Well, I have something to say to all you folks now.
Writer's block sucks.
I came back from my very first trip to my homeland (Italy) last Monday, and gee whiz, it's Sunday now, and the only things I achieved in my last week of Spring Break are, huh, look at that, NOTHING. No-thing.
I talked with my friends on the phone so that counts. The only problem is that me and one of my best-est friends, Dani, have the same conversations over and over again. (Example: "Onions are so good!!!" "I know!! And on top of hot dogs!?!?" "Oh my GOSH yes!!! They're amazing!!") We seriously have this conversation on every one of our phone calls, but onions are really good, so it doesn't really matter.
I still haven't uploaded pictures from my trip, unpacked my carry on, or finished my little tid-bit of Latin homework. And the 4th quarter of school starts TOMORROW.
The reason I haven't been blogging here though is because I am working on my debut novel. The chances of me finishing it? 1 to a million. But I'm having fun with it.
Moving on... Instead of telling you what I did during my trip in chronological order I'll tell you what I learned about my family and Italy.
- Roman women dress with purpose and all-the-time glamour. You're probably tired of hearing this, but every woman in Rome dressed with style and dressed up, believe it or not, not down. No sweats, tee shirts, or sneakers. Instead they bore classic red lips, stilettos, pencil skirts... That's why Roma is now my favorite city.
- My family goes back to the 12th century. I always thought my family tree stopped at Elis Island, or somewhere in the Atlantic ocean, who knows. Instead, I have this huge branch, only a branch, of my family living happily-ever-after in a little village in Umbria since the eleven hundreds. In medieval times to the Renaissance, my family were the royal rulers of all those hills behind the picture of the church above. That church has been our family church since the very beginning. Inside is so cool!! I got this picture online because I still didn't upload my pictures, but we talked about that already... Anyway, my family is really nice. Silvia, my somehow-related cousin led Frankie, my mom and me through the village and down the hill with her adorable little daughters, Rebecca and... (well, I can't really spell the other one's name but she was still adorable) to the little church of San Felice (above). Supposedly, Saint Felice slayed a dragon there in Umbria. His tomb is inside. Silvia kissed the stone casket with her fingers, so we awkwardly did the same, because she only spoke Italian and we only speak English and we couldn't ask her what was what. (Imagine me, my mom, and Silvia flapping our arms and pointing at things and saying one-syllable words... that's not your imagination.) None of them spoke English either, but luckily enough my dad speaks a little Italian and we hired a driver for the day, Roberto, who translated for us. If you look carefully, below the circle window on the church you can see the little picture of Saint Felice slaying the dragon.
- Mealtime takes a lifetime. During the last leg of our trip, we went up to Torino (2006 Winter Olympics, ring a bell?) to vist another branch of my family. My dad had been emailing his second cousin Giovanna all the past year for our family to reconnect again. When we were there in the beautiful city, Giovanna dedicated herself to becoming our personal tour guide. She showed us all her favorite high-end shops (Burberry, Hogan, Gucci... those are her favorites), brought us to the Egyptian Museum, and invited us to an amazing home dinner at her mom's house with her mom and her live in nurse, Alessandra. Alessandra is an amazing, beyond amazing cook. I think I cried a little when she brought out these amazing cheese filled twisted dough things... But anyway, she poured out course after course after course of amazing pasta, cakes, you name it. We left at midnight.
That's enough for now. Having all these cousins in Italy is amazing. But what's more amazing is that they were always there; we just needed to connect.