Ma Non E' La Fine! La Rifiuto!
Sunday was perhaps the most emotional day I have had all year. Non mi va di andare via!
At a lovely mountainside restaurant, the entire school community,(that is all the school faculty, staff, their relatives, host families, ex-host families, and students alike) gathered for a ginormous goodbye lunch - Italian style. Everyone was full of cheer on this beautiful spring day - throwing around una palla and listening to the Italian language sing through the air. We ate lots of prosciutto and many kinds formaggi, nibbled on some lovely pasta, and went back more than one time for la torta. I tried my hardest to remember these details because I realized it was this air and these people that made my experiences worth being things to miss. I'm not sure how I might be feeling a week from now, sleeping in my own bed, under my own roof...ma non ne penso adesso.
The hard part was when we had to wrap everything up. I have been the co-Editor of the Class of 2014 Yearbook, and was finally able to release it to everyone alongside the rest of the staff. We handed them all out and watched anxiously as the host families turned to their host student's page where a letter (in italiano) was addressed to them. I didn't even get to finish my job when Valerio ran across the garden with a big hug, the rest of my host family not far behind. It was a mess of tears and hugs. I couldn't help but laugh at one point when Vale tried to tell me (in response to my message to him in the yearbook) "ma non sono pazzo!" and I had to respond, "oh mamma mia - non mentire!" They stood by my side as the class watched a video of the families and sang a song we wrote to them. It was so hard to get through with all those emotions attached, but we all knew the families loved every word we sang out of tune.
Before leaving, I had to say goodbye to one of my dear friends. That made the lunch even harder - the goodbyes last a week and started with the departure of my sweet sweet friend. I was a mess. Non mi va di partire!!!!!
At a lovely mountainside restaurant, the entire school community,(that is all the school faculty, staff, their relatives, host families, ex-host families, and students alike) gathered for a ginormous goodbye lunch - Italian style. Everyone was full of cheer on this beautiful spring day - throwing around una palla and listening to the Italian language sing through the air. We ate lots of prosciutto and many kinds formaggi, nibbled on some lovely pasta, and went back more than one time for la torta. I tried my hardest to remember these details because I realized it was this air and these people that made my experiences worth being things to miss. I'm not sure how I might be feeling a week from now, sleeping in my own bed, under my own roof...ma non ne penso adesso.
The hard part was when we had to wrap everything up. I have been the co-Editor of the Class of 2014 Yearbook, and was finally able to release it to everyone alongside the rest of the staff. We handed them all out and watched anxiously as the host families turned to their host student's page where a letter (in italiano) was addressed to them. I didn't even get to finish my job when Valerio ran across the garden with a big hug, the rest of my host family not far behind. It was a mess of tears and hugs. I couldn't help but laugh at one point when Vale tried to tell me (in response to my message to him in the yearbook) "ma non sono pazzo!" and I had to respond, "oh mamma mia - non mentire!" They stood by my side as the class watched a video of the families and sang a song we wrote to them. It was so hard to get through with all those emotions attached, but we all knew the families loved every word we sang out of tune.
Before leaving, I had to say goodbye to one of my dear friends. That made the lunch even harder - the goodbyes last a week and started with the departure of my sweet sweet friend. I was a mess. Non mi va di partire!!!!!
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