The month of illness and dog attacks
Trip Start Aug 28, 2009
23Trip End Nov 24, 2009
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After Halloween, pretty much the entire town of Dello became sick. And that's only a slight exaggeration. First it was Francesco, who woke up one morning with a terrible headache. It was only about a day until Enrico got it too. All their friends were sick as well, some missing school for multiple weeks. The boys missed a lot as well. And because Luisa and Angelo had to work, I stayed home with them, eating manderines like it was my job, hoping the Vitamin C would be enough to keep the plague away from me. It was hard work, taking care of sick children who are already prone to crying, and I was paid for that extra time. Which was nice, considering I used a huge chunk of money a couple weekends later! But that's jumping ahead. I had moments of intense homesickness, where I didn't want to GO home, I wanted to BE home. I'm not looking forward to the flight, I wish I could just snap my heels together and be home in the blink of an eye. One night, after the boys started to feel better, we went to a pizzareia (spelling?) in Brescia. Oh. My. God. I'm sorry Ben, but I don't think I can eat pizza from CPK anymore. It was freaking FANTASTIC. I ordered ham, artichoke mushroom and then for dessert....a chestnut chocolate icre cream thing, that was also fantastic except that I seriously have OD'd on chestnuts and felt sick when they were in my mouth. But I ate around them, and ohh. It's going to be difficult to leave the food here (and I guess the architecture and people too). I went out with my Russian friend Alessia and had a great time! I don't know why we don't hang out more often. We went to a bar (one of two in town) then had dinner at the restaurant near her house. Talking with her made me realize that I was in Italy. It's not like I had forgotten, but you know how it is, you get in a routine, I just didn't appreciate it like I had when I first got here. She helped make it fresh again, and I felt so lucky to be here. Things have definitely improved with the boys, there are times they still scream and cry and drive me crazy, but now there are times when they snuggle up with me, Francesco especially. He can be so dang adorable! I wish he was like that all the time. One day I did something that I must keep a surprise...but it will be shocking I promise! And the Pope was in Brescia! I wanted to go so bad, but no one could give me a ride there. It was rainy and cold, so I guess it's probably a good thing I didn't go, considering I've already been sick most of the time I've been in Italy, but still. I watched the ceremony on TV, and it was beautiful. They had a choir singing and I got emotional, even though I'm not Catholic anymore. It still was really touching, and I'm still very disappointed I didn't get to go see him. And here's a fun thing that happened-I got bit by a dog! I went on a walk one of the nice days (it's been foggy for a couple weeks now), playing music on my ipod, and just enjoying life. I took the loop I've taken a ton of times on the bike now (yes, I am riding bikes, I know, crazy) which leads through a small town near Dello. As I was walking along the sidewalk, along the main road, I passed many homes that had huge scary dogs barking at me. I thought "wow, am I glad they are locked behind those fences" when a loose dog passed me. He ran past me though, so instead of being frightened of him I thought "wow, I hope he doesn't get hit by a car." He stopped outside one gate and turned and looked at me. Stupidly, I continued walking, which took me right by him. Out of nowhere he turned and bit me on the leg, below my knee. Then he started circling me and barking, and I FREAKED OUT. I started screaming "NO!" and pointing at him, the blood rushing through my ears. He stopped so I kept walking, not hearing the music anymore but feeling my heart pumping almost out of my chest. I walked what I thought was a good distance and stopped to see if my leg was alright. It was just a scratch but as I looked back, I saw that he was following me. I yelled "no" again, and he stopped, so I went off again at a faster pace. Every few steps I would turn around and yell to stop him from following me, the whole time frantically searching for rocks or a stick to defend myself. I crossed the street at one point and luckily he didn't follow. I made it home without crying, and laid down on my bed in the dark, trying to calm down. Luisa found me that way, and I tried to calmly explain what happened, but I lost it. I was still so terrified. I think part of the tears were also from the night before, when she sprung the idea on me of coming back to work for them after Christmas. After all the complaining I've done of the boys, I still considered it. I mean, it is horrible timing, because Enrico has started speaking in English, or at least understanding what I say to him. It's cool to see this improvement. But I don't know if I could handle another 3 months of being stuck indoors with screaming children. The weekends are what get me through the weeks, and now that the cold weather has moved in, I don't know how many trips I would be able to take. But life in Italy has been great, and the next entry is even better! I'm not sure when I will write about it...but I promise it's a good one!