‘’ What will my host family looks like? What will my school be like? How will my life be like? Can I adaptation with Italians? ”, I am trying to not to expect anything and not prejudice myself.
When I go down from the train, this is the moment I waited for, the game began. I immediately saw the ” Benvenuti ”, seeing the smiles of the volunteers and the host-family. I looked for my family, I saw the look of their eyes, their smiles, and I still remember the moment at that time. The point is I can’t say anything especially when I first meet face to face and talk to them. There was something funny when I met them, I was confused, kiss or not, because it was new to me. Be an awkward moment between me and them.
Baca Juga:The Book of Imaginary Beliefs