The Black Sheep Non Possa Mangiare Più
So, I have been promising to update this for a while. Truthful I kept waiting so I would have something good to update you all about and now I've waited so long I have a MILLION things to update.
Obviously, first things first, I am back in Italy. My mom came back with me in August and we took an amazing trip to the Amalfi Coast. There were some many highlights its hard to pick my favorite but I would have to say the cooking class was a top highlight! Don't worry when I come back in April (We are not getting in to the fact that I am not coming home for Christmas because it is a delicate subject at the moment) we can do some cooking classes to teach everyone all the amazing things we learned. My mom has mentioned she's already using a few techniques we learned and so far so good.
Now on to the big updates. I MOVED TO THE ITALIAN ALPS! I was feeling a bit broke, well because I was, so I started looking for a job as an Au Pair - ask my dad how he would spell it... ha just kidding dad! Anyways, my search lead me to this amazing family in Bormio (Italian Alps) and let's just say life does not suck here. It is insanely pretty, even the pictures I take don't do this place justice. But, there is one downfall I have found. In my now two-ish weeks here I have found eating with children is incredibly annoying/disgusting. While people might claim this is different if it's your own child, I just have to say I think you're lying. Every single meal is a battle, between them not liking something, wanting something else and it all ending in them just eating dessert. I have witnessed a child not liking bean soup, so the grandma picked out every bean. Every. Single. Bean. I couldn't help but be assumed as I questioned which person was more strong willed. I have also held back gags as I watched a child eat spoons full of solid cheese, literally ladles full of cheese. Of course I immediately feared for Carmine's future diet, and then held back aforementioned gags as the child dipped the spoon into a cup of water, flung it around, and then had to wipe drops of cheese water from my face... I almost quit on the spot. Now, like all true Italian families that force feed like no one you have ever encountered before. No joke you guys, tonight after I finished my plate of food, and was on to my salad (because they are convinced is better for your digestion) they kept telling my how I need to eat and that I wasn't eating because I asked to not have dessert. It is insane, to the point where they brought be a piece of cake and told me to take it to my room because I would probably be hungry in an hour since I wasn't eating enough. I am not currently having a stare off with the slice of cake. I refuse to eat it out of principle; and the fact that I simply cannot physically eat any more. When I roll off the plane in April, no one judge me. I was help captive by food.
Needless to say, these first few weeks have been an adjustment. I am learning that personal space is not a thing and when constantly surrounded by children, you will never be clean. All of this aside, I am incredibly happy. I have made some great friends and am slowly starting to settle in. I promise this time around to be more diligent about this because lets face it... I will have a ton of stories.