My new host family in Mantova consists of a young divorceé and her adorable 8-year-old daughter. She owns a pasticceria with her ex-husband, who is the cook. The woman drives like her car is from Maximum Overdrive and she's out to exterminate humanity, and she hates me because I don't speak Italian. She is hilarious, though I'm not entirely sure she's joking.
Upon arrival, she took me out to an Irish pub with her boyfriend and their friends. And her 8-year-old daughter. But she didn't drink or anything cause she was our DD.
At 2 o'clock in the a.m. I was asked if I liked dancing. My normal response is no because I can't, but I have actually discovered I can in Italy. At least, they call what I do to music dancing. So I said, "Yeah, sure." They asked if I had €50, which was met with a cocked head and a furrowed brow. "For what?" I asked
"For the dancers," they said.
"OOOOoooohhhhh," I said.
I politely declined their invitation to the strip-club, at which point they returned my cocked head and furrowed brow. They asked if I had a girlfriend, which I do, and where she was. I told them Pisa. They said, "Let's go." I dissuaded them from making a 3-hour drive to Pisa at 2:00 a.m., but they insisted we go on Friday after school. I said, "Cool."
Upon arrival, she took me out to an Irish pub with her boyfriend and their friends. And her 8-year-old daughter. But she didn't drink or anything cause she was our DD.
At 2 o'clock in the a.m. I was asked if I liked dancing. My normal response is no because I can't, but I have actually discovered I can in Italy. At least, they call what I do to music dancing. So I said, "Yeah, sure." They asked if I had €50, which was met with a cocked head and a furrowed brow. "For what?" I asked
"For the dancers," they said.
"OOOOoooohhhhh," I said.
I politely declined their invitation to the strip-club, at which point they returned my cocked head and furrowed brow. They asked if I had a girlfriend, which I do, and where she was. I told them Pisa. They said, "Let's go." I dissuaded them from making a 3-hour drive to Pisa at 2:00 a.m., but they insisted we go on Friday after school. I said, "Cool."
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