When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie… you're in Italy.

This is the First of the three places Ive been most looking forward to. I fly into Sicily and take a bus from Trapini to Palermo with my jaw hanging open the entire way. Beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful, amazing, I think Im in love. The guy behinde me is really getting a kick out of this. Im like a little kid who has to pee, I cant sit still for a second. Im all over the place. Hes really sweet and points out things of interest, and we Italish our way through a conversation. Everyone here is really sweet actually. At least the men are. Except the guy Im supposed to be staying with. Hes pretty creepy. I know I need to find a new place. I explain my situation to bus boy over a beer with some of his friends and they agree that I cant stay there. Bus boy insists that I stay with him… i consider this but end up spending the night in a convent instead. This isnt entirely my choice, but it is where I end up, I dont know whats going on but I know that Im safe. The nuns dont speak English, I try asking about curfew and they bring me a glass of water, I ask about the bus and they make my bed and tuck me in. This is a sweet gesture but its only 7pm and Im not exactly tired.
Later I find some english speaking students who help me out and explain things to me. Everyone is so so so so so nice. Sicily is so lovely and I dont want to leave, but I have to opportunity to work as a nanny near Rome. They want me to start ASAP and I wouldnt mind a few extra Euros, so the next day Im on a train to Rome.

I plead temporary insanity. I forgot one important detail when I took on this nanny role… I dont like kids. She is two and a half, speaks five languges, has blond hair, big blue eyes and we got on just fine until I found myself dangling from a bedsheet out the second story window of a tuscan villa. Sounds like a story I made up, doesnt it? I didn^t.