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It's Saturday morning and I'm in Italian Lit class, but we're just in the computer labs because they are working on some kind of test or project... I'm not exactly sure. It's sunny out with some clouds, even though the forcast said it was supposed to rain, rain, rain. I'm relieved it's not pouring though (yet) because this afternoon I'm going canoeing with some friends. Where I live is surrounded by rivers, big and small including the Po River which is the longest river in Italy. So canoeing is pretty big here. I'm exausted to the point where I'd love to just put my head down and sleep, but I have to pretend like I'm doing something productive...blogging passes in my book.
It's hot here, the kind of hot that's sticky and makes the air thick. Almost every morning there's at least a little bit of fog and the air is already warm, it's never totally sunny till 9 or 10 though. By the time we get out of school the city is uncomfortably hot. Sometimes I choke on the air a little and when you walk you go through heat waves. Italians are crazy and continue to wear pants and scarves and closed toe shoes, jackets that we would wear in the fall or late winter/early spring...I don't understand that at all. We do have to wear pants to go to school but if I'm going somewhere after school I always bring shorts with me to change into. So while I'm walking around literally sweating asking myself WHY IS IT SO HOT!!! They just tell me "oh wait until June and July...".
When I get out of Rovigo and back home in Bosaro, the wide spaces of the counrtyside make the heat a bit more bearable.The afternoons are nice, as soon as I get home and change into something reasonable for the tempature. I eat lunch right away and then sometimes nap for a bit, depending on how much energy I have. I do yoga, to try and shed the extra kilos I've put on...Italian food always wins though. I hear over and over "don't worry, when you get home and start working and eating normal food it'll all go away!" Ha. Ha. A little difficult to believe. To fill up the time I'll go for a bike ride, walk to see the horses down the road, explore the dirt roads along the river. If I go biking it always reminds me of the time I was in Costa Rica with my school, we went biking all day through the countryside and through some corn fields. It was incredibly hot and the sun was strong. But the countrside is beautiful here, and if I'm in shorts and a tank the strong Italian sun isn't so bad. The air is warm, the wind is warm, everything is hot, hot, hot. And sometimes out of nowhere it just starts pouring. Rain comes quick and heavy, the drops are cool but the air gets thicker. Lighting and thunder almost always follows.The other day I was biking and there were no clouds in the sky, and before I knew it it was downpouring. It felt good though. I didn't rush. By the time it stopped it looked like I stepped out of the shower, but it wasn't cold, more like refreshing.
I feel at home. Yes, I miss the ocean. It's different being blocked by land everywhere. I sometimes crave the quick access to the sea side, being able to just walk down the street and seeing boats. Instead when you look in the distance you see the next town, just barley. Or mountains. Or rivers. I miss the salty air, not thick but cool, and warm at the same time. Something I didn't even notice when I was in NEH. But I do feel home. Leaving here will be harder than it was to leave the island. At least when I left MDI I knew exactly when I was coming back. But when I leave here, and all these people, this town, I won't know when the time I'll be back is. It'll be like leaving home all over again with no gaurantee of returning and for me, that's really scary.
It's Saturday morning and I'm in Italian Lit class, but we're just in the computer labs because they are working on some kind of test or project... I'm not exactly sure. It's sunny out with some clouds, even though the forcast said it was supposed to rain, rain, rain. I'm relieved it's not pouring though (yet) because this afternoon I'm going canoeing with some friends. Where I live is surrounded by rivers, big and small including the Po River which is the longest river in Italy. So canoeing is pretty big here. I'm exausted to the point where I'd love to just put my head down and sleep, but I have to pretend like I'm doing something productive...blogging passes in my book.
It's hot here, the kind of hot that's sticky and makes the air thick. Almost every morning there's at least a little bit of fog and the air is already warm, it's never totally sunny till 9 or 10 though. By the time we get out of school the city is uncomfortably hot. Sometimes I choke on the air a little and when you walk you go through heat waves. Italians are crazy and continue to wear pants and scarves and closed toe shoes, jackets that we would wear in the fall or late winter/early spring...I don't understand that at all. We do have to wear pants to go to school but if I'm going somewhere after school I always bring shorts with me to change into. So while I'm walking around literally sweating asking myself WHY IS IT SO HOT!!! They just tell me "oh wait until June and July...".
When I get out of Rovigo and back home in Bosaro, the wide spaces of the counrtyside make the heat a bit more bearable.The afternoons are nice, as soon as I get home and change into something reasonable for the tempature. I eat lunch right away and then sometimes nap for a bit, depending on how much energy I have. I do yoga, to try and shed the extra kilos I've put on...Italian food always wins though. I hear over and over "don't worry, when you get home and start working and eating normal food it'll all go away!" Ha. Ha. A little difficult to believe. To fill up the time I'll go for a bike ride, walk to see the horses down the road, explore the dirt roads along the river. If I go biking it always reminds me of the time I was in Costa Rica with my school, we went biking all day through the countryside and through some corn fields. It was incredibly hot and the sun was strong. But the countrside is beautiful here, and if I'm in shorts and a tank the strong Italian sun isn't so bad. The air is warm, the wind is warm, everything is hot, hot, hot. And sometimes out of nowhere it just starts pouring. Rain comes quick and heavy, the drops are cool but the air gets thicker. Lighting and thunder almost always follows.The other day I was biking and there were no clouds in the sky, and before I knew it it was downpouring. It felt good though. I didn't rush. By the time it stopped it looked like I stepped out of the shower, but it wasn't cold, more like refreshing.
I feel at home. Yes, I miss the ocean. It's different being blocked by land everywhere. I sometimes crave the quick access to the sea side, being able to just walk down the street and seeing boats. Instead when you look in the distance you see the next town, just barley. Or mountains. Or rivers. I miss the salty air, not thick but cool, and warm at the same time. Something I didn't even notice when I was in NEH. But I do feel home. Leaving here will be harder than it was to leave the island. At least when I left MDI I knew exactly when I was coming back. But when I leave here, and all these people, this town, I won't know when the time I'll be back is. It'll be like leaving home all over again with no gaurantee of returning and for me, that's really scary.
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