I have finally gotten used to the honking cars, double-takes and stare downs from the locals. People in town gawk at me like I have a sign on my forhead flashing, "I am an American". I guess my new Italian skin tone isn't fooling anyone.
Today when I went to a birthday party with Maria and Enea, I was ready for the curious eyes and whispers. However, in a matter of 10 minutes, I was surrounded by 15 kids straining to get my attention. There were two teenage girls who spoke decent english translating everyone's questions. The young children were circled around me smiling and trying to communicate. Although I answered the most boring facts about my life, they acted like I was a queen gracing them with my presence. Little girls with googly eyes were tugging at my skirt just to say "hello".
Maria stood next to me the entire time, making sure I had enough space to think. She wanted to be my body guard. I have never felt so welcomed with a party of strangers. It was a blast!
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