sono arrivata!

I have arrived. It is beautiful, my room is tucked in down off some slant staircases, I sleep at night with just a sheet, the slat windows ope so the sea air can filter in and an iguana gaurds my door. Finalmente, the family is wonderful, the kids are really really nice, and the mom is very reasonable. They are just fun to play with. I have come to the conclusion that I am just here so they can hear English and understand it. Sono sta nchissima. Buono notte.

 

 

Ah, I am bored. I couldn’t have asked for anything better, the family is really nice, the kids love crawling on me, they are nice, and only spoiled in the way that they would rather have their mom do stuff with them than me. They are really nice, a pack of blonde Italians. Absolutely adorable. The mom is pretty, and everyone is laid back. My purpose is really just to speak English to them, play with them when they want someone to play with, to watch the littlest one so that she doesn’t disappear, Every day I have to be up there by 8 (not that bad) and I really shouldn’t have brought as many skivvies as I did. I wake up, rinse off the salt water from the day before, put on a swimsuit and that’s about it. We’re at the beach or pool by 10-11 and then come home around five. It looks just like the southwest meets almost-greece. (some spaghetti westerns were filmed here, my taxi driver mi ha detto)

 

I really should love it, the heat is incredible, I live in the water. But it makes me happy I don’t. I’m bored. Already. And its only day two. There’s no challenge, Pretty much anyone can do this (and granted some people can do it better than others) But there’s only so many times you can pretend to be a monster in the water before you want to just disappear and do laps. I’m going to try to focus on learning Italian for my challenge. But this makes me feel better that I didn’t decide to run off to the Caribbean to be a bartender. And I’d feel even better if I landed that job in Phoenix! She already gave me a phone, I just have to figure out how it works. I’ll let you know as I get it figured out.

 

p.s. the place we are staying is called Aligusto It’s a rental house of sorts. The main family lives in one part and then I go down some beautiful steps and my room is tucked under the porch. E bellisima, Its about as big as the guest room at the house, but with a closet and bathroom attached. My head hits the roof 

The Main Point

This is the connection, the go-to for my italian adventure. It begins in Sardegna, the seemingly beautiful island off the coast of Italy, and ends a Milano, the fashion capital d'italia, where the duomo (the large historic cathedral in the city) looks like it was attacked by gothic architects that planned to employ all of Italy by producing a sculpture for every cornice, arch, and bird poop. In between those two cities I will be the (hopefully) proud (orgolioso) nanny of 3 young italian children. It is likely that they will teach me far more italian than I can teach them english.

Anyway, this is where I will try to keep a flow and update with pictures.

And the title: in bocca di lupo translates: to the mouth of the wolf! something roughly equivalent to a more vicious "break a leg" The recipient of these kind words must then reply Crepi! (I'll kill the Wolf!)

so I go to kill the wolf...