I have never thought the letters B-A-R would mean so much to me, yet I go in hopes of meeting an American, or Brit, or South African! Where are the people I am supposed to meet and have friendships with for the rest of my life. This is not going to plan. Not to plan at all.
My bedroom view as I mope.
As I sit and read the Canterbury Tales, journaling about my 5th day loneliness, and make myself pasta, I listen to "King of Spain," by the Tallest Man of Earth. It makes me think I should have chose a country in which I may have had the ability to communicate. Years of Spanish is better than no Italian. I keep answering all here in Spanish, why did I not choose Spain. What was I thinking!
The new revised plan is sign up for an Italian language course, and meet other people in the same boat as me. Expat to expat. Plus, of course, I will be going out with co-workers tomorrow night. Possibly with more confidence I will find more people. Until then, I will cry into my English Classic, hoping to read an Italian novel by the end of the year.
Right now, I am rethinking my entire outlook. For anyone who knows me, they know I choose place over people 100% of the time. All you need to be happy to is travel to beautiful places. As I sit alone in my apartment, I realize I was horribly wrong. Here's to loving people.
Per l'amore di persone!
Keep your chin up! Here's hoping today is a better day. I visited Italy (Rome, Florence & Pisa) while in high school and the most frustrating part was not being able to communicate with people, I also took Spanish in high school. You should just find a tour group of American kids and hang out with them, just offer to buy them wine :) The baby room got bigger today and Jess is officially a crawler, which is hard to believe!
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