great :) For lunch we had some really yummy cannelloni! I though that was all we were having so I had a decent amount. As always, that turned out to be a stupid idea and I realized that when Monica brought out the meatballs. They were HUGE. And they were pretty good.. Not amazing though. Definitely not as good as yours, mom :) Then at dinner we ate in the special room that we never go in. A small card table was set up with a 2 liter bottle of coca-cola, some juice, and food! We had mini pizzas, some weird thing that I don't remember the name of.. (but that doesn't matter because it wasn't that great anyways), and Mariano made a calzone di Mariano, which he was very proud of. It was just a small one, and he cut it up into little sections for each of us. It was pretty good though. Oh yeah, and instead of a birthday cake, we had a giant tiramisu :) It was pretty good, but I think I enjoyed watching it be made more than eating it. Maybe it's just because I'm not a huge fan of coffee and the coffee taste in it was very strong.
So tomorrow I start a new adventure; school! I'm excited, which is kind of funny because at home I would be dreading the end of summer. I have to tell you all about my experience with school so far though. So yesterday I decided I wouldn't take a shower and would just put my gross hair up in a ponytail (because Italians think it's weird that I shower every day..). Unfortunately, as we were walking out the door, my host family says "we are going to look at your school." GREAT, I look like crap and we're going to my school.. but then I though, wait! It's Saturday! No one will be there! WRONG, I forgot that they have school on Saturdays here. Of course I was reminded of this when I saw the millions of vespas parked in front of it. So long story short, after meeting the principal and filling out some papers, lucky me got to go stand in front of my future class with disgusting hair while the principal introduced me. Of course she did all of this in Italian and I had no idea what they were saying as I stood there for five minutes. All I could think was "thank goodness I wore makeup today..." while I was trying to ignore that fact that they were all staring at me and making their first judgements. Lucky for me, there is one kid who is completely fluent in english, without even an accent, and he is going to help me for the first month until I learn the language. Too bad I can't remember his name right now...
Oh my gosh, today when it rained it really made me think of home. It has rained a few times since I've been here but usually when I'm busy or sleeping. Tonight was different though because not a lot was going on and I was bored. I went out on the patio (which was covered) and just stood there listening to it for a few minutes. It was really nice to hear it and for just a brief moment, with my eyes closed, I felt like I was standing on my front porch again at home. I can't say I'm necessarily "homesick", as in to the point of crying "I want to go home!" in my room, but I do miss home as anyone would, and the little feeling of home was nice :)
Anyways, I will be sure to update this after my first day of school. No doubt it will be an adventure and I have no idea what to expect right now. I miss everyone a lot and I hope all is well over there :) Feel free and let me knowUntil next time!
-Zoë
Luigi has officially become my least favorite of the four. He is the oldest, yet his maturity level sure doesn't reflect that. The first few days I was here he was fine, probably just because I was new and he wanted to seem cool or whatever. However, now he is always whining about stupid little things and being a total jerk to his brothers for no reason. Today, for example, he was being such a brat! There is a stupid toy that they like to play with which is a toy car. I have no idea what is so exciting or entertaining about it but they seem to like it. Anyways, Luigi was playing with it and Mattia wanted to join him. Well, to say the least, sharing isn't a common thing in this house. Luigi, who obviously wasn't even that interested in playing with the car anymore, but of course didn't want Mattia to play with it, went into his room where he'd been watching tv and laid down with the car in his arms so Mattia couldn't get it. I was sitting there watching the whole thing go down and feeling bad for Mattia, while hopelessly trying to get Luigi to give it to him by giving him dirty looks, rolling my eyes, and saying "Luigi!" in a tone that suggested he was being a brat. Of course, none of these tactics worst and the situation ended in screaming and crying as usual.
Another instance that made me dislike Luigi occured yesterday, while playing outside. We were downstairs and in the parking lot for the building they had made a small goal using a lamp post, a pole, and a bungee cord (I think). Luigi and I were playing a little one-on-one (and of course I was dominating) when the ball went out of bounds after Luigi kicked it. It was obvious that the ball was mine to kick, but Luigi started walking toward me asking for the ball. I said no once or twice and started to walk over to where I was going to start from and Luigi decides to sit on the ground and start screaming and crying as loud as he can. All because he wanted to kick the stupid ball! Seriously, these kids get upset way to easily. Well of course I wasn't going to give in to it, so I acted like the game was still going to see if he would get over it and play. But that was a mistake, and only upset him further. I kicked the ball to the other side towards the goal and walked away, acting angry at him and decided not to play with him anymore (Ha! That'll show him!). I think he was just upset that he was getting his butt kicked by not only a girl, but a girl from the US! Put that in your juice box and suck it, Luigi!
Anyways, I'm definitely having trouble adjusting here. Maybe things will get better when school starts, maybe not. We'll see! Oh, and to Jessi Callahan: I actually don't think you're crazy for wanting five boys. These ones are monsters but I blame a lot of it on the parenting and you are an amazing mommy so I know your boys will turn out to be wonderful just like the two you already have :)
Well enough about these rotten kids. Today we took a trip to Naples. I thought we were going because it was Simone's 3rd birthday today and we were visiting family or something, but it turned out we were just driving through to see the city I guess. It was very pretty in some parts, especially by the water. I can now say that I've seen the Mediterranean Sea! Monica and Mariano would randomly stop the car near a castle or just the water and have me get out to take pictures. It was a nice gesture I suppose, but I really wasn't feeling like being in any pictures, you know? But I did get some nice shots of the water and everything. It's become very clear on this trip, though, that I need a new camera :/ Mine just doesn't bring out the colors in a lot of my scenery pictures. They're very dull and gray. (hint hint mom...)
Today's meals were great :) For lunch we had some really yummy cannelloni! I though that was all we were having so I had a decent amount. As always, that turned out to be a stupid idea and I realized that when Monica brought out the meatballs. They were HUGE. And they were pretty good.. Not amazing though. Definitely not as good as yours, mom :) Then at dinner we ate in the special room that we never go in. A small card table was set up with a 2 liter bottle of coca-cola, some juice, and food! We had mini pizzas, some weird thing that I don't remember the name of.. (but that doesn't matter because it wasn't that great anyways), and Mariano made a calzone di Mariano, which he was very proud of. It was just a small one, and he cut it up into little sections for each of us. It was pretty good though. Oh yeah, and instead of a birthday cake, we had a giant tiramisu :) It was pretty good, but I think I enjoyed watching it be made more than eating it. Maybe it's just because I'm not a huge fan of coffee and the coffee taste in it was very strong.
So tomorrow I start a new adventure; school! I'm excited, which is kind of funny because at home I would be dreading the end of summer. I have to tell you all about my experience with school so far though. So yesterday I decided I wouldn't take a shower and would just put my gross hair up in a ponytail (because Italians think it's weird that I shower every day..). Unfortunately, as we were walking out the door, my host family says "we are going to look at your school." GREAT, I look like crap and we're going to my school.. but then I though, wait! It's Saturday! No one will be there! WRONG, I forgot that they have school on Saturdays here. Of course I was reminded of this when I saw the millions of vespas parked in front of it. So long story short, after meeting the principal and filling out some papers, lucky me got to go stand in front of my future class with disgusting hair while the principal introduced me. Of course she did all of this in Italian and I had no idea what they were saying as I stood there for five minutes. All I could think was "thank goodness I wore makeup today..." while I was trying to ignore that fact that they were all staring at me and making their first judgements. Lucky for me, there is one kid who is completely fluent in english, without even an accent, and he is going to help me for the first month until I learn the language. Too bad I can't remember his name right now...
Oh my gosh, today when it rained it really made me think of home. It has rained a few times since I've been here but usually when I'm busy or sleeping. Tonight was different though because not a lot was going on and I was bored. I went out on the patio (which was covered) and just stood there listening to it for a few minutes. It was really nice to hear it and for just a brief moment, with my eyes closed, I felt like I was standing on my front porch again at home. I can't say I'm necessarily "homesick", as in to the point of crying "I want to go home!" in my room, but I do miss home as anyone would, and the little feeling of home was nice :)
Anyways, I will be sure to update this after my first day of school. No doubt it will be an adventure and I have no idea what to expect right now. I miss everyone a lot and I hope all is well over there :) Feel free and let me knowUntil next time!
-Zoë
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Safer to Drive or Walk?
I have yet to decide which is safer in Italy; riding in the car or walking. No offense to my host mom, but she is a horrible driver! Worse than normal drivers here. Plus Italians are crazy drivers to begin with. Stop signs? No, those are just warnings to slow down and make sure there aren't too many cars coming. Street lights? Sure there are probably... three of them in this whole town? Center lines? Nahh, those are only to be used if the person in front of you isn't driving too slow for your liking. If they are, don't mind that oncoming traffic. They'll move out of your way (hopefully..). Basically, if you want to turn, switch lanes, or do anything that involves moving somewhere other than forward, you just make your way into that area until someone lets you in, or at least has no choice.. I am just praying that none of these crazy Italian drivers decide to come to Mill Creek and rent a car..
Today I learned a few things: 1. Grandmothers give out candy like it's halloween every day no matter what country you're in. 2. European shampoo makes my hair greasy :(. 3. Skype is amazing. 4. Finding someone who speaks english here is the most amazing thing that can happen to me in a single day.. Haha. 5. Not being able to say full sentences in Italian makes it impossible to stop the temper tantrum of a 7 year old...
I have to admit, I am so excited for school to start here. I can't wait to go; it's hard being here all day with four little boys and not having any friends. I know it may take a little time but I cannot wait to make some friends at school that I can hangout with. Plus it'll be nice to get to be away from the family during the day.. That way I'll be more cheerful and less frustrated with them at night.
I've definitely established opinions of each member of the family. So far, Mattia is my favorite of the kids. Gabrielle was at first, but then he started throwing too many tantrums and being a brat by not doing was he was told. After Gabri, Luigi was my favorite. I thought he was more mature and laid back, but the past two days he's thrown massive tantrums over absolutely nothing and driven me crazy. Mattia is now my favorite because he is pretty chill, doesn't throw as many tantrums and fits as the others, and is a sweet kid. We get along pretty well.
I just have to say how much I love technology right now. It's so nice to be able to go into my room, get on my laptop, and talk to friends and family while listening to my iTunes. I accidentally brought the wrong cord for my iPod so I can't charge it and the battery is really low. I currently am useing it as an alarm clock so I've been sparing the battery and just listening to music on my laptop. I like being able to get away from all of the noise and everything and still keeping in touch with everyone! I considered doing shoutouts on here but there are just too many people and I don't want to forget anyone.. :)
Here's the playlist that's been keeping me going:
(no specific order)
Whatcha Say - Jason DeRub
Jungle Drum - Emiliana Torrini
Party In the USA - Miley Cyrus
Obsessed - Mariah Carey
That's Not My Name - The Ting Tings
Halo - Beyonce
More - Matthew West
I'm In Miami Trick - LMFAO
Blessed Be Your Name - Matt Redman
Say It Ain't So - Weezer
Who Am I? - Casting Crowns
I'm Gonna Miss Her - Brad Paisley
Summer Nights - Rascal Flatts
Santeria - Sublime
Hey Good Lookin' - Jimmy Buffett
Piece of Work - Jimmy Buffett
Manol Al Aire - Nelly Furtado
I Don't Want to Miss a Thing - Aerosmith
Simply Complicated - Jimmy Buffett
Days Go By - Keith Urban
The Good Stuff - Kenny Chesney
There Goes My Life - Kenny Chesney
I wish I could put more on there but a lot of my good songs are on my computer at home :/
And yes, I do have a Miley Cyrus song :) It's good!
I know there were a lot of things I had wanted to talk about earlier but I can't remember them.. So I think I'll just end this post and write the rest another time :)
Arrivederci!
Zoë
Today I learned a few things: 1. Grandmothers give out candy like it's halloween every day no matter what country you're in. 2. European shampoo makes my hair greasy :(. 3. Skype is amazing. 4. Finding someone who speaks english here is the most amazing thing that can happen to me in a single day.. Haha. 5. Not being able to say full sentences in Italian makes it impossible to stop the temper tantrum of a 7 year old...
I have to admit, I am so excited for school to start here. I can't wait to go; it's hard being here all day with four little boys and not having any friends. I know it may take a little time but I cannot wait to make some friends at school that I can hangout with. Plus it'll be nice to get to be away from the family during the day.. That way I'll be more cheerful and less frustrated with them at night.
I've definitely established opinions of each member of the family. So far, Mattia is my favorite of the kids. Gabrielle was at first, but then he started throwing too many tantrums and being a brat by not doing was he was told. After Gabri, Luigi was my favorite. I thought he was more mature and laid back, but the past two days he's thrown massive tantrums over absolutely nothing and driven me crazy. Mattia is now my favorite because he is pretty chill, doesn't throw as many tantrums and fits as the others, and is a sweet kid. We get along pretty well.
I just have to say how much I love technology right now. It's so nice to be able to go into my room, get on my laptop, and talk to friends and family while listening to my iTunes. I accidentally brought the wrong cord for my iPod so I can't charge it and the battery is really low. I currently am useing it as an alarm clock so I've been sparing the battery and just listening to music on my laptop. I like being able to get away from all of the noise and everything and still keeping in touch with everyone! I considered doing shoutouts on here but there are just too many people and I don't want to forget anyone.. :)
Here's the playlist that's been keeping me going:
(no specific order)
Whatcha Say - Jason DeRub
Jungle Drum - Emiliana Torrini
Party In the USA - Miley Cyrus
Obsessed - Mariah Carey
That's Not My Name - The Ting Tings
Halo - Beyonce
More - Matthew West
I'm In Miami Trick - LMFAO
Blessed Be Your Name - Matt Redman
Say It Ain't So - Weezer
Who Am I? - Casting Crowns
I'm Gonna Miss Her - Brad Paisley
Summer Nights - Rascal Flatts
Santeria - Sublime
Hey Good Lookin' - Jimmy Buffett
Piece of Work - Jimmy Buffett
Manol Al Aire - Nelly Furtado
I Don't Want to Miss a Thing - Aerosmith
Simply Complicated - Jimmy Buffett
Days Go By - Keith Urban
The Good Stuff - Kenny Chesney
There Goes My Life - Kenny Chesney
I wish I could put more on there but a lot of my good songs are on my computer at home :/
And yes, I do have a Miley Cyrus song :) It's good!
I know there were a lot of things I had wanted to talk about earlier but I can't remember them.. So I think I'll just end this post and write the rest another time :)
Arrivederci!
Zoë
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Grazie
I forgot to write in that other post about my language issue.. I got laughed at my second day here because I'd been pronouncing "grazie" wrong. Just a heads up for anyone planning to go to Italy; it's pronounced "grat-zee-aye", not just "grat-zee." You don't have to fully enunciate on the "aye", it kind of just fades off at the end, but it's still there! I guess that's pretty important if grazie is one of the five words you know and you say it 100 times a day..
-Zoë
-Zoë
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Food :)
If American breakfasts were anything like Italian breakfasts, I would actually eat it every morning back home. In Italy, breakfast consists of two key ingredients.. cookies and milk. I'm not even joking, every morning I go in to the kitchen, sit down, and help myself to a few yummy little sugar cookies dipped in milk :) I don't even want to imagine how fat I'm going to be by the end of this trip.. But I'm going to just keep blaming it all on "being polite" and "getting to know the culture" like I'm supposed to be doing. It isn't my fault!
So far I've had some good really meals.. and some bad ones. My host family makes their own meals; we haven't eaten out once. It's kind of fun to watch them cook it, but it's also really different. They have a giant blender-like thing that they put all of the ingredients to be mixed in to. What's weird about it is that they don't measure the ingredients based on cups, teaspoons, etc. They watch the numbers go up on the blender that show how much all of the ingredients weigh so far and determine when to stop adding based on that.. Or maybe it's the volume or something? I don't even know, but it's so strange!
My first night here we had spaghetti. I thought that was really funny because one of the first things we were told at orientation was that the typical Italian stereotype of having spaghetti all the time wasn't true, and we weren't likely to have any very often. Anyways, it was very good. It was pretty similar to American spaghetti (noodles and tomato sauce), but the sauce was a lot thinner and they don't put as much sauce on as Americans do. They also don't serve it with meat in it at all.
The next day, my family made me some delicious pizza :) I took pictures which are up on facebook (I'll put the link to my facebook at the end). The pizza that my family made had chunks of tomato on top and wasn't covered in cheese like American pizza. It actually just had little spots of cheese melted on top. The sauce was very yummy though. I have no idea if they made it or bought it, but I'll find out :)
One day for lunch we had lasagna! It was really good. Again, it was very similar to American lasagna, but it tasted different and did have some distinct differences in how it was made. One difference was that it was a lot thinner. There weren't a ton of veggies and meat inside it, which actually surprised me. It did have meat though, but the main ingredient was just cheese. It was also covered in a lot of sauce and it had a... sweeter taste than the lasagna in America.
Some other good Italian foods I've had are:
Besciamella - a really yummy pasta :) It was just noodles with a white sauce that Monica made in her funky blender.
Gelato! - lives up to it's reputation! So yummy, mine was chocolate.
Bruscetta - Bread, tomatoes, olive oil, and maybe a few other flavorings? It is so good, and we have it almost every night :)
Veggies - they really like olive oil here.. One night they took some weird vegetable, sliced it up, grilled the slices in something like those mini portable grills, and then put it in a container. Each layer in the container was then drenched in olive oil. It tasted really weird.. I wasn't a huge fan. But I politely ate a little of it.
So as you can see, I'm probably going to be 20-30 pounds heavier when I come home.. Okay hopefully not because I'm planning on starting to run again but still, all of these fatty foods are deffinitely going to take their toll on me. They really are delicious though. It's hard to keep saying "no, grazie" every time they ask me if I want more or something else to eat. Plus, just when you think the meal is finally over, they have another dish out! And fruit is considered dessert here, so I'm always offered some "frutta" after the meal.. Although I usually decline.
Well, I guess this is the end of blog number two :) Hopefully I'll be back again in a day or two!
-Zoë
PS: here is my facebook if you want to add me: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=1503379275&ref=profile. I have two, so don't just search for it. My other one is for my... younger generation of friends.. :) Plus this one is mostly just about Italy, so feel free to add it. It was originally just my "family facebook" but anyone over the age of 20 can add me. Let me know if that link doesn't work!
So far I've had some good really meals.. and some bad ones. My host family makes their own meals; we haven't eaten out once. It's kind of fun to watch them cook it, but it's also really different. They have a giant blender-like thing that they put all of the ingredients to be mixed in to. What's weird about it is that they don't measure the ingredients based on cups, teaspoons, etc. They watch the numbers go up on the blender that show how much all of the ingredients weigh so far and determine when to stop adding based on that.. Or maybe it's the volume or something? I don't even know, but it's so strange!
My first night here we had spaghetti. I thought that was really funny because one of the first things we were told at orientation was that the typical Italian stereotype of having spaghetti all the time wasn't true, and we weren't likely to have any very often. Anyways, it was very good. It was pretty similar to American spaghetti (noodles and tomato sauce), but the sauce was a lot thinner and they don't put as much sauce on as Americans do. They also don't serve it with meat in it at all.
The next day, my family made me some delicious pizza :) I took pictures which are up on facebook (I'll put the link to my facebook at the end). The pizza that my family made had chunks of tomato on top and wasn't covered in cheese like American pizza. It actually just had little spots of cheese melted on top. The sauce was very yummy though. I have no idea if they made it or bought it, but I'll find out :)
One day for lunch we had lasagna! It was really good. Again, it was very similar to American lasagna, but it tasted different and did have some distinct differences in how it was made. One difference was that it was a lot thinner. There weren't a ton of veggies and meat inside it, which actually surprised me. It did have meat though, but the main ingredient was just cheese. It was also covered in a lot of sauce and it had a... sweeter taste than the lasagna in America.
Some other good Italian foods I've had are:
Besciamella - a really yummy pasta :) It was just noodles with a white sauce that Monica made in her funky blender.
Gelato! - lives up to it's reputation! So yummy, mine was chocolate.
Bruscetta - Bread, tomatoes, olive oil, and maybe a few other flavorings? It is so good, and we have it almost every night :)
Veggies - they really like olive oil here.. One night they took some weird vegetable, sliced it up, grilled the slices in something like those mini portable grills, and then put it in a container. Each layer in the container was then drenched in olive oil. It tasted really weird.. I wasn't a huge fan. But I politely ate a little of it.
So as you can see, I'm probably going to be 20-30 pounds heavier when I come home.. Okay hopefully not because I'm planning on starting to run again but still, all of these fatty foods are deffinitely going to take their toll on me. They really are delicious though. It's hard to keep saying "no, grazie" every time they ask me if I want more or something else to eat. Plus, just when you think the meal is finally over, they have another dish out! And fruit is considered dessert here, so I'm always offered some "frutta" after the meal.. Although I usually decline.
Well, I guess this is the end of blog number two :) Hopefully I'll be back again in a day or two!
-Zoë
PS: here is my facebook if you want to add me: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=1503379275&ref=profile. I have two, so don't just search for it. My other one is for my... younger generation of friends.. :) Plus this one is mostly just about Italy, so feel free to add it. It was originally just my "family facebook" but anyone over the age of 20 can add me. Let me know if that link doesn't work!
Monday, September 14, 2009
September 14th, 2009
Hey Everyone :)
I decided to start a blog so you can all keep up with what I'm doing here in Italy and so that I won't get a million emails every day asking what's going on :)
To start off, the trip over here was a long! I left New York at 6pm last thursday and finally landed in Zurich, Switzerland on friday around 8am. With the time difference and everything, the flight was about 8 hours long. We then had a four hour layover in Zurich, and then boarded a one-hour flight to Rome. When we landed in Rome, the group of about 45 of us from USA were divided in half. While the other half left for the orientation site, my group stayed at the airport to wait for the kids from the Dominican Republic. We were all so tired and just wanted to sleep; many of us just sat down next to our luggage in the middle of the airport. Finally, after about an hour, we got a call saying that the Dominican Republic kids had missed their flight! We then had to wait another 30-45 minutes for our bus to arrive so we could take a two-hour bus ride to the hotel, thanks to rush-hour traffic. Most of us just slept the whole way, not that it was very comfortable. FINALLY we arrived at the hotel around 7pm, which meant that we'd missed almost all of the orientation for that day. Everyone cheered when our bus pulled up because we'd finally made it. Of course none of us wanted to participate in the orientation because we were so tired.
By the time we arrived, we had a little less than an hour to put our stuff in our rooms and start to talk to the other kids from around the world before it was time to go have dinner. At 9pm, everyone (about 400 kids) met in a huge tent near the hotel and orientation began again. Everyone was put into groups based on where they were travelling, which meant kids from many different countries were mixed together. Our group from the United States, however, had to stay together since we'd missed the beginning of the orientation. That was a little dissappointing, but at the same time it was nice because they made sure to go through everything quickly for us so we could go to bed. We finally left for our rooms around 10:30 and most of us went straight to bed.
The next morning was a bit hectic. Everyone had to be out of their rooms, with keys turned in and bags put in this one giant room by 9am, no matter what time you were leaving. I was in group "F", so I didn't leave for the train station until 12:30. Some groups, however, left as early as 6 or 7am. I felt bad for them! I think it was because they had to longest distance to travel. One of my roomates had to get up at 5:30 to get ready. After her alarm went off I put earplugs in so she wouldn't keep me awake :)
Finally, after I said goodbyes to all of the friends I had made from the US, Finland, Germany, France, Argentina, Swedan, Denmark, New Zealand, Egypt, India, etc., I boarded the bus for the train station! I sat next to a girl who is staying in the same city as me. She is from New Zealand, and we also sat together on the train :)
The train station was a little crazy.. When we got there, we had to wait for the second bus for our group, which took about 15 minutes. During that 15 minutes, a girl from China's laptop bag was stolen! I felt so bad for her. We were warned to look out for "gypsies" and I had heard about pick-pocketing and people stealing bags in Europe, so I kept a close eye on my bags. I've actually been pretty paranoid about things getting stolen ever since I landed in New York. Anyways, we finally met up with the other group and started walking to the station. We walked for a few minutes, and then a few of us started to notice that we couldn't see the front of the group... We had just been following the Chinese students in front of us and they had been kind of guessing where the rest of the group might have gone. That really frustrated me. Why the heck didn't they stop and ask our adviser behind us where to go?! Ughh. We eventually stopped and waited for everyone to join us and then we made a big circle with our group and all of the luggage inside the circle so we could watch it. Standing there for that hour was actually kind of scary.. I had a hand touching every bag so that nothing would get stolen. And the gypsies (not like Hunchback of Notre Dame gypsies) kept coming over and asking us for money. This one lady came over with her sleeping kid saying "I have child, please give money! I have child, please give money!" I just wanted to yell "If you need money for your kid, maybe you shouldn't' buy such expensive clothes!" Hah. Anyways, we finally walked over to board the train. Don't ask me why, but for some reason our advisors waited about 5 minutes before the train left to take us over there, so we were being yelled at in Italian to hurry up and were dragging our HUGE bags through the train looking for our seats while it started to move. So many people were glaring at us and it was just horrible.. We eventually got stuck in the front of our cart, and eventually just started sitting in whatever open seats we could find. My friend from New Zealand sat next to me and across from her was my hotel roomie Suzy :) Across from me was some woman who only spoke Italian, so we had a fun time trying to practice our Italiano on her. She thought we were hilarious and she was very nice.
My train ride was only an hour and 15 minutes, thankfully! The five of us getting off in Caserta, Italy were the first to get off and meet our families :) Unfortunately mine was the last to arrive, so I had to wait at the station nervously for about 5 or 10 minutes until they got there. I realized as soon as they started talking to me how difficult the language barrier would be. The only english-speaking person in my host family is the mom, Monika, and she barely speaks any. Thankfully she speaks french really well! She asked me in the car if I spoke any and I breathed a heavy sigh of relief because I took two years of french in school. Another thing I became aware of during that first car ride was that Italians really do live up to their reputations for being crazy drivers! And they don't really wear seatbelts either.. It was a little scary.
Finally we arrived at the home of my host family, which is now my home too :) I have my own bedroom, which is completely covered in Whinnie the Pooh decor thanks to it previously belonging to my two younger host brothers. I am actually very grateful to the family for the room though, because all four brothers now share a room. I also have my own bathroom! I would have never expected that, and I'm happy to share, but the family is insistant that it is mine and how can I not accept? :)
I'm not going to make this too much longer, but I'll give you all a brief summary of the family :)
I have four little brothers; Luigi (7), Mattia (5), Gabrielle (4), and Simone (2, soon to be 3 on the 20th). They are all very sweet, but I'm definitely starting to get to know their personalities. Luigi is very sweet and likes to learn. He is extremely fascinated with my Italian-English dictionaries for some reason, although I don't even know if he can actually read them. He and Mattia are starting to become my favorites because they are very quiet and sweet compared to the others. My first impression of Gabrielle was that he is very sweet and curious. The night that I first got here, he stared at me the entire time we ate dinner. It was pretty cute. But now I've learned that he is pretty much the loudest and whiniest of the four. Don't get me wrong, I like him, but he cries whenever he has any emotion. I wonder sometimes if he cries like that because he's happy too! It's crazy. He is throwing a fit as I type. Simone is very cute, but he does fuss a lot too, although not as much as Gabrielle. I feel bad for Simone sometimes because Gabrielle tends to pick on him :(. Oh and Simone likes to run around completely naked... which I'm trying to get used to but it's hard because I've never lived with boys before.
By the way, these kids keep trying to talk to me like I understand them. I just keep repeating the few words I do know and they still say full Italian sentences to me! I have no idea what they're even talking about half the time, but sometimes I can kind of try to guess.
My host parents are named Mariano and Monika. They are very nice, and they teach me plenty of new words (nuova parole) every day. I've started a list in my journal. Mariano is in the Italian army. His base or whatever is right next to the condo they live in, and he just got home. He brought me an Italia patch like the one on his uniform :)
Monica is a housewife, and her job with these four boys is hard enough.. Taking them all to school this morning was quite the task! She is very nice and seems to be picking up the english words I teach her very quickly. She'll tell me something in Italian and then I'll tell her its name in english.
Well there isn't really a lot more to say. I've only been in this town for two and a half days, and I haven't seen much of it. We did do a lot of walking around a certain area this morning looking for the place that we fill out and send my residence papers, but that's about all I've seen. Monika bought me my first gelato today! It was so yummy :)
Well this is the end of my first blog! I hope you enjoyed it :) I'll try to keep everyone updated as often as possible.
-Zoë
I decided to start a blog so you can all keep up with what I'm doing here in Italy and so that I won't get a million emails every day asking what's going on :)
To start off, the trip over here was a long! I left New York at 6pm last thursday and finally landed in Zurich, Switzerland on friday around 8am. With the time difference and everything, the flight was about 8 hours long. We then had a four hour layover in Zurich, and then boarded a one-hour flight to Rome. When we landed in Rome, the group of about 45 of us from USA were divided in half. While the other half left for the orientation site, my group stayed at the airport to wait for the kids from the Dominican Republic. We were all so tired and just wanted to sleep; many of us just sat down next to our luggage in the middle of the airport. Finally, after about an hour, we got a call saying that the Dominican Republic kids had missed their flight! We then had to wait another 30-45 minutes for our bus to arrive so we could take a two-hour bus ride to the hotel, thanks to rush-hour traffic. Most of us just slept the whole way, not that it was very comfortable. FINALLY we arrived at the hotel around 7pm, which meant that we'd missed almost all of the orientation for that day. Everyone cheered when our bus pulled up because we'd finally made it. Of course none of us wanted to participate in the orientation because we were so tired.
By the time we arrived, we had a little less than an hour to put our stuff in our rooms and start to talk to the other kids from around the world before it was time to go have dinner. At 9pm, everyone (about 400 kids) met in a huge tent near the hotel and orientation began again. Everyone was put into groups based on where they were travelling, which meant kids from many different countries were mixed together. Our group from the United States, however, had to stay together since we'd missed the beginning of the orientation. That was a little dissappointing, but at the same time it was nice because they made sure to go through everything quickly for us so we could go to bed. We finally left for our rooms around 10:30 and most of us went straight to bed.
The next morning was a bit hectic. Everyone had to be out of their rooms, with keys turned in and bags put in this one giant room by 9am, no matter what time you were leaving. I was in group "F", so I didn't leave for the train station until 12:30. Some groups, however, left as early as 6 or 7am. I felt bad for them! I think it was because they had to longest distance to travel. One of my roomates had to get up at 5:30 to get ready. After her alarm went off I put earplugs in so she wouldn't keep me awake :)
Finally, after I said goodbyes to all of the friends I had made from the US, Finland, Germany, France, Argentina, Swedan, Denmark, New Zealand, Egypt, India, etc., I boarded the bus for the train station! I sat next to a girl who is staying in the same city as me. She is from New Zealand, and we also sat together on the train :)
The train station was a little crazy.. When we got there, we had to wait for the second bus for our group, which took about 15 minutes. During that 15 minutes, a girl from China's laptop bag was stolen! I felt so bad for her. We were warned to look out for "gypsies" and I had heard about pick-pocketing and people stealing bags in Europe, so I kept a close eye on my bags. I've actually been pretty paranoid about things getting stolen ever since I landed in New York. Anyways, we finally met up with the other group and started walking to the station. We walked for a few minutes, and then a few of us started to notice that we couldn't see the front of the group... We had just been following the Chinese students in front of us and they had been kind of guessing where the rest of the group might have gone. That really frustrated me. Why the heck didn't they stop and ask our adviser behind us where to go?! Ughh. We eventually stopped and waited for everyone to join us and then we made a big circle with our group and all of the luggage inside the circle so we could watch it. Standing there for that hour was actually kind of scary.. I had a hand touching every bag so that nothing would get stolen. And the gypsies (not like Hunchback of Notre Dame gypsies) kept coming over and asking us for money. This one lady came over with her sleeping kid saying "I have child, please give money! I have child, please give money!" I just wanted to yell "If you need money for your kid, maybe you shouldn't' buy such expensive clothes!" Hah. Anyways, we finally walked over to board the train. Don't ask me why, but for some reason our advisors waited about 5 minutes before the train left to take us over there, so we were being yelled at in Italian to hurry up and were dragging our HUGE bags through the train looking for our seats while it started to move. So many people were glaring at us and it was just horrible.. We eventually got stuck in the front of our cart, and eventually just started sitting in whatever open seats we could find. My friend from New Zealand sat next to me and across from her was my hotel roomie Suzy :) Across from me was some woman who only spoke Italian, so we had a fun time trying to practice our Italiano on her. She thought we were hilarious and she was very nice.
My train ride was only an hour and 15 minutes, thankfully! The five of us getting off in Caserta, Italy were the first to get off and meet our families :) Unfortunately mine was the last to arrive, so I had to wait at the station nervously for about 5 or 10 minutes until they got there. I realized as soon as they started talking to me how difficult the language barrier would be. The only english-speaking person in my host family is the mom, Monika, and she barely speaks any. Thankfully she speaks french really well! She asked me in the car if I spoke any and I breathed a heavy sigh of relief because I took two years of french in school. Another thing I became aware of during that first car ride was that Italians really do live up to their reputations for being crazy drivers! And they don't really wear seatbelts either.. It was a little scary.
Finally we arrived at the home of my host family, which is now my home too :) I have my own bedroom, which is completely covered in Whinnie the Pooh decor thanks to it previously belonging to my two younger host brothers. I am actually very grateful to the family for the room though, because all four brothers now share a room. I also have my own bathroom! I would have never expected that, and I'm happy to share, but the family is insistant that it is mine and how can I not accept? :)
I'm not going to make this too much longer, but I'll give you all a brief summary of the family :)
I have four little brothers; Luigi (7), Mattia (5), Gabrielle (4), and Simone (2, soon to be 3 on the 20th). They are all very sweet, but I'm definitely starting to get to know their personalities. Luigi is very sweet and likes to learn. He is extremely fascinated with my Italian-English dictionaries for some reason, although I don't even know if he can actually read them. He and Mattia are starting to become my favorites because they are very quiet and sweet compared to the others. My first impression of Gabrielle was that he is very sweet and curious. The night that I first got here, he stared at me the entire time we ate dinner. It was pretty cute. But now I've learned that he is pretty much the loudest and whiniest of the four. Don't get me wrong, I like him, but he cries whenever he has any emotion. I wonder sometimes if he cries like that because he's happy too! It's crazy. He is throwing a fit as I type. Simone is very cute, but he does fuss a lot too, although not as much as Gabrielle. I feel bad for Simone sometimes because Gabrielle tends to pick on him :(. Oh and Simone likes to run around completely naked... which I'm trying to get used to but it's hard because I've never lived with boys before.
By the way, these kids keep trying to talk to me like I understand them. I just keep repeating the few words I do know and they still say full Italian sentences to me! I have no idea what they're even talking about half the time, but sometimes I can kind of try to guess.
My host parents are named Mariano and Monika. They are very nice, and they teach me plenty of new words (nuova parole) every day. I've started a list in my journal. Mariano is in the Italian army. His base or whatever is right next to the condo they live in, and he just got home. He brought me an Italia patch like the one on his uniform :)
Monica is a housewife, and her job with these four boys is hard enough.. Taking them all to school this morning was quite the task! She is very nice and seems to be picking up the english words I teach her very quickly. She'll tell me something in Italian and then I'll tell her its name in english.
Well there isn't really a lot more to say. I've only been in this town for two and a half days, and I haven't seen much of it. We did do a lot of walking around a certain area this morning looking for the place that we fill out and send my residence papers, but that's about all I've seen. Monika bought me my first gelato today! It was so yummy :)
Well this is the end of my first blog! I hope you enjoyed it :) I'll try to keep everyone updated as often as possible.
-Zoë
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