Ciao tutti. I’m off to spend a nice, long weekend on a beach in Taormina, Sicily tomorrow, and thus should post before I can’t write for 4 days. First off, we’re just about half way done with our time here, which means just a little more than a month till I’m home! I love Italy, but now that I’m living with a family I feel like I'd rather be at my own home with my own fam and friends. So as of June 21st I’m all yours!
Also, the sunburn has now just about healed and I’m a nice crispy brown all over. I’m not used to seeing myself this tan. I kind of like it, I look healthy now. And though I’m using sunscreen religiously, I am sprouting some serious freckles on my nose for the first time. I’m a little worried that in Sicilia they’ll all merge into one big mass…
The last day or two my host brothers have somehow managed to get me to kick a soccer ball around with them. I told them I’m not brava and that they had to teach me, but I don’t think they really understood the degree of pathetic I was talking about. I mean I can kick the ball a good 75% of the time, but it definitely doesn’t go where it’s supposed to. Manuel kind of took the role of goalie guarding this garage door, and at one point I way missed him and he screamed my name and did this great Italian hand gesture that basically means “what the hell are you doing?!”
Speaking of Manuel, this is now my new favorite picture. Ever.
Yep, I taught him that. They still don’t get why I think it’s funny, though. Wait, Enrico understood it.
OH that’s right I haven’t written about Enrico yet. You’ll enjoy this. So remember how I said I met those guys in the band last weekend, and we went to see them at the villa but they didn’t show? Enrico was one of those two or three guys, one of the ones that live next door. I saw him a few times while I was leaving/returning to the house Wednesday morning, and eventually waved and said ciao. I guess later that day Enrico came up to my host mom and asked if I was ‘allowed’ (I think that’s the general translation) to uscire. She said ask her yourself, which he definitely did when I returned from classes. I told him I was leaving all weekend, but I was down for going out, said I’d call a few girl friends and he would call a friend or two. Of course none of my friends wanted to go out Wednesday night, but Marilena told me I should still go.
And I went. Instead of the fare una passeggiata type of uscire, which involves walking back and forth down the street, we andare in giro-ed. That one’s apparently a little different, you drive back and forth across and around town in a car. I actually enjoyed it. And they wore seatbelts! Well, at least in the front. My standards for guys here, or even just friends are simply 1) how well can I understand them when they speak to me and 2) do they carry the conversation well because I can’t do that too well just yet. Mostly just good at answering when spoken to. And that’s what our giro in macchina basically was; a nice tranquillo night.
Enrico asked if I wanted to uscire again after Sicily, and this time I will actually bring friends for his buds. There was talk of going to the beach and chilling down there, grabbing dinner. Yay new Italian friends!
Alright now I have to get ready to leave. I think it's rather ironic that in order to spend a relaxing weekend on the beach, I have to get up at 6 and leave by 7. But apparently that's easy for me now since I wake up on my own way too early here. Yesterday I was awake at 6:30 and there was nothing I could do about it. Maybe if I'm lucky it will be this easy to wake up back in Seattle, especially with my 8:30 chem class all summer. Fun. Arrivederci!
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Put zinc oxide on your nose to avoid freckles. People with zinc oxide on their noses ROCK!!
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Good Old Dad
Zinc oxide....now there's a picture. Speaking of which, Manuel's photo is too too cute!
Usciring reminds me of when I was your age and found it such a thrill to go with my friend, Patty to cruise the Sunset Strip (her big sister drove).
Need I remind you of how well you played soccer at age 7?
Hope you don't "fry like meat" this weekend....oh that still cracks me up!
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Bummers, missed commenting before you left for Sicily. I lived there for two years on Sigonella, big military base near Catania and visited where you are going, lots of touristas.
Been busy with new baby.
Aunt L
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