I have this friend named Jordyn. She's a Southern belle and if you know anything about me, you know I have this OBSESSION with the South, but it's okay, I'm normal and stuff, ya know? ...I just love the lifestyle and probably think it's a little much like in the movies, but it's a nice fantasy, right? I even told my roommates, who are from Texas and Alabama, within 2 minutes of meeting them, "you guys, I'm just going to tell you something right off the bat - I LOVE the South. Just letting you know, so you're not freaked out when I incessantly ask questions about your wonderful lives there, okay????" They always make fun of me because they found out lots about me quickly. Victoria always jokes, "She said, 'Hi I'm Gioconda! It's like Anaconda, minus the 'ana', plus the 'gio'. You're from the South? I love the South, my sleep pattern resembles a cat and I don't wear underwear." But back to the point...deep down everyone knows all I want to do is settle down and have lots of babies and be a mom. Totally Southern, huh?! Anywho, my sweet girlfriend out here in Bologna, Jordyn, wrote me one of those random funny notes that you don't expect that brings a smile to your face when you see it. (Now I didn't know she wrote it until a special someone read it to me, because our room is a "jungle" to the Italians.) This is how I found out about her note.
Sarah barges into our room, as usual. She's kind of an adopted fourth roommate. Sarah's not even my best friend, it's stronger than that...we're "sorellas per la vita." She knows about my crush here...my "Italian tutor." Victoria, Emily and I were in our beds about to go to sleep when she waltzed on in, lighting up the room with her as always. We weren't tired anymore. I was cozy in my bed under covers joking about how I wished Stefano would come in and tell me a bedtime story and tuck me in! Well, it didn't take two seconds for Sarah to be like, "be right back." GUESS WHO SHE BROUGHT BACK WITH HER. God I love her. Heeyyy Stefanoooo. Rosanna and Veronica come in too. I stay in bed and magic Stefano takes a seat (there's this "magic club" here...so like, for example, they call me and Sarah, "magic Gioconda" and "magic Sarah" because we're the craziest American girls here I guess?) Well anyways, I'm totally paralyzed that the boy I like is in the room so I stay in the covers and GUESS WHERE STEFANO SAT.....ON MY BED. I asked for a bed time story and he picked up this note. I just want to say before you guys picture the cutest scenario...Emily, Victoria's and my door is ALWAYS open. This is the room that everyone congregates in and I love the little family we've created. I'm safe here, mom, don't you worry. I have friends like Jordyn that make me notes like this, that get read as a "bedtime story" by the cutest boy from Sicily as I'm all tucked in and ready for bed. Oh and I wish you all could hear his voice, it's EXTREMELY deep, almost somber, but once you get to know him, all he does is joke around (he's SUCH a boy) and then his voice turns into this lighthearted sound and...it's soothing. :-)..I lay smiling just looking at him and laughing my butt off once he commences that note I hadn't seen yet:
Oh Mama Gia!
When the moon hits your eye,
it's like a big pizza pie.
I fucking love you.
You make my life...
you complete me!
'Love is like surfing, you just have to chill with your friends as all the waves go by, until the perfect wave comes. Then it will be the best ride ever.
<3 Jordan, "your Southern belle"
I love ya'll
Throughout Stefano's reading of my note, with my torquoise sunglasses on, "so that no one can see him," the laughter that filled the room was amazing. Everyone was laughing so hard...including me. I get so embarrassed when I laugh hard in front of boys because my laugh is quite loud...and obnoxious, but in front of Stefano, I felt safe...so I let myself go and laughed harder than I did in a while at his thick Italian accent trying to read ever so hard the note in English. Stefano needs to be an actor. At the end of his act, I thought, "Gia's going to have sweet dreams tonight!" Sweet, funny boys are my favorite. :-)
The next night, Stefano taught me some Italian because I had an exam the next day butttttttttt I didn't do so hot on that exam because uh, well, I had trouble focusing, as you could imagine when a milky chocolate eyed Italian man is trying to teach you the language of love. Well, that night, I said I had to sleep so he walked me back to my room.
Okay, shut up right now everyone...I'm about to tell you something personal - sometimes, before bed, I watch puppies. They give me happy thoughts!! GUESS WHAT STEFANO DID...WATCHED PUPPIES WITH ME BEFORE BED. He also told me, "I want a puppy too but my momma won't let me get one because she says I will not take care of it and, she is right." They may seem simple but the way his voice sounds is what makes his sentences sound absolutely hilarious. The way he says, "Why?" is our favorite. "Sarah, why are you running???" His voice drags on, his pace is very slow...he doesn't like running, even though he LOVES futbol...typical. "Victoria, why do you drink so much wine????" "Magic Gioconda, why don't you wear any clothes?" That one came after my story about the maids who clean up our dorms. They kick us out of our room Wednesday mornings. One Wednesday, I wasn't ready. I sleep in my underwear and they opened the door and I JUMPED UPRIGHT with my blankets covering me and I tried so hard to communicate the fact that I had no pants on by saying, "NO PANTS," over and over again...they "no capisco" so I just opened the damn covers and showed them what "NO PANTS" meant and they IMMEDIATELY were like, "OH OH...WE COME BACK."
Oh sweet, funny boys...they're also dangerous. We'll see what happens. Keep the funny stories comin', Italy.
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