Nightmare Parts 1 and 2

Okay, today I have two interesting stories to tell. The first: imagine that you are locked in a jail cell-like holding space between your house and the garden. The gate in front of you is closed in wrought iron with four bolts locking it. The door behind you just locked you and a 10 year old Italian boy inside because he didnt tell you that it did that. If you imagine yourself in that situation, you are where I was this morning. Oh, and add in the fact that once Andreà, the boy, realized our circumstances he began screaming "aiuto!" (help) and "oh Dio!" (oh God). Looking back I can see how hilarious it is and even then I knew that it would be funny to remember but he was crying and my phone was dead and we were as stuck as you get and I was actually scared about what we would do. So, naturally, I started to yell with him! What is a girl to do? So, here we are screaming with the huge blonde lab dog in the yard wimpering because she wants out and finally the neighbor comes. We gave him the key and got out and everything settled down until....
Story number two: I got on the phone with Gisella because Andrea had called her to ask her how to work the multi-bolt door. Unfortunately, he was still sobbing from the previous incident (the boy is afraid of his own shadow, so you can only imagine) and she was at work and was very annoyed at the situation. I got on the phone at her request and that is when the yelling commenced. I couldnt believe that someone I had only known for three days was screaming at me that I should know how to work the door (despite never having been shown and the fact that none of the keys would work). So, it upset me and I felt overwhelmed. We went on a walk but the whole time I was thinking of how I could possibly stay there for more than three weeks until school. I realized that my Italian was just not good enough to entertain a 10 year old boy and that I couldnt live for so long always fearing that my hostess would explode when I didnt know how to do something or was unfamiliar with the culture. I feel like I tried really hard to do things the right way and not to be a burden. I cleaned and cooked two meals a day for Andrea and I tried to help out, but I guess that I wasnt ready for the experience and I am sure that my hostess had too much going on to be able to help me in the ways that I would need to be helped. Living in a foreign country is hard but even harder when communication is bad. So, I told her that I would be leaving and now I am back at the Gherardi house with the Aussies and things are okay. I spoke with the right people and I left on good terms, so things are worked out. It was quite a morning but what I keep telling myself is that sometimes things just arent what you plan them to be...and thats okay. You just have to regroup and create a new course, so these three weeks I will be venturing out and trying to be creative to fill my days with new and exciting things. Wish me luck!