Thank you Italy

Where the heck are you Krys? Rome? Sicily? No and No… I have found myself in the Southern town of Bari. I have been here for a week and a half, and already have started to make it “home”.  I have a new home, new friends and a new job. Life is going just the way I didn’t plan it. It is even better. Everyday is my gift and I have so much to look forward to.

I moved into an apartment with two Italian girls and a chick from Albania, I am hoping to improve my Italian and learn from these three talented, intelligent ladies. But, it isn’t easy. Cultural differences, language barriers and ONE yes ONE scary bathroom make it loads of fun and lots to learn. These girls are very clean, when I say very clean I mean we have a cleaning schedule and must follow the “rules”. Shoot, I am not very good at following anything. They are the “good girls”, and I just may be the "bad seed" in the house. What’s new? I told them a story of me getting lost walking home from work every day; I stopped a fine man on the street for directions and ended up in his car because I was quite far from my house. The next day I was lost again, yes I got lost the entire first week, he picked me up on a motorcycle. I happened to be wearing a dress, so natural I hopped on the back and told him to go as fast as he could by the sea shore.  My house is located near the sea side and port.  We ended up drinking wine and talking for a while…p.s he speaks NO ENGLISH. Nothing at all, so we communicate in piegon.  I just love saying I am learning Italian. The girls that I am living with were laughing and horrified. I think they may have a little something to learn from me, if they take anything from me living with them for the next year I hope they shake out their long dark hair and let it lose, because they can be or do anything they want too.

   Everything works it self out and I was always suppose to be here, even though I cried on the plane and hated to leave my Roman man.

So, I am spending the next year in Bari. Teaching English to an amazing group of adults and children. I am keeping busy and working a lot, also taking an Italian course and spending my two hour lunch break in cafes with my new friends. Here is where I pick up my pen and continue being the author of my story. Instead of you are welcome Italy….Thank you for everything you have shared with me.