I was met by a scowling man who gave me a key and ushered me to my room. That was it. I cautiously made my way downstairs a couple hours later and made a tiny bit of space for my food in the overflowing family fridge, and found a dusty side-cupboard for my bread and things. In two weeks none of the family members ever spoke to me, and often left the room when I came in. I appreciate language issues: I've learned three languages, and I know how tough it can be, and I had no problem at all with there being no communication in English - that's fair enough. But a smile? Being shown where to put my food in the kitchen? a hello? This doesn't require a common language and is simple courtesy. The whole experience was awful, I felt like an unwanted and resented intruder in a family house for the duration of two weeks. Never again.