Let me point out the Blog Silvia ( http://zulvia.blogspot.com/ ) which is voluntary Mantovana Eggenburg (Austria) for the past 11 months.
"A year ago at this time, I was raising my miniminiappartamento in Casale Marittimo di Cecina, to go and start a new day of work at Camping Valle Gaia. Awakening early, kids club, water games , babydance. The wind that rocked the scent of sea and pine forest. Yesterday, August 29, as so often in the past year, I took a plane to Vienna. And for the second time, in case there are sweaters and the jacket given to me by my parents for my 23 years, on the occasion of my crossing Austria. For the first time, however, are not alone in my journey. He is there beside me. E 'come out of his mini world perfectly planned, organized, tidy (and many other ato), try to experience Italy. Yes, at last 8 days where I'm going to enjoy the taste of home, risotto alla Mantova lake but also of the sea. But not only that, I have the task of showing the beautiful country to Austria a bit 'skeptical, very patriotic, with the fear of difference. The prospect was not the best. The phase "I'm settling" in fact does not bode very well. Then something is released, will be the hot, muggy us that although we enjoy it all the way, that there, after the Alps, not arriving. It will be food, will be the two who eats ice cream a day learning how wisely the words "big bowl" and strawberry. So, my first experience as a tour guide in German, I also rediscover the beauty of a bay on Lake Garda, in my town, eating fresh seafood on the coast of the Etruscans.
I'm going to leave my country once again, my family, my friends, to finish my adventure of EVS and begin another as a student in Vienna. Why? why do not you go back to Bologna, why not try the test in Forlì? Maybe I just the feeling of not "finishing" of this experience. Series, Austria I'm not done with you.
One more month Eggenburg to, then packs and go in the capital. Cold, with intrinsic sidewalks of rain, but it is the capital. Eggenburg I loved, I hated, I wanted, I refused. Now, after tears and smiles, I can enjoy the last month with my friends, knowing that this life really is for me to finish, are not and will never be one of them, I was much more than a year for a host, but Like all guests, will soon pack up.
And I smile thinking of the postcard with the coliseum arrivatami by a father and a son Eggenburg, written in Italian with pride: "we are here and think of you." Then maybe, my Italian course he liked it seriously.
I left Malpensa Friday night with an hour and a half late, and with tears in his eyes. This year, I will not see Miss Italy with my friends.
But Italy made me fall in love. I brought him back, more selfishly because I needed company for the trip in the car outward, which love. But the beauty of the journey, perhaps, he did relax, have fun. He dropped the mask from the Austrian cold unfeeling. And so I enjoyed, and I'm glad I get back in the land of the Boche. The plane landed at Vienna airport. He looks at the window and lets out a melancholy "nooo", but then, just ask the explanation lies in a funny "nothing, nothing." Yeah, we're back in cold Austria. But it's too late, that I "nooo" I've heard.
Do not forget, the Italian vocabulary learned from a week: cup, strawberry, lemon, stracciatella, patataro, donut, baby (in Tuscany!). Well ', certainly if you find yourself in Italy will not die of hunger. "
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