Where has the time gone?
Ciao ragazzi!
It's 6pm and I just came inside from laying in the sun painting all afternoon, I also didn't go to school so I'd say it's been a pretty good day. It's the last week of school and since todays Tuesday there was the market so I went to that all morning instead, then came home for lunch, and painted until now. It's SO hot out, finally. People have been saying that this year is the worst spring they've had in a long time, I don't remember exactly the amount of years but it was well over 50. I think it's actually hotter where I live in the USA then it is here!
Last Saturday my cousin Melissa came over for lunch! It was really fun, my whole host family was here including the extended family. Melissa was staying in Venice for an art exhibition for work and since I live really close to Venice she was able to come. It was really nice. After that I went to Padova (like 40 min by train) to meet my friends Nadine and Jennifer, and we stayed at Nadines house. That was also a good time. I really love Padova, I go quiet often because those girls live there and it's bigger than Rovigo and has a bit more to do. Sunday Nadine and I went to Verona with some other friends of ours, and we spent the whole day there.
Last night I went with some of my extended host family to a "festa" at a nearby town. I have probably explained how it is where I live, but I'll do it again just cause it's difficult to understand unless you're here. Bosaro is a little teeny village like 10 minutes from Rovigo. Rovigo is a "city" but it's like Ellsworth.. for those of you who are reading this and live in Maine haha. Then all around Rovigo there's like all these teeny villages like Bosaro. But you can literally bike from village to village - it's all super close but also concentrated, not like where the houses are spread out in between. It's like one comune next to the other. So anyways first I went to my host aunts house and learned how to make Risotto, which was a relief cause I've been here eating it this whole time but really haven't learned how to make it yet... I wrote it all down too so I'm ready to cook it when I get home! After that around 11pm I went with my host siblings, cousin, and aunt and uncle to the village nearby for a "festa". What that is here is not something we have in the States. It's basically like the streets are all closed off, the markets are open selling everything from candy to fruit to clothes. And there's like arcade games and rides just like in the street. We went on the bumper cars and it was super fun, I've never gone before hahaha but it was good. It's kind of bizarre, these festas that these strange Italians have! At midnight there were fireworks and they were the best ones I've ever seen...it was like a show. With music and everything, all corresponding together! This week there's been a lot of these town party type things, almost every night.
So that's what I've been up to, life is going pretty good here. I'm psyched school is ending soon, I'm happy with the fact I can speak Italian, if this were a permanent move I made here I would say right about now is when I'm fully adjusted and really feeling like I have a life here. It's like the hard part is over, right when the next hardest part comes.Of course I only came for half a year and that time has passed by way too quickly. In the first half of the time here I really thought I'd be ready to go home when the time came, but it's getting really hard to see that moment, in fact it brings tears to my eyes right now just thinking about it because I really am not ready at all. As time goes by I feel more and more like this is my home. I'm really bummed that my 6 months here are winding down and this is the final month, I didn't know it would feel this sad. Never really pictured this and it seems like just yesterday I was getting ready to leave. How can it already be almost finished? It's not fair. I was prepared to be upset when I left but I didn't really get that I was setting myself up for heartbreak. I don't really know how to explain this to someone who hasn't done the same thing. When you go to a new place without knowing anything, not even how to communicate - the people that stick with you through that and help you really start to mean a lot to you. I have best friends here, people who are like family, and I feel really bonded to them and I haven't really let myself think about this until now as I'm writing because every time the thought comes I push it out of my head ,it's not something I like to think about. I already feel myself missing everyone and everything about this beautiful country and right now I just feel like I can't go home. I really don't know how I'll do it. I have so many things here that I should ship home about now since the mails slow, but I'm putting off packing them till I absolutely have to. I was really excited to start senior year when I got home, but right now that thought seems really surreal - I left that life, started a new one here, and now it's not like I'll be starting over again at college or anything; I'm returning to high school... I just can't picture it. It;s really difficult to imagine that, honestly I just don't really wanna do it. But I think when I get home and see all the people I love there, I hoping the excitement of senior year will come back. I remember my guidance counselor at school told me I'd probably feel depressed when I have to come back to senior year from this experience but I didn't really think I would, cause I really liked high school so far. Oh well, I know I'll keep these memories with me forever and I don't really have to think about going home for another month - even though I know how fast it'll fly!
On a more positive note after that.... this has been the most amazing time of my life. I could say that a million times and it'd always be true. I feel the most happy, confident, secure, and independente I've felt ever, in my life :) I don't even have words to describe the feeling or how amazing life is right now...but I do think this viewpoint will stick with me. I don't know what you can call it or why I'm like this now but I just feel 8324302849279X happier than ever before and I wish I could put my finger on what it is but I just can't!! Anyways I'm starving so I'm gonna go, I hope you guys enjoyed this post even though it was pretty cheesy/emotional but I'm just tryin to keep it real. thanks for reading!
buonasera da Italiaaa!!!
It's 6pm and I just came inside from laying in the sun painting all afternoon, I also didn't go to school so I'd say it's been a pretty good day. It's the last week of school and since todays Tuesday there was the market so I went to that all morning instead, then came home for lunch, and painted until now. It's SO hot out, finally. People have been saying that this year is the worst spring they've had in a long time, I don't remember exactly the amount of years but it was well over 50. I think it's actually hotter where I live in the USA then it is here!
Last Saturday my cousin Melissa came over for lunch! It was really fun, my whole host family was here including the extended family. Melissa was staying in Venice for an art exhibition for work and since I live really close to Venice she was able to come. It was really nice. After that I went to Padova (like 40 min by train) to meet my friends Nadine and Jennifer, and we stayed at Nadines house. That was also a good time. I really love Padova, I go quiet often because those girls live there and it's bigger than Rovigo and has a bit more to do. Sunday Nadine and I went to Verona with some other friends of ours, and we spent the whole day there.
Verona's a very beautiful city, super touristy of course because Juliet's house is there and people love to see it.
So we went there, and saw Juliet's wall which has writing from people from all over the place in all different languages! And once you enter the small courtyard area where Juliet's balcony is, there are some letters stuck to the wall with gum and a bunch of locks that you can kinda see in the pictures above. It's definitely a tourist trap but worth the visit!
Last night I went with some of my extended host family to a "festa" at a nearby town. I have probably explained how it is where I live, but I'll do it again just cause it's difficult to understand unless you're here. Bosaro is a little teeny village like 10 minutes from Rovigo. Rovigo is a "city" but it's like Ellsworth.. for those of you who are reading this and live in Maine haha. Then all around Rovigo there's like all these teeny villages like Bosaro. But you can literally bike from village to village - it's all super close but also concentrated, not like where the houses are spread out in between. It's like one comune next to the other. So anyways first I went to my host aunts house and learned how to make Risotto, which was a relief cause I've been here eating it this whole time but really haven't learned how to make it yet... I wrote it all down too so I'm ready to cook it when I get home! After that around 11pm I went with my host siblings, cousin, and aunt and uncle to the village nearby for a "festa". What that is here is not something we have in the States. It's basically like the streets are all closed off, the markets are open selling everything from candy to fruit to clothes. And there's like arcade games and rides just like in the street. We went on the bumper cars and it was super fun, I've never gone before hahaha but it was good. It's kind of bizarre, these festas that these strange Italians have! At midnight there were fireworks and they were the best ones I've ever seen...it was like a show. With music and everything, all corresponding together! This week there's been a lot of these town party type things, almost every night.
So that's what I've been up to, life is going pretty good here. I'm psyched school is ending soon, I'm happy with the fact I can speak Italian, if this were a permanent move I made here I would say right about now is when I'm fully adjusted and really feeling like I have a life here. It's like the hard part is over, right when the next hardest part comes.Of course I only came for half a year and that time has passed by way too quickly. In the first half of the time here I really thought I'd be ready to go home when the time came, but it's getting really hard to see that moment, in fact it brings tears to my eyes right now just thinking about it because I really am not ready at all. As time goes by I feel more and more like this is my home. I'm really bummed that my 6 months here are winding down and this is the final month, I didn't know it would feel this sad. Never really pictured this and it seems like just yesterday I was getting ready to leave. How can it already be almost finished? It's not fair. I was prepared to be upset when I left but I didn't really get that I was setting myself up for heartbreak. I don't really know how to explain this to someone who hasn't done the same thing. When you go to a new place without knowing anything, not even how to communicate - the people that stick with you through that and help you really start to mean a lot to you. I have best friends here, people who are like family, and I feel really bonded to them and I haven't really let myself think about this until now as I'm writing because every time the thought comes I push it out of my head ,it's not something I like to think about. I already feel myself missing everyone and everything about this beautiful country and right now I just feel like I can't go home. I really don't know how I'll do it. I have so many things here that I should ship home about now since the mails slow, but I'm putting off packing them till I absolutely have to. I was really excited to start senior year when I got home, but right now that thought seems really surreal - I left that life, started a new one here, and now it's not like I'll be starting over again at college or anything; I'm returning to high school... I just can't picture it. It;s really difficult to imagine that, honestly I just don't really wanna do it. But I think when I get home and see all the people I love there, I hoping the excitement of senior year will come back. I remember my guidance counselor at school told me I'd probably feel depressed when I have to come back to senior year from this experience but I didn't really think I would, cause I really liked high school so far. Oh well, I know I'll keep these memories with me forever and I don't really have to think about going home for another month - even though I know how fast it'll fly!
On a more positive note after that.... this has been the most amazing time of my life. I could say that a million times and it'd always be true. I feel the most happy, confident, secure, and independente I've felt ever, in my life :) I don't even have words to describe the feeling or how amazing life is right now...but I do think this viewpoint will stick with me. I don't know what you can call it or why I'm like this now but I just feel 8324302849279X happier than ever before and I wish I could put my finger on what it is but I just can't!! Anyways I'm starving so I'm gonna go, I hope you guys enjoyed this post even though it was pretty cheesy/emotional but I'm just tryin to keep it real. thanks for reading!
buonasera da Italiaaa!!!
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