Am I Me? I feel as if there are now two Megans

One in Rupert. One in Italy. Maybe even one in Boise. I think right now I am the one in Italy. So I can tell you this.

Rocks. Burdens of rocks. The gravity is different in Italy. I feel like heavy rocks are set all over my body. The good news is that it only affects me when I am waking up. Or sitting down. They are so heavy that even my eyelids are unable to open. I think there is a name for it: jet lag.
There was no way I could sleep on the plane so I watched a lot of movies. That was good. I hated dropping something because I had to do acrobatics to pick it back up. But I finally got here after what seemed like two years. I recognized the oldest son and said "Tommy! Are you looking for me?" He helped me take stuff to the car. The first day with the family was awesome. I think me and the kids will get along--even if Tommy has a huge flair for drama "Papi I HAVE to drink this with dinner or I will DIE and I can't do my homework!" -- talking about carbonated water. Me no like.

I have already eaten the best pasta I have ever tasted. The mom's father made it. I mean he made the noodles. She added the zucchini and sausage and other stuff that was delicious. And the pizza. Holy cow. Amazing. So much better than Flatbread in Boise (but it is the best you guys will get so . . . keep eating there. Never surrender Bown Crossing to pride). The arrival and the meal gave me some adrenaline for a little while so I wasn't as sleepy. I walked after, so I was occupied then. They showed me how to work the TV and then got caught up in a movie so we relaxed. This is when the first gravity flux came. I was sitting there and then all of a sudden my head almost crashed into Gaia. Then, a few minutes later, Tommy was the next almost victim. My eyeballs went fuzzy and everything was heavy. The time would be about 8 am in America so at this point I had been awake through our night.

We played basketball (Tommy is in love with LeBron James). But they don't have a hoop. Or cement. So we played with a soccer ball and a garbage can. Again, it kept me awake for a while. Then I unpacked and showered and ate and finally it was 9:00 p.m. BEDBEDBEDBEDBEDBEDBED. I woke up at 11 this morning and the rocks came again. They almost got me to close my eyes and just respirate there for another 3 hours, but I overcame them because I was filled with urgency to get this first post out and tell you guys all about the gravity in Italy.

Here is my luggage (45 lbs for all of those who shared my luggage thoughts with me on facebook)

I think it is pretty dashing luggage, don't you?

These are signs the kids made. The first one was Tommy's ("I fail art.")

In conclusion I am here, I am safe, and I am full. I slept like a rock, literally because of all of them being pushed on top of me. (I hope all of you understand this is totally metaphorical so I guess it is not literally.)

Right now my computer is dying. I don't know when I will get an adaptor, so I might not be able to post for a while, but the next one will have pics about the incredible view from the house and garden. Thanks to everyone who is praying for me, thinking of me, and happy for me. I am feeling 100% confident and 100% terrified. But that was mostly on the plane, the terrified has dwindled significantly. But 200% of emotions is a lot to take in so I will end here . . . for now. Love you,

m.jean