Australia!!

I'm writing about Australia after having beed here for about a month and I love it! Especially where I live in Cairns, Queensland. It feels like El Salvador with the monsoon rains, the palm trees, and the heat! I love it. A gay medium in Milan once told me that I draw my strength from the sun, and I believe him.
And my host family, they are great! They are really nice to me and I have my own room and bathroom. So much better than the Italy situation. They feed me great food, I will never go hungry. And I tried Kangaroo! I haven't seen one yet, but I ate one. It was kinda rough, sort of like beef, but it had this distinct earthy taste. I told my sister it was good, but I don't think I'll be home and say, "Hmm, I'm thinking Kangaroo tonight, what do you say guys?" Of course all my cousins told me to make Kangaroo tacos. Mexicans. -_-
I got volunteer work fairly quickly at a Salvation Army right down the street from the neighbourhood where I live. I volunteered the same day I filled out my paperwork. I'm working on volunteering in more places, like with the Red Cross and Meals on Wheels. But the Red Cross has more paperwork than my college applications! I guess that just makes it legit. Anyway, I have an appointment with FNQ volunteers to see what opportunities they may have also. I want a little more variety, and all the dust from the Salvation Army, which I go through every time I'm there, makes me come home with a runny nose and sneezing. Not good.
My host family has two little girls: Charlotte who is 18 months, and Maddison who is 4 months, or around there. The dad is in defence, or the military, and the mom stays at home and works maybe one or two days a month, but her real work is here at home where she raises her beautiful little girls. I help out by cleaning so Rebecca can spend time with her girls, or I play with the girls so Rebecca can handle business. She's kinda OCD and a perfectionist, but that pushes me to be cleaner and more organised, which will definitely help in college. They give me a lot of flexibility which is great for my volunteer work, and I also babysit the girls once they are asleep at times so that Rebecca and her hubby can have a night out just the two of them. I think that is super important for their relationship, especially with the challenges that raising two little ones close in age, work, and home can present. And since I have like two friends other than my host family, I don't too much to do on weekend nights.
I did go out one Saturday in the pouring rain, but I thought, I've gone pub crawling in Rome, in a blizzard! This is nothing. So I went to the only Latin music spot in town, by myself. It was great music, and I was surprised to see the skill and talent the dancers had. There were about twenty people there and most weren't of Latino origin. Overall, I danced, mostly with myself, other than a few old men, and this really tall Brazilian guy who liked me a little too much. It was a good time, but I'm sure the scene is the same every weekend.
On another note, the first day my host family let me take out the car by myself. I went and hit another car. I thought the whole, steering wheel on the right, drive on the left was going to be a problem, but it wasn't. I had already arrived at my destination. I was parking! Not even parallel parking, just drive into the spot. And I measured it wrong and hit another car. I was going to the gym to try out a class, I needed to loose that Italy pizza weight, and it happened. I missed my class of course, and managed to catch the lady whose car I hit as she was leaving. I felt so stupid. I was going like five miles an hour. I felt terrible about going home to tell my host parents. And on top of that, I didn't even take tennis shoes for the gym. Not my day.
Luckily, my host parents were cool about it and didn't kick me out. I'm very grateful to them for being understanding and not kicking me out. It wasn't bad damage since it was a low speed collision, but when I told my cousins back home, they all laughed at me. It was kinda funny, so I laughed too.
Australia has been great so far, and I'm sure I'm really going to enjoy my time here. Aussie, Aussie, Aussie! Oye, Oye, Oye!!