Ciao!
I finally made it. I've been sans internet access for a few days; however, I am currently sitting in somewhere called The Internet Train. It's hot and I'm perspiring...I do not glisten, it's not in my genes. Some updates are in order considering I haven't been able to update this thing. Let's start with the plane ride. My mother followed me as far as she could until security had to escort her out. Only joking; however, that would have been a treat to see, huh? She did cry (surprise, surprise) and I did not (surprise, surprise). I sat down in my seat and couldn't understand anyone on the plane besides the flight attendants. I didn't realize I was supposed to learn German before boarding. The couple next to me was quite ancient and quite chatty, and they seemed to have a knack for making my gag reflex react in ways I never knew were possible. I actually didn't sleep on the plane at all because being in an aisle seat it is next to impossible, and I couldn't get to my neck pillow in the overhead bin because of my 5'1" vertically challenged body and my lack of German to ask for help. So I settled for staying awake. Dan in Real Life came on, and it seems as if this was a cue for the German wifey to place her palm on her husband's crotch area. Thankfully, my peripheral vision sucks so I couldn't really tell what was going on. Unthankfully, I have a very creative and imaginative mind so my thoughts of what was or was not going on outside of my peripheral view could not be controlled. Gross. I'm all for being in love well into your years, but not so much seeing it 5 centimeters away. Even more foul was the stench coming from German hubby. At first I thought the smell was coming from the bathroom, but then, like clockwork, the odor would creep its way into my nostrils and the man would shift in his seat. Caught ya, big guy. The rest of the flight was fine and the negatives ended up making good writing material so I suppose all in all it wasn't awful. Skip ahead to meeting the family...Valentina, the mother, couldn't be nicer and more welcoming. Wednesday and Thursday I got to lounge around and erase the jet lag I had accumulated from the day before and so I ventured into the city on Wednesday by myself. I walked around by myself and felt ultra independent (now I feel ultra lame for using the word "ultra" more than once). I ended up sitting down outside at a restaurant, and I tried to seem like I knew what I was ordering/doing (of course, I did not). Side note: the waiter was very attractive (cue movie romance...scratch that, cue reality). I ordered a beer and Pizza Marinara and my stupid self believes that it's cheese and marinara sauce. Ohh noo, it can't be that easy. It came with a special surprise...Anchovies! Surprise, Melissa. Now go vomit. Needless to say, once anchovies are in something they can't be picked out. After that I returned to the house and hung out with the girls, Maria and Carolina, a little bit. They don't like speaking English, and I can't speak Italian so this should be interesting. Yesterday I slept in and later on the maid and I walked together to pick up the girls from school. It's quite humorous to watch the maid and I converse. She doesn't speak or understand English at all so there are a lot of meaningless hand gestures and a lot of single words spoken in loud tones (FYI: loud never translates into anything but loud in other countries). She is very sweet though. Later that night I saw a string in the shower and figured it was for the light above me. It was after Valentina asked me if I was okay that I realized it was the emergency bell. Fantastic. I am supposed to be meeting the girls in 30 minutes and need to get back to the house before doing so. I am having fun and miss most of you like crazy.
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