That means I am an American girl...and it is usually followed by an apologetic "scusa..."
This happens a lot.
I'm going to do a list today because I have many thoughts and emotions and lists are easy.
Things that are great:
1) My family. If my family wasn't great/understanding/super patient/kind, I would hop on a plane tomorrow. This whole nannying in a foreign country without understanding what the heck anyone is saying is tough. Coming home to this family is worth it.
2) Being able to have silence. Silence unlike anything I've ever experienced. When I go to parties and such with the family, it gets old to sit around pretending like I know what people are talking about. So I've had a lot of time to sit and just think. Journal a bit; but mostly just extended time sit and be in my own thoughts.
3) The kids. They are not only super cute, but curious and sweet. And they understand English.
4) The fact that at night I watch
Alias with my host parents.
5) Enjoying running for the first time in my life ever. I dont understand how it happened, but I am going with it.
6) Being chewed out by a grumpy neighbor because we were playing soccer too close to his car. And not understanding a word. Take that old man. Stop wearing neon running tights, its disturbing. Also stop going through peoples trash to figure out who isnt sorting it correctly. It was me, and I literally can't tell you that.
Things that are a challenge:
1) Not being able to rely on my people skills.
I used to work in the ID office at school and we would get new international students all the time. I remember listening to people in my office try to explain things slowly to them. The students would say, "I don't understand English."
And the office worker would try to explain it again, using different words. Still no understanding. They played this game a few times, and usually the International students pretended to understand and left. I remember thinking, "If they don't understand English they don't understand. You can't just pick new English words and hope its going to work. Their life sucks right now." Well, now people do that to me.
At camp last summer we had two nuns visit from Slovenia. They didnt speak English very well, but it was wonderful having them. I remember when we were setting up teepees I avoided working on the tee pee with them. Why? Because it was awkward. I didnt want to deal with the elephant in the room of misunderstanding, so I just avoided it. I remember thinking at the time, this is so wrong and I'm a terrible person, but whatever. Well now I have people running away from me. Actually running.
I get it, I really do. I'm not offended. I'm just not used to people avoiding me, if I'm being real. I'm also not used to people feeling sorry for me but that is definitely happening.
Fun fact about the Slovenian nuns: We did a rescue first aid simulation, and some counselors were pretend "hit" by lightening. Then a "hidden" actress fell off a log and had a fake spinal injury. Our task was to figure out how to get her to safety in the midst of this "lightening storm". The sister didn't realize it was fake until we were almost done. Whoops.
2) Its not that I feel isolated. Thankfully that hasn't hit. I'm just very overwhelmed. People always say, "You need time to process." So I've tried. But I dont even really know how to start. Do I just sit down and say,
"Ok, now I am going to start thinking about the fact that I am in a foreign country with nobody I know and I am in charge of the lives of two children and I don't know how to communicate anything to their friends and their teachers. But its fine because I'm processing it. But actually I'm just freaking out."
I'm not sure.
I went into town the other day to try to learn my way around. I'm terrible with directions, and I don't like crowds. There was an economic festival in town the day I went and I realized I didnt know my way around at all.
I started sweating a lot (this is usually what I do when I am internal freak out mode). On the outside I look calm and collected. But I seriously sweat like a maniac. So I walked into a shoe store, because I could pretend to want to buy shoes. Well no shoes were on display, there were only boxes on boxes and a woman who said, "Prego", as in "Can I help you?"
uh...uh....bye (that was me). Why the heck were no shoes on display in a shoe store? Italy is weird.
So then I walked into this insanely beautiful church that they call small but I don't. Just so happened, Mass was about to start. If you accidently walk into the best party every you don't just leave. So I sat down and breathed, brought my heart rate down and tried to prepare myself for mass. Then I realized the Italian women were giving me weird judgy looks. "What the..." Oh shoot. I was wearing shorts. Not super short shorts but finger length khaki shorts. People generally don't wear shorts in Italy and in church?! Heaven forbid. Get out you sinful child.
Another thing about me: I hate not being dressed appropriately for attire or weather. I usually change outfits 10x until I get it perfect. I wish I were kidding.
One time (only one time) in college I went last min. to a party in my apt. complex. I wasnt planning on going, and I still hadnt showered, but one of my roomates was going so I thought, "Why not? I'm not doing anything." Lo and behold every girl there was dressed in anthroplogy and wedges and cool swingy dresses that would look like a moo moo on me.
Shoot. Did they care what I looked like? Heck no. If anything it helped them look cuter in pictures. Did I? Oh heck yes. Remarkably I stayed, but I never forgot the vow I made to never do that again.
So here in Mass I said, "Jesus. I really want to be here and participate in this gift. You obviously want me here. And you don't care if I show up to the party dirty and stained and under dressed. Especially since I didn't know I was coming until a few min. ago. You're just estatic I came." So I stayed. The Italian women rolled their eyes, and I forced them to deal with my legs.
So much of being here has forced me to screw what people think. Its hard for a people pleaser like me. Its hard for my perfectionist nature, and how much my heart longs to fit in and be in the middle of the action. But that's what happens when we go on an adventure. We meet the unpleasing parts of ourselves that need work. And ultimately, I'm ok with that.