The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

It took me almost two hours for unpacking, and God only knows how the hell Ilaria was able to do the same in merely 45 minutes;she went out in the afternoon alongside Eleanor, Jill's sister (named by everyone there Nell) for patroling around, while as soon as I was done with my stuffs I lied over my bed.It's not that I was tired or something, I just wanted to get my head straight on, and savouring that moment... I wanted to think, even if then none of the thoughts I was having stayed enough defined in my mind to let me focuse it.
When we went downstairs to the first dinner together I got the sureness I would have lost more than just some weight due to my British staying, and that I would have missed all mum's tastey Mediterranean cooking.
From the very first time, the rule was given: we would have been allowed to speak only in English in face of the Dowlands, who have been amazing hosts to us, available and affable, but strict and demanding on this side, so they kept on talking with us using that look which tells " I do understand you're having a hard time" while at once their behaviour was the one of the inflexible teacher who knows there's no target approacheable without effort, no matter if our faces were showing our limit had been reached from a certain time already.
Luckily at night Ilaria and I were free to speak as we liked to, but especially the first week in London we were so destroyed that we used to fall asleep as soon as we had taken our flip flops off.
I was certain that thanx to that special "holiday" something in my life would have forever changed: well i was right.
By the way, it's not true at all that English people are pale, fair-haired and freckled: the more we were hangin out, the more people we met were getting further away from this archetype...Beautiful brunettes, boys with amberish skins, black deep Eastern eyes; but the hairdo was typical and uniform for the males, those hair I was tipped like "a pentolino", like a milk&coffee cup reversed, thousands of new mods or prime style Beatles were constantly walking around us. "Britons really love Beatles still! Look how everyone imitates them!"This was what we said at the beginning.
Not quite like that actually, but after all we were mistaken ourselves not that greatly...