September 30th, 9
p.m.
Dear Clare,
One week only has passed?
Will I ever come back to my family? I knew it wouldn’t be easy to stay in a
foreign country where people speak a different language but…I must be sincere
with you, I feel alone! My host family is nice, Lucia often speaks to me and
Andrea (the good-looking guy) is really kind because he has already introduced
me to some of his friends and I appreciated that, but…you know I miss my friends Lola, Pilar
and the people from Spain! In Spain everybody likes talking and teenagers are
always cheerful! It’s not simple to explain,
but here people look embarrassed when I am with them. I’ll give you an
example: yesterday I was at the bus stop waiting for the bus and when I asked
Andrea the time (mixing up Spanish and Italian because I did not know how to
say it correctly) everybody around us stopped talking and started to stare at
us, you can’t imagine how awkward it was! I can now understand what people mean
by “culture shock!”. Italy is not far from Spain and my parents are Italian so
I thought that these two cultures were similar but they are not! In addition to
the from teenagers’ attitude, the climate in winter is awful! It has rained
every single afternoon this week and more than that every morning, when I leave
the house, the fog is so thick that I can’t see through 2 metres ahead of me
…how I miss you and your mild climate,
Barcelona!
Even if my mum often prepares
Italian food, I like Spanish dishes: Lucia cooked paella with fish and
vegetables for me. It wasn’t that bad,
but she asked me for the Spanish recipe and I think next time I’ll help her
because I understood she is not a very good at cooking!
During these months I’ll
attend a high school : It is called liceo Pigafetta. It’s in an ancient
building in the centre of Vicenza and I like it. I’ve already begun classes. My
new classmates showed me some of the main rooms, for examples the auditorium, the library, the
chemistry lab… My impression is that they are really proud of their school even
if I think mine is better-equipped!
I met my new schoolmates:
there are quite a lot of them! 31! On the first day , they were all curious and they wanted to talk
with me because some of them study Spanish, so I had fun listening to their pronunciation and their
answers. I think the class is divided into two groups: in one there are quiet
guys, in the other they are rowdy and I
think they are not united because during this week the two “factions” have already had two arguments! Francesca, who is
the chief of the rowdy ones, made a
strong impression on me because she seems like a baby, she is a teaser and I
think (I say “I think” because I did not understand much of what they said) she offended two
girls while they were discussing and they both cried…how sad! I don’t like
Francesca and I think she doesn’t like me either. On the second day I was
trying to explain to my maths’ teacher who I am and what I’m doing here and she
made fun of me because of my mistakes. I hope we’ll become friends in the
future but the beginning hasn’t been good.
I’m sorry Clare but I’m really
tired and now I am going to bed, see you.
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