To anyone....if there is anyone...who reads my blog, I am sincerely sorry for not keeping you updated. At all. But, I guess I will start now...
I have now been in Aosta for 3 entire weeks. Three weeks that are incomparable to any other 21 days of my life. Never have I met so many people, had so many misunderstandings (language barriers will do that to ya), learned so much, or eaten so much food in less than a month. It has been crazy, but the best crazy I have ever experienced. That is not to say that everything is always 100% dandy. I have stumbled upon a new feeling: homesickness. I have never been the child that wishes to be at home instead of exploring other places, but apparently 6,000 miles between you and your family, friends, and hometown can pull that feeling out of ya. Nonetheless, I have enjoyed my time in Aosta Valley more than any other experience and every day continues to get better and better.
This week I have no school (a full 9 days without torture) because of CARNEVALE! Carnevale is a huge festival celebrated in not only Italy, but many other countries as well. On Tuesday I will take my first trek away from Aosta to a town called Ivrea. Here I will witness/take part in the 'orange wars'. I can't remember the name in Italian right now...Google it. Basically, I will wear old clothes and rainboots, and walk around Ivrea getting pelted and pelting oranges at the other participants. Extremely exciting. Also, some of my friends in other chapters will be there so it will be an AFS filled day and I will get to spend some time with a few of the friends I made in Roma at orientation.
I. Eat. So. Much. It is crazy, not to mention uncharacteristic, as those of you who know me well can attest. Last night some friends and I went to a pizzeria where you can order 'giro pizza'. Giro pizza is the devil in disguise. It forced me to eat ten pieces of pizza. TEN. They bring out one pizza, everyone takes one piece, and then they bring out another. Every pizza is a different kind so you feel forced to try it...not to mention the sort of competition between the group to see who can eat the most. Quite the experience.
It is getting rather late here and I have an Italian lesson bright and early (for me) at 10:30 am tomorrow. So...
Ciao and buona notte from Italia!
Bacio,
Emma
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