1. the family i had chosen to live with bailed on me because their current nanny decided to stay with them. i can't say i blame them for their decision, but that sucked.
2. i'm back to square one, meeting more families, etc. i have a job interview for an english teacher tomorrow. so here's hoping!
3. after all this backwards-ness, i needed to think. so i went to the beautiful villa borghese (equivalent of central park here in rome) and i sat by the lake, which resembles the one from fantasia. (i'll develop that further in my next blog..) but i'm sitting there and this old man comes over to me and asks if he could sit down. so of course i say yes. long story short, i have a new old man friend here in rome. he's a composer. he likes wagner (i told him i don't sing wagner..)
however, he was not the only friend i made. i keep getting stopped by older gentlemen (in restaurants, outside restaurants, store owners, baristas, etc) and they give me their numbers.
so now my purse is filled with phone numbers from old men. only i would come to rome to be picked up by a 70 year old...
3 comments:
70 year old men... are they rich? maybe you could get a good pension plan from them...i am sure they only have a few good years left. you could live with the old man and take care of him. then you can get in his will. its just a thought. trying to be helpful... instead i am just being foolish.
good luck tomorrow!
what's che brutto?
what did i tell you about all this italian...i know you are in italy but i am still in america...land of the free...home of the english. work with my american linguistics. im very limited.
Hey, Lizzie! It means "how ugly." Maybe there's a meaning that isn't literal, though. 'Cause Carrie ain't brutta.
And Car, you know what I think about old men.....
GO FOR IT!
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