Today I left home to go meet the next one. I'm really nervous, I'm on the train by myself, later going to have to change trains... I'm barely going to pass by next to Milan, where basically everyone is descending to do something fashion related. Anyway, I'm really excited to go to Valle d'Aosta, it'll be very, very different to 'same old' Rimini. Even thought I already miss Rimini. Rimini is home, I feel first riminese, then romagnola, then Italian. It's an interesting way of thought, because I don't feel like this exchange year has been properly a year away from home. I feel like this year has been a month or two away from home, until I reached the point where home was the place where I had found my own place. Rimini is definitely home by now, I made myself a place there. I get asked a lot why I came here, why I left home, why do I study at school. It's because firstly I wanted to live, I wanted to go outside, I want to keep learning. I'm doing things that everyday I feel like they develop new parts of me. I feel as I'm still the same, but at the same time I feel so different that I will be unrecognisable when I go back to my origins. Changes are for good, thought. And I want to keep changing.
The Distance of a Day. A video of a sunset in Los Angeles made by my mother with her iPhone next to a video of a sunrise in the Maldives made by me. They were recorded simultaneously. At the exact same moment the sun was setting in Los Angeles it was rising in the Maldives. We were watching the sun together, thousands of miles apart.
Today I feel much better and happier. Talked with my mom, and like always she brought my spirits up.
(Awesome mom is awesome)
Here New Year's is celebrated with friends, more than with family, so I'm going to go to a party with my school friends in a place they apparently rented.. It's going to be great.
I still don't know what I'm going to wear so... Meh,... Also I made a 911 Playlist with all partying music, it's pretty great, but since my first idea was to get a lot of dubstep in, what in the end gives me the urge to fix it (because I'm the only one that listens to dubstep in Rimini to my knowledge) I had to control myself on the composition of this playlist.
I went ice-skating (again) the day before yesterday. I was the only one that didn't fall! Wiiiiii
I really feel a lot better. I'll post some pictures if I have time later on.
I love my family, my friends, I love Rimini, I love Italy.
Today I lived what I'll remember as the (definitely) best way to start the day.
The thing is that last friday I went skating with my friends from school (2nd time hanging out outside of school, aleluya!) and I had to take two buses, one to get to my friends house, and a second one to go all the way down to the Ferris Wheel (Bagno 0, mentre io abito al Bagno 67, nar-mol).. Everything great, I had a great time, skated on ice for the first (legit) time in my life, and I kind of fell in love with it, because it's freaking awesome, I had hot chocolate and everything good, I loved that day...
Allora, to go back home I had told my host mom that I would go back home with my friends parents ( who obviously have a car).. In the end they could't come so my friend was like 'we are going to take the bus to my house, and then I'll take you with my bike (note: motorbike) to your house, I know where you live and it's close by anyway'.. I was like, Ok va bene, 'cause I HAVE to get to my house like now, it was 7:30 and my family gets crazy when we don't dine all together (shit, crazy)..
So to make things short, I got to my house at 7:45, with a (girl)friend that drove her motorbike, because I couldn't wait for her parents because I was already late, so when she gave me the option to go home a little bit 'earlier' I jumped into the opportunity... It was something ridiculous really, and I didn't even think it through.
Since I arrived late my host mom didn't call me on anything, and since yesterday my host parents were outside and there was a dinner they didn't call anything on me either.
But, today morning, when I had just woken up, with a headache, after reading the newspaper from my country on the phone (and confirmig that nothing has changed for the better), and after reading a message from my best friend that another friend had passed out because of intoxication; it's really nice hearing how you 'lied' to a person you wouldn't ever lie to, arrived late missing family dinner (wtf is it so important idk), then again 'lied', then again how I could be sent back to my country because I road with an underage person on a supposedly one person bike..
Like, I'm sorry, but first, I didn't lie it was a change of plans on last minute basis.
Secondly, I told you guys I was going to be late for dinner...
And thirdly, my bad if I road with a minor, it's not like it's prohibited...
Will they send me back because I road with an underage person?
To my knowledge the rules are No alcohol, no drugs, no driving.
Was I (fucking) driving? Drunk? High?
I think (fucking) Not.
Ugh.. This is exactly what I don't need on a sunday morning.. I've been feeling shitty since the start of december, and this has been the lowest point on the emotional curve we all exchanges are going through.. At least for me...
It's like.. If a person can make me cry, you are damn important to me, and I care what you think about me.
So, I'm legitimately sorry to my host mom for everything I did. Yes, she made me cry.. For the first time in 5 months since I've been here.
P.S.: There's a good thing to this.. Since this (I think) is the lowest point in my humor and mental saneness I can be at, I think I can't but go up from here. Yay..?
I really like this picture, it says 'diversity'. From left to right:
Ayelen (Paraguay), Cat (Austria), Florencia (Argentina), Paul (Germany), Karla (Dominican Republic), Chang (China), Poom (Thailand).
This is going to be the only picture of the most recent Camp I'm going to be posting for a while since I have like a ton of things to do, and facebook comes first only in this case.
Sono andata in spiaggia due volte; la prima ho fatto il bagno (non essattamente una buona idea), la seconda ho trovato i conchiglie (? bho)
Went to the beach two times; the first I took a dip (not exactly a good idea), the second time I found some conches (? not even in english I know the word...)
1. Il Delfino Verde, a boat, I don't know whose boat it is.. I just took a picture..
2. The pier overlooking the Adriatic Sea
3. The rock pier constructed some years back, nowadays people fish a lot here
4. Rockisland one of the many discos I can't go into :D specially this one because it closes when it's not summer
5. The conchiglies... Ok conchas, however you say it I don't know.. They are kind of pretty
I really hope the authorities of Lampedusa (Italy) are prosecuted for crimes against humanity. It’s really sad to see people dying trying to get a better life and this people doing nothing to save them. :(
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