So Im currently in the home of my new host family who coincedently has lived in San Diego for about 5 years. wtf, tight. turns out they are pretty americanized and speak pretty dang good english. couple of hints of, this will be a good thing for the next two weeks:
-"Tracy, we kept your soy milk in the fridgerator."
-Their two kids go to sleep before I do, so before ten pm and not midnight.
-They have screens on their windows leaving me with 1, and mosquitos 0.
-When i say i want one scoop of pasta, they usually let me slide.
-They watch and encourage me to watch Fox news in English and BBC, brill.
-I live literally 5 minutes walking from the school.
The lists goes on and on, so I must point out how blessed ive been to end on such a good family. They live about 20 minutes from downtown milan so im pretty much in the city. The camp has been good and my camp is extremely quaint and nice. There are some terrors but they are not in my class. So i will be at this camp until the 18th and unfortunately i was unable to extend my ticket because Student Universe is made up of unhelpful and adventure constraining people. So the plan is this:
Go to Florence this weekend.
Paris the last weekend.
Thy will, Jesus.
So basically that is the life of Tracy as of now. Im waiting on the moment i should spend some dollars on some legitimate leather and clothing, but i have yet to wait for that pinnacle of my decline of monetary funds. I hope it works out. I literally left my fate to the gods concerning my length of stay here, but it looks like July 22nd will be a holy day. I miss home but when in Rome eh? Ive yet to post an America vs. Italy post, so stay tuned. As for now I will continue this random ass journey of teaching children why you cant say "a apple," and why children shouldnt have two course meals white carbs for lunch.
Sending all my desperate and anxious and adventurous and travelsome heart to you,
Tracy
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