The move to Dello!
Trip Start Aug 28, 2009
23Trip End Nov 24, 2009
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The next day Luisa picked me up and drove me to Brescia to register for my Italian class. And Brescia is so amazing!! We just drove through, but there are incredible skyscrapers, not at all like American plain boxy ones, but crazy shaped ones that for some reason, work, even though they are randomly placed in the middle of the Italian countryside
Yesterday I decided to walk into town to buy a phonecard. I got to the store and stood in line, repeatedly checking my Italian phrasebook to make sure I was saying the right thing (that phrasebook is a lifesaver-thanks Mom!). Luisa called to see where I was, and told me she'd be right there to help me. But, before she could arrive, I had already bought the card, and was feeling pretty good about myself. She asked if I was hungry and thirsty (when am I not?) so we stopped in a little cafe to get something. I got a glass of the most amazing peach juice ever-it was eggnog quality, so thick, and my tongue had a little orgasm. And then instead of just getting one sweet like I had ordered, she got me a little plate sampler of many. Holy cow. My tongue had one heck of a time. We picked Enrico up at noon (every Tuesday and Thursday he gets out at 12) and came back for lunch with Angelo. I love how they always make a point to have lunch together. They both went back to work so Enrico and I watched some cartoons, I had him practice piano for a little bit, then I taught him Tic-Tac-Toe, which he is obsessed with now. Luisa came back with Francesco and gave me money to take them to gelato then went back to work. We all piled into the stroller...ok I didn't, but they did, and we went off, in search of Ace for Francesco, which I guess is like orange, lime and carrot? Sounds pretty gross, but he loves the stuff. Apparently if it's not there he throws a fit like no other. I was praying to the gods of gelato that it was there. Since we speak two different languages, the only thing we could all understand were car names. They are both really into cars, so that made my life a little easier. We got the gelato ok (thank you ice cream gods!) and made our way back. We stopped in a park and I pushed them on the swings. Once we got back I was exhausted, and luckily the boys don't want me to play football with them so I just watched. Their favorite team was playing, so I thought once we turned it on they would sit there and watch, but Francesco wanted to keep playing. He was telling me what he wanted me to do, but obviously, I don't speak Italian, so he was getting frustrated. Angelo took over, but Franci was still frustrated because he wanted to bounce the ball off his head and didn't understand why the professionals could do it but he couldn't. When he gets angry he screams his head off, but in a muted way, so the cords of his neck stand out, and then he melts in a heap of tears. I felt so overwhelmed. I felt I would never learn Italian, and even when I did, this kid would take every last bit of my energy. But dinner saved the night, and then Luisa's parents came over and we all "talked" (Luisa and Angelo translated) about America. I went to bed early, tired, but overall happy.
Now, it is 3:30 and the boys have swimming lessons in an hour. This morning has been a mixture of more random events. Luisa and I went to Brescia again to sign up for the class, but were told that I needed a visa in order to enroll. However, in order to get a visa, I need to be in a class. So I'm kinda in a pickle. We walked all over town, talking to different universities, asking questions, and have discovered that if I am to be legal, I will have to go home to get my visa or a permit of stay. But, if I get a permit of stay, I can travel outside of Italy but can't get back in. And, here's the fun part, my flight back to the States is out of Florence. So I'm not sure what'll happen, but so far it's a big ol mess. After we finally got back to Dello I went with Luisa to her step fitness class and it was AWESOME. The fitness instructor was a big gay Italian, and he was hilarious. Even though I had no clue what he was saying, I knew when to laugh. Also I've realized I'm pretty awkward when it comes to step fitness, so I was laughing at myself as well. I would catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and couldn't help but crack up. I was so much taller than everyone else. It as hard though, and I got a nice workout. Tomorrow morning I have a running date with Luisa's neighbor who I guess runs a lot. She does 8K in 50 minutes. I'm not sure if that's fast or not, but we'll see how I do. Next week sometime I'm getting picked up by Luisa's cousin who is my age and studying historic preservation and she's taking me to her class in Verona, and then we are going to Brescia to see if I can get a job in a museum somewhere. Isn't it all so random? It's fantastic. I wasn't sure what to expect, but this sure wasn't it. I'm glad I didn't have any expectations, because it makes this all the more fun!