A Casa (At Home)

(2001)

I am so NOT Julie Andrews.

So began my attempt to (quite clumsily) maneuver the strange world of being an international nanny.  I had so many questions!  How do I succeed in acting as a parental figure when I don’t actually have the authority?  What is my correct place as a pseudo-family member “slash” servant?  And, above all, how do I get this little girl to stop mourning the loss of her previous nanny?

It was not always a pretty picture.  To my dismay, I quickly realized that not only was I was ill-prepared for my role as a nanny, but nothing in my “Italian cultural lessons” had prepared me for the reality of living with a real, passionate and emotional Italian family.  I was overwhelmed, I was lonely, and as I shed many tears of frustrations,  I was seriously beginning to doubt if I was going to last the whole four months.

I spent the first few days chained to the house.  Though I had a two hour break after lunch (while Olivia took her afternoon nap) and my nights free, the reality check of my situation had left me wary of venturing too far outside of Villa La Scelta’s gates.  Then, one afternoon, it hit me.  In the gut.

I was in FLORENCE.  What in the WORLD was I doing STAYING IN THE HOUSE?

I had to get a grip.

Slowly, one afternoon or night at a time, I began to explore the city around me.  Down to Centro to marvel at the majestic Duomo, through the Uffizi and across the shops on Ponte Vecchio, climbing up to Piazzale Michelangelo and back down along the Arno.  Day by day, hour by hour, usually with a gelato in hand, I became intimately familiar with the city that was the birthplace of the modern Italian language, the Cradle of the Renaissance, and who had housed such great minds as da Vinci, Michelangelo, Galileo and Gucci.  I knew which street performers who would play nightly in the Piazza della Repubblica, the best vendors in San Lorenzo’s market and which pizzeria sold the best pizza “al forno legno.”

It did get better.  True, I wasn’t the perfect nanny.  The Ferrucci’s and I would always have our ups and downs.  Olivia would take a lot of time, stories and songs to warm up to me.  But, somehow, it didn’t matter.

Florence had become my home.

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About ciaobellamiastory

What do you do with that magical moment when everything makes sense - when all the random choices, experiences and encounters come together, and you find that rare instant of clairty? Then what do you do when it all falls apart? About 12 years ago I decided to take an Italian 101 course. That seemingly random choice has forever altered the path of my life. My strange connection with the language, culture and people of Italy started with love and joy and culminated with unexpected loss, grief and despair. While previously I was content to follow this unpredictable path, today I seek to understand the reasons and lessons behind my journey. My journey towards understanding begins here.
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