Here I am...

Jet Lag is still ruling my life. I have wanted to write since getting here yesterday but I just now found internet at the public library.

Some thing about planes.
-I often have an overwhelming urge to talk to strangers and ask them ridiculous things like how they feel about past tense or if they too think ginger ale tastes better at 40,000 ft. Or most importantly if they find the world to be a strange and wonderful and amusing place, as I often do.
-Also, I seems to think my best thoughts when flying over Canada.

My host family is very nice. Only one of the daughters speaks English but we have all been able to communicate with each other, mostly. Our host mom is a wonderful painter, there are all of these mast copies she did hanging all over the house, moslty Van Goghs. The house itself is so beautiful. We have a terrace and can walk out to it from our room.

Oh, and before we got to Siena Rebecca, Chelsea and I had to get bus tickets from Florence. This is significant because it was the first time I spoke Italian. I walked up to the counter and asked, "A che ora passa il prossimo autobus per Siena" and the guy said "Brava, Brava, " and told me in Italian. When I stared blankly and gestured for him to write it down, he told me in English. So clearly I am still working on this whole speaking thing.

I want to put up pictures but for some reason it is not letting me right now... I will figure it out and hopefully have some up soon.

Overall I not sure how I feel. I am happy to be here, but miss home. I think that a lot of it is still getting over jetlag and getting accustomed to new surroundings. Once I get into a routine I know I will feel less crazy and sleepy all the time.