Who would have thought that those shitty steriotypes about Italy are 100% TRUE???
It’s been six days and I’ve eaten pasta TWICE DAILY!
There are exactly 32 mosquito bites covering my poor but apparently quite delicious body, one of which I am fairly sure must have been caused by THIS MOTHERFUCKER HERE.
Gathering my courage I talked to the host mum who took a peek at my PRO/CONTRA list… which was fairly out of balance and rather long.
After a uncomfy silence of several seconds she announced that she’s gonna change half of it and that I can go home for a few days so they can fix it under the condition that I’ll come back for the weeks in which they really need a professional au pair girl (they wouldn’t be able to find another that fast and I am quite good).
SO I RAN HOME SO FAST, YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE IT o.O
Hugging my mum made everything better and I am still looking forward to actually SEE Florence… which was kind of the main reason why I wanted this job.