An unexpected piece of home

I'm finally beginning to feel like a true Italian. I know the perfect time to get up for school while allowing maximum sleep time, the best place to stop for coffee, how to cross the street safely, and that only skinny jeans are allowed out of the house. I even crave Napolian margherita pizza in the middle of the night.

 Last weekend was San Sebastiano day so I went with Avery and a friend from school to see a play. It was in Italian, obviously, so I didnt pick up a lot of it but it was funny anyways and the actors were fantastic. As we drove home you could see rows and rows of little stalls down the streets of the town all lit up by lightbulbs hanging down from the awnings. It was beautiful. Yesterday Alessandra took me out for my first Italian coffee. The cups are so small they look like they belong to a child's tea set and I felt like a giant holding it but it's no wonder the cups are that small, the coffee is so strong! It's delicious, everything here is, but it's very distinct. Last week I was sick so I didn't get back to school until today and Mr.Guarnaccia's asked me to put together a spelling bee for his students. I was also introduced to an English teacher from England who will be teaching a couple days a week for the next little while. She's really nice and I've agreed to help out with one of her lessons about education and the difference between European and Canadian school systems.

This weekend for the first time since I got here I found myself truly bored. My host sisters were both out, it was too early to talk to anyone from home and Avery was busy. When you're going to go on an exchange you have to try and prepare yourself for everything both packing wise and emotionlly. I had prepared myself for the homesickness, although tough at times, I prepared myself for culture shock, I even prepared myself for the possibility that I wouldn't get along with my host family, or that I would get along too well and wouldn't want to come home. I was completely ready to come here and BECOME Italian. To participate in whatever unusual activity they asked, try whatever strange looking food they offered and laugh at myself when I can't pronounce that one word correctly. The last thing on my mind was that I might be bored at some point. And, as weird as it sounds, it was a comforting feeling. I may be thousands of miles away from home, with no family or friends, in a country famous for it's dazzling colors and awe-inspiring landmarks, but I can still get bored.

I can cross that off my bucket list

Yesterday, because everyone else was studying, Avery and I woke up early and took the train to Pompeii. Unfortunately my camera wasn't working so I didn't get any pictures. But we will be going back in the spring so if I can get my camera working I can take pictures then. As we walked into Pompeii there was a sense of awe from all of the patrons. Pompeii is even more beautiful than I ever imagined it would be. The shops still have marble countertops smoothed down flat, the houses have inticate patetrns in one by one tiles and you can see the wagon ruts in the stone roads. It's like being transported back in time. We trailed a couple of the tours that were in English but eventually we went off on our own exploing the temples and even getting all the way to their colluseum and theatres. Mr. Guarnaccia told us that Pinmk Floyd played in the theatre there one time. What I would give to see a show there! It's beautiful. After leaving Pompeii we decided to take a bus up to Mount Vesuvius. The bus is terrifying because it comes so close to the edge of the mountain, I didn't think it was going to make it up those steep hills. When it dropped us off at the landing point we continued to trek up to the mouth of the volcano. What a sight. Inside you could see the volcano steaming and even a few trees growing inside. The rocks were glistening in the sun. And if you looked out you could see the sea, and a couple of islands in the distance, and all of Naples splayed across the horizon. It was the most remarkable moment of my entire life.

Tonight I am going to San Georgio with some girls from class 4D. They're going to take me to all of their favorite stores so hopefully I will finally get to do some shopping! It's a very exciting thing to be invited out. I mean, my host family is great and I would be lost without Alessandra and Matilde, but there's nothing that compares to having some girlfriends.

Pictures from Pollena Trocchia



My host parents Elisabetta and Pino and I

The view of Naples from the roof of our apartment

Mt.Vesuvius!

A beautiful view of Pollena Trocchia and Naples in the distance

The entrance to our flat

With Love from Italia

I arrived in Italy three days ago completely exhausted after 22 hours of travel. The trip itself was pretty much smooth sailing although the airports could be made a litle easier to get around in. The German one especially! I felt like I was walking in circles. After being intriduced to the area and my new host family I went straight to bed. When I woke up I was bombarded with all kinds of food imaginable, from fresh cheese to warm milk to pastries that look like clams. Italians are just as hospitable as everyone says they are. I spent some time gettin to know my two host sister Alessandra and Matilde before I was introduced to Avery, another exchange student who has been here since September. The girls needed to finish homework so Avery, my host mother (Elisabetta) and I all went to the market to get groceries for lunch. Italians drive like maniacs! Honestly, it's like every stop sign, traffic circle, or white dotted line is simply a suggestion. Even on the freeway they will drive right in the middle of the road, cutting people off and parking wherever they can fit their car. Elisabetta is an unbelievable cook and she prepares not one dish but several for just one meal. It is magnificent. Alessandra emptied out part of her closet for all of my things so I am feeling right at home with the family. Today I had my first day of school and it is nothing like school in Canada. The students are free to get up and walk around the school and to shout and argue during the lessons. The teachers also seem to have a much deeper connection to their students, as though they're friends. As soon as you walk into the building you can hear the hum of people talking and laughing. It's a very refreshing perspective on education. The school itself is three stories and has an incredible view of the Naples coast. They go to school on Saturdays but only from 8 until 1. Mr. G, my program coordinator says I don't have to go to school on Saturdays and I am very grateful! Alessandra tells me that Saturday is the best time to go shopping. Avery came over after school because our siblings "studiano siempre" (study always) so we keep each other company while they work. I love having another natural English speaker to talk with. Italian is a very difficult language to learn but I am having many small victories!

Something weird about Italy: They do not say ciao (hello) when they answer the phone. They say prunto which translates to "I'm ready"