Catholic is a Universal Language

June 26, 2011, 10:36 PM, Italy time

Feeling clever in my room in Taormina, Italy

We just got back from the most intense precession I have ever been a part of.  We went to church at 7 and then celebrated something I didn’t understand because it was in Italian.  But we had a precession around the ENTIRE CITY OF TAORMINA following the priests and stopping every once in a while to pray.  It was amazing.  The entire city was involved and it was decorated with flowers.  People lit off fireworks and had sparklers.  It was amazing.

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Well, It’s Been Real!

June 26, 2011, 12:05 AM Italy time

A sad and lonely room in an apartment in Taormina, Italy

Seriously earlier today on the train I was thinking about writing about how it is kind of nice to not have a phone always ringing.  I had this huge inspirational blog planned about how I don’t understand why I always answer my phone or read texts when I am with other people or doing something else.  I was going to say how it is sort of a relief not jumping every time there is a buzz to see if maybe he texted me, or him, or maybe someone with plans for later, always being worried about later instead of being worried about now.  I was going to write about how I love that languages are different but you can always communicate through being nice, and how everyone appreciates kindness no matter what, and how it would be great to just help people and never really needing to hear their story, and never having to tell yours, just letting the common link between you and everyone else be the basic human desire to give love.

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I Speak No Italiano.

June 25, 2011, 11:48 PM Italy time

A room in an apartment in Taormina, Italy

It’s really pretty here.  Taormina is a super cute city on a hill that overlooks the Mediterranean Sea.  It was a 5 and a half hour train from Pasteum to Taormina.  Our train disconnected at one point and got put on a ship that took us to Sicily.  The ocean is so blue and it’s even hotter than infinity degrees.

We took a tour of the school and it looks like an old fashion museum.  It has four floors and there are chalk boards and it reminds me of how I used to picture old boarding schools in books.

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What the Hell Day is it??

June 24, 2011, 5:50 PM…Italy time…actually it is June 24…I just found out for all of these I am behind one day…or am I…I am so confused.

The bungalow

I was asked to do an interview that was going to represent ACLE for next year…they asked me to describe my orientation in one word…is it weird I wanted to say “FAN-F***KIN-TASTIC!”  Yeah, first thing that came to my head.  Then I remembered how stupid that girl was…and I picked “exhilarating.”  Good luck Voldemort, she’s an idiot.

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Is Butter a Carb?

June 24, 2011, 8:03 AM Italy Time

On the sandiest bed in the universe, the Bungalow after breakfast

Last night we found out our first placements.  I had been sort of worried because I found out that this whole “orientation” was actually a mini-interview, where we would be watched, evaluated, and pretty much analyzed the entire week.  I was scared the directors might not like me or think I’m capable of the job or something and I would get sent home.

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June 23, 2011, 7PM Italy time

The bungalow

Longest day ever.  During our siesta I took a 2 hour PTFO nap instead of going to the beach.  I’m so glad my roommate came back and woke me up or I would probably still be sleeping.  I woke up feeling super sick.  Good thing taking random medications written in unknown languages by people you just met is completely normal here.  I gave Anna niquil yesterday and I am pretty sure I changed her life.  Likewise, whatever those fizzy German vitamin thingies were pretty much saved mine.

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Exhaustion – and an Inspiring Friend

June 22, 2011, 7 PM, Italy time

The bungalow, after the most exhausting run ever

Alysse and I decided we were finally going to go for a run today. She kicked my ass immensely but I feel a ton better. I’ve never felt so exhausted by people. I just want to stay in my room for a few hours and read a book or something; but I can’t because the directors are like…stalking you constantly, trying to make sure you always have energy and can handle taking care of kids for 60 hours or more a week. It’s nuts. And it’s sort of worse for Alysse and I as opposed to my bungalow mates and (I’m guessing) hers because (not to sound super weird) but I feel super in the middle of everyone. Not in a bad way, well I guess it’s sort of bad, but I feel like there’s always a group of like….10 people wherever I am.

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