Megan, here, reporting from Arricia! The plane ride was extremely long and did not include much sleep. I had no trouble directing myself through any of the three airports, in fact, it was quite simple. We have already had three wonderful authentic Italian meals...ok, two wonderful ones and one less that wonderful meal.
The town is charming, with crowded homes that are full of character. They all have Meditteranean tiled roofs and clothes blow in the breeze from makeshift clothes- lines. Our hotel is a former convent and looks more like a rich man's palace. It is beautiful as you enter the large white wrought (is that correct, mom?) iron gate. The trees are huge and unlike any I've seen in the states. Gorgeous! You walk out of our gate and go to the left, walk about 5 minutes across a lovely bridge and the Palace (aka our classroom) is on the left. It is a large building in what seems like a town square. The square is most definately a local gathering place. Beneath the bridge, mentioned above, is best described as a living postcard. There are two small roads (the highway) which are made insignificant by the UNBELIEVABLE gardens that are owned by families. They are amazing and they go on forever. I wish you could see them. I do them no justice.
I am trying to blend in with my mostly black wardrobe, bangles, and glasses. I try not to speak much when around Italians (at least for now), in order to see if I can trick the locals. Don't laugh too soon, a car pulled over yesterday and the wife asked me for directions. HA! I had to break character for a moment and answer, "No Italiano." To my roomies: you were right, the gilato could be the end of me. It is pretty darn good. :) Last night, I was a little homesick, but not for my house...for my friends (and family, of course). I miss yall like crazy. Must go to class. I just met Maurizio. He shook my hand and said, "ciao, Megan." Deadgom'it, I went blank AGAIN. I just sort of smiled and stared and nodded my head. Good grief, I'm really good at this acting dumb thing. It is acting, isn't it? haha....
MISS AND LOVE YOU ALL!
More later,
Megan
The town is charming, with crowded homes that are full of character. They all have Meditteranean tiled roofs and clothes blow in the breeze from makeshift clothes- lines. Our hotel is a former convent and looks more like a rich man's palace. It is beautiful as you enter the large white wrought (is that correct, mom?) iron gate. The trees are huge and unlike any I've seen in the states. Gorgeous! You walk out of our gate and go to the left, walk about 5 minutes across a lovely bridge and the Palace (aka our classroom) is on the left. It is a large building in what seems like a town square. The square is most definately a local gathering place. Beneath the bridge, mentioned above, is best described as a living postcard. There are two small roads (the highway) which are made insignificant by the UNBELIEVABLE gardens that are owned by families. They are amazing and they go on forever. I wish you could see them. I do them no justice.
I am trying to blend in with my mostly black wardrobe, bangles, and glasses. I try not to speak much when around Italians (at least for now), in order to see if I can trick the locals. Don't laugh too soon, a car pulled over yesterday and the wife asked me for directions. HA! I had to break character for a moment and answer, "No Italiano." To my roomies: you were right, the gilato could be the end of me. It is pretty darn good. :) Last night, I was a little homesick, but not for my house...for my friends (and family, of course). I miss yall like crazy. Must go to class. I just met Maurizio. He shook my hand and said, "ciao, Megan." Deadgom'it, I went blank AGAIN. I just sort of smiled and stared and nodded my head. Good grief, I'm really good at this acting dumb thing. It is acting, isn't it? haha....
MISS AND LOVE YOU ALL!
More later,
Megan
posted by bargame at 1:17 AM
1 Comments:
Awesome writing, Meg! You make me laugh out loud--as always. I can just imagine you "in character," walking down some sun-kissed Italian street like the movie star you are!! I can't wait to see PHOTOS!! Post some soon if you can. Who is this Maurizio? You're awesome, and I'm so glad you're my little sister--uh, I mean cousin. Love you!
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