Then it was time to board the plane to Pisa. The butterflies in my stomach caused by a lack of knowing the language, mixed with the hunger pangs I had from not finishing my dinner, made me sick. I sat on the plane, and immediately made the barf bag a point of view.
How in the world could I be moving to a foreign country, in which I don't speak the language. Just because I enjoy culture, travel, and language. What have I done??? Obviously this is some mistake. My family misses me already. I should be home, right?
Then I saw them. The Italian Alps. They looked life sharp frosted glass piercing through clouds of white cotton. I was stunned. So stunned in fact, I just had to tell the man next to me "Look!" Those mountains are freakin' awesome!
The man, who did not speak English, said something in Italian that had to mean, beautiful, or marvelous, or spectacular. I realized then I was going to be ok. He said a word that I don't understand, but we both understood.
Moments later I started an Italian conversation with him. We talked about my job, Pisa, Portofino, US military, the size of the city. I understood. I realize how ok, I can be.
I arrived in Italy greeted by my new boss, Teresa. She was wonderful, and showed me the closest things to my apartment, how to turn on the water heater, (thank God, I'm not into cold showers,) and greeted me with something that tells me, I am home now. For a year, I am home. And I will love this adventure.
Here is the new link to my first video in Italy!
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