I'm sitting in the airport (in florence) waiting for my flight to open up for check-in. Note to self, do not get to the airport so early. I have such severe before-trip and airport anxiety that I just can't wait to get here, and then I sit and wait....which doesn't make it any better. I can't stand the thought of missing a flight, though, and that is what brings me here so early.
I cannot wait for Germany. I have only been there once so far to visit and passed through on several occasions via a layover, but everyone who goes says it is a lovely place and from what I have seen, I concur. The Germans are so efficient and just have it together. I was reading an article a month or so ago about how they have yet again emerged as the leader in Europe, though this time, reluctant. The last two times they have been so powerful, things have ended in world wars. Not that it would happen again, but hence the reluctance.
And yet that is what impresses me about the country. They have been destroyed twice in the past 100 years and have rebuilt themselves to a place of beauty and prosperity. The Italians continue to pour their money into the german banks as proof that the Germans are really holding the EU together. Where everyone else can't seem to grasp or fix their awful economic situations, the Germans remain in the black and serve as an example for a well-run country. Silvio Burlesconi could certainly learn a thing or three from them.
Which is why I have no problem heading there and spending my Euro there. They are the ones helping to keep the Euro ahead of the Dollar and it is nice to know that when you're earning Euro.
Anyway, I can only hope that my flight leaves on time from Florence. Track record says it won't, but one can dream, right? And speaking of not being on time, just yesterday I received the package that my parents sent to me for Christmas...the one that was sent 12/9. That I got 20 days later. I know I also have a box from them sent earlier with birthday cards in it, and a couple of other mailings from some thoughtful others....post cards, Christmas cards and some Christmas DVD's that have yet to make it. I am not holding my breath for those at all, which is quite a bummer.
I am ready for the new year. 2011 has actually been great, but i am so excited for what 2012 will bring. In Germany, New Years is called Silvester. The big open-air party is set at the Brandenburg Gate and there are several concert stages, beer gardens, and fireworks at 8p and midnight. At least a million people turn up for the event and I hear it rivals Times Square. At some point in my life, I'll do New Years there and then I can truly compare.
The fact that I am in Italy and am able to visit the countries I've been to and have the possibility of seeing more reminds me of how lucky I have been this year. and the fact that I feel so close to family and am so far...and have made a little family of friends here in Florence is even better. Makes the world seem a little smaller some how.
I will be sure to take plenty of photos of Berlin. I want to see the Holocaust Museum, Checkpoint Charlie, and the other usual suspects. While I'm not so keen on the food, I am hoping to get a pretzel like we had in Munich - salt, butter and salami. So yum. I am, however, keen on German beer, which I know will be around to my heart's content. I'm ready to meet some new folks from around the world, and meet some Germans because they really know how to party! See you on the flip everyone!
12.30.2011
12.24.2011
breath of heaven
today has been such a treat. I unexpectedly worked only the morning of this Christmas eve so I am able to have a nice weekend off to myself and to celebrate with friends.
I have been having quite mixed emotions not only about Christmas, but about Italy in general, and my potential return here after the states in February.
Though I desperately wish I could be with my family right this second, with Champy sitting on my lap watching LoveActually, I love Christmas in Florence. It isn't overdone. It isn't commercialized. It is just simply Christmas and that seems to be it. Yes, there are lights and sales and people scattered everywhere with their hands full of bags (Zara seems to be most popular). But it is tasteful and it only started December 8, so I'm not sick of it.
On my way into town today, I stopped at this cute little shop I pass all the time called Le Zebre. I saw a hat in the window and realized I need a hat, so I went in to try it on. It was made for me, I tell you. But I love it most because it was made in the back of the shop by the woman who sold it to me...by hand...just as everything in the store is handmade. She also sells jewelry made by local artisans and I felt good about spending my money to directly support this nice lady in her beautiful efforts. I then wandered around my favorite stomping grounds, Piazza della Republica. I just love the carousel.
I headed then to Brittany's where we then proceed to have a lay day. Well, I napped and she made cookies. Best part of all though, I got to skype with my parents, David and Mrs. Holien (and Ziggy). There is nothing greater than seeing the faces and hearing the voices of those you love. It also reaffirmed my hate for the Italian postal service. Dad sent me something two weeks ago as did Alex. Niente. Moving on. It really made my day. Then after being lazy, we walked around a bit, had Chinese food, and now it's time for bed.
Technically it's Christmas as I write. I have never felt so un-Christmasy in my entire life, but I'm ok with it at the same time. Lynn told me that being away from your family on Christmas is part of growing up. In that case, growing up sucks :) But I have so many things to be thankful for this Christmas even though I am far from home. (and there is a crazy party going on in the hallway so I don't know when I'll get to bed).
I am glad to be here in Italy and have the chance to travel. I am lucky to have amazing parents and a smart, lovely little sister. I have friends who keep me close when I am far. I have new friends and old, education and potential, love and some liberty and that's pretty great. I come from a great country and have a beautiful place to which I can return. The stars shine for me at night, coffee here is next to godliness, and at this point, I have no regrets.
So it's a good Christmas. My sister and I listen to this every year...this little sound bit of Linus telling poor Charlie Brown what Christmas is all about....
Charlie Brown: Isn’t there anyone, who knows what Christmas is all about?!
Linus: Sure Charlie Brown, I can tell you what Christmas is all about. Lights please?
And there were in the same country shepherds, abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them! And they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, “Fear not! For, behold, I bring you tidings o great joy, which shall be to all my people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ, the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.” And suddenly, there was with the angel a multitude of the Heavenly Host praising God, and saying, “Glory to God in the Highest, and on Earth peace, and good will toward men. That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.
I leave you with a few photos I took of the city during thisnfestive time of year. Many Christmas blessings to you and yours this Christmas. Sending my love!
I have been having quite mixed emotions not only about Christmas, but about Italy in general, and my potential return here after the states in February.
Though I desperately wish I could be with my family right this second, with Champy sitting on my lap watching LoveActually, I love Christmas in Florence. It isn't overdone. It isn't commercialized. It is just simply Christmas and that seems to be it. Yes, there are lights and sales and people scattered everywhere with their hands full of bags (Zara seems to be most popular). But it is tasteful and it only started December 8, so I'm not sick of it.
On my way into town today, I stopped at this cute little shop I pass all the time called Le Zebre. I saw a hat in the window and realized I need a hat, so I went in to try it on. It was made for me, I tell you. But I love it most because it was made in the back of the shop by the woman who sold it to me...by hand...just as everything in the store is handmade. She also sells jewelry made by local artisans and I felt good about spending my money to directly support this nice lady in her beautiful efforts. I then wandered around my favorite stomping grounds, Piazza della Republica. I just love the carousel.
I headed then to Brittany's where we then proceed to have a lay day. Well, I napped and she made cookies. Best part of all though, I got to skype with my parents, David and Mrs. Holien (and Ziggy). There is nothing greater than seeing the faces and hearing the voices of those you love. It also reaffirmed my hate for the Italian postal service. Dad sent me something two weeks ago as did Alex. Niente. Moving on. It really made my day. Then after being lazy, we walked around a bit, had Chinese food, and now it's time for bed.
Technically it's Christmas as I write. I have never felt so un-Christmasy in my entire life, but I'm ok with it at the same time. Lynn told me that being away from your family on Christmas is part of growing up. In that case, growing up sucks :) But I have so many things to be thankful for this Christmas even though I am far from home. (and there is a crazy party going on in the hallway so I don't know when I'll get to bed).
I am glad to be here in Italy and have the chance to travel. I am lucky to have amazing parents and a smart, lovely little sister. I have friends who keep me close when I am far. I have new friends and old, education and potential, love and some liberty and that's pretty great. I come from a great country and have a beautiful place to which I can return. The stars shine for me at night, coffee here is next to godliness, and at this point, I have no regrets.
So it's a good Christmas. My sister and I listen to this every year...this little sound bit of Linus telling poor Charlie Brown what Christmas is all about....
Charlie Brown: Isn’t there anyone, who knows what Christmas is all about?!
Linus: Sure Charlie Brown, I can tell you what Christmas is all about. Lights please?
And there were in the same country shepherds, abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them! And they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, “Fear not! For, behold, I bring you tidings o great joy, which shall be to all my people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ, the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.” And suddenly, there was with the angel a multitude of the Heavenly Host praising God, and saying, “Glory to God in the Highest, and on Earth peace, and good will toward men. That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.
I leave you with a few photos I took of the city during thisnfestive time of year. Many Christmas blessings to you and yours this Christmas. Sending my love!
12.20.2011
tanti auguri
I hate to admit it, but 27 feels pretty good. I had a wonderful weekend of birthday celebrations on both Friday and Saturday night.
On Friday night I went to dinner with Katie and Brittany at this wonderful restaurant called La Trattoria Casalinga. Phenomenal. We had toscani misti, which are small pieces of bread with bruschetta, chicken liver pate, pumpkin something or other and white beans. We ordered several of those. Then we all had our main courses. My roast beef was fantastic. After sharing a bottle of prosecco, we began in on the red wine. Afterward, we headed to Piazza Santo Spirito to a bar called Volume. Fortunately for us, the rain had stopped. It had been raining the entire week prior and I swear it was just like Seattle.
At dinner on Friday night, we kept talking about the Italian culture we experience on a daily basis and how, well, sometimes backwards it would seem if it were transplanted In America. The order of courses....bread and salad last with pasta first....it merely for digestion. Italians are obsessed with digestion. Often they will have cocacola on the table, not for the sake of drinking pop, but for digestion. It is part of the reason for coffee following lunch and dinner. Then they are always wearing socks, even if it's with flip flops. I remember they thought I was strange for wearing them about....now I know why.
On Saturday night, I went to sushi with Brittany, Apryl and Natalia. I haven't had sushi in months and I forgot how great it is! By Seattle standards probably mediocre but for me it was fantastic. We taxied to my favorite bar, Sei Divino where I met the rest of my friends. We had a fabulous time there as well, though somewhere in the shuffle I lost my scarf :( Without the cloud cover from the rain, Florence finally feels what December should feel like - bitter cold.
Yesterday I didn't do anything special but after such a fun weekend, it was nice to be around the house and relax. the numerous Facebook messages and emails were so wonderful to get and without Facebook reminding everyone about birthdays, we'd actually have to utilize a calendar.
On Wednesday night I am going to the Nutcracker at Teatro Verdi. I haven't been in years upon years so I am excited. On Christmas Eve we will be at a party in Bologna. For Christmas I'll be with Katie and Brittany, among other expat folks.
Thanks again for the tanti auguri (happy birthday, but many greetings/hopes literally). That's a translation I love.
On Friday night I went to dinner with Katie and Brittany at this wonderful restaurant called La Trattoria Casalinga. Phenomenal. We had toscani misti, which are small pieces of bread with bruschetta, chicken liver pate, pumpkin something or other and white beans. We ordered several of those. Then we all had our main courses. My roast beef was fantastic. After sharing a bottle of prosecco, we began in on the red wine. Afterward, we headed to Piazza Santo Spirito to a bar called Volume. Fortunately for us, the rain had stopped. It had been raining the entire week prior and I swear it was just like Seattle.
At dinner on Friday night, we kept talking about the Italian culture we experience on a daily basis and how, well, sometimes backwards it would seem if it were transplanted In America. The order of courses....bread and salad last with pasta first....it merely for digestion. Italians are obsessed with digestion. Often they will have cocacola on the table, not for the sake of drinking pop, but for digestion. It is part of the reason for coffee following lunch and dinner. Then they are always wearing socks, even if it's with flip flops. I remember they thought I was strange for wearing them about....now I know why.
On Saturday night, I went to sushi with Brittany, Apryl and Natalia. I haven't had sushi in months and I forgot how great it is! By Seattle standards probably mediocre but for me it was fantastic. We taxied to my favorite bar, Sei Divino where I met the rest of my friends. We had a fabulous time there as well, though somewhere in the shuffle I lost my scarf :( Without the cloud cover from the rain, Florence finally feels what December should feel like - bitter cold.
Yesterday I didn't do anything special but after such a fun weekend, it was nice to be around the house and relax. the numerous Facebook messages and emails were so wonderful to get and without Facebook reminding everyone about birthdays, we'd actually have to utilize a calendar.
On Wednesday night I am going to the Nutcracker at Teatro Verdi. I haven't been in years upon years so I am excited. On Christmas Eve we will be at a party in Bologna. For Christmas I'll be with Katie and Brittany, among other expat folks.
Thanks again for the tanti auguri (happy birthday, but many greetings/hopes literally). That's a translation I love.
12.14.2011
winter update
I haven't blogged in a bit because I haven't felt much like writing. I've been busy busy and having fun as Christmas soon approaches.
I have mainly been working and then out with friends on the weekend. Ever since I came back from Madrid I've been counting down the days until I leave to celebrate New Years! I have seen some new sites in Florence and had mulled wine at the Christmas market.
My birthday is Monday, so my friend Brittany and I are celebrating together with our friends on Saturday night because her birthday is this Friday. We are going to a great wine bar called Sei Divino (meaning you're divine). They have a great apperitivo....similar to a happy hour. You buy one drink and you are able to eat from their plates of salami sandwiches and other yummy bites of food. I love apperitivo.
I have been attempting to send my family their Christmas gift but I'm scared to brave the post office. That, and I really, really do not trust Italian mail. I have had one thing lost on it's way to me and when I have asked some people where the post office is, they look at me like I'm crazy. The post is much like the culture...slow, laid back and late (which I mean in a good way in relation to the culture. In relation to mail, this is awful). So. Mom and Dad, you'll have a late Christmas gift but it's authentically Italian and I know you'll love it.
Today I also made Three new friends...one being a dog sitter who is from Michigan named Susan and the two dogs she was dog sitting....Agnes and Lucy....two lovely and hyper boxers. She is fifty something and from Michigan and has lived here for ten years off and on. Anyway, I was much more interested in Agnes and Lucy anyway. Agnes is the mother of Lucy and looks just like my Liz. Lucy is skinny and spry; she immediately jumped up and put her paws on my shoulders which I have discovered is a trait of the boxer. Susan and I discussed how they get very offended and pout for a bit and then ask for forgiveness a good ten minutes later. Liz has been known to pout. As far as thinking they're human and literally attempting to either jump into your arms or sit on your lap, well, thats my Champy in a nutshell. Regardless of the fact that he weighs in at a whopping 105 pounds.
Anyway, I get my dog fix on a daily basis with little Lola who is growing like a weed and is cute as a button and naughty to boot. She is getting so much better at not biting but I know better than to leave my shoes around. Champ chewed up my black heels once. She is so excited to see us everyday and she plays with the kids so well. I wasn't sure what I'd think of a German Shepard but I think she's a complete doll.
Oh, and I watched The Goonies on Saturday in italian but found myself knowing all the words and then understanding so much. That movie will always be my favorite. I am headed to bed though; the rain for three days straight has made me sleepy and I'm especially tired after walking to and from the center today in the rain. But my Northface rain jacket was the most perfect investment.
From Friday night.
From the Christmas market in Santa Croce.
I have mainly been working and then out with friends on the weekend. Ever since I came back from Madrid I've been counting down the days until I leave to celebrate New Years! I have seen some new sites in Florence and had mulled wine at the Christmas market.
My birthday is Monday, so my friend Brittany and I are celebrating together with our friends on Saturday night because her birthday is this Friday. We are going to a great wine bar called Sei Divino (meaning you're divine). They have a great apperitivo....similar to a happy hour. You buy one drink and you are able to eat from their plates of salami sandwiches and other yummy bites of food. I love apperitivo.
I have been attempting to send my family their Christmas gift but I'm scared to brave the post office. That, and I really, really do not trust Italian mail. I have had one thing lost on it's way to me and when I have asked some people where the post office is, they look at me like I'm crazy. The post is much like the culture...slow, laid back and late (which I mean in a good way in relation to the culture. In relation to mail, this is awful). So. Mom and Dad, you'll have a late Christmas gift but it's authentically Italian and I know you'll love it.
Today I also made Three new friends...one being a dog sitter who is from Michigan named Susan and the two dogs she was dog sitting....Agnes and Lucy....two lovely and hyper boxers. She is fifty something and from Michigan and has lived here for ten years off and on. Anyway, I was much more interested in Agnes and Lucy anyway. Agnes is the mother of Lucy and looks just like my Liz. Lucy is skinny and spry; she immediately jumped up and put her paws on my shoulders which I have discovered is a trait of the boxer. Susan and I discussed how they get very offended and pout for a bit and then ask for forgiveness a good ten minutes later. Liz has been known to pout. As far as thinking they're human and literally attempting to either jump into your arms or sit on your lap, well, thats my Champy in a nutshell. Regardless of the fact that he weighs in at a whopping 105 pounds.
Anyway, I get my dog fix on a daily basis with little Lola who is growing like a weed and is cute as a button and naughty to boot. She is getting so much better at not biting but I know better than to leave my shoes around. Champ chewed up my black heels once. She is so excited to see us everyday and she plays with the kids so well. I wasn't sure what I'd think of a German Shepard but I think she's a complete doll.
Oh, and I watched The Goonies on Saturday in italian but found myself knowing all the words and then understanding so much. That movie will always be my favorite. I am headed to bed though; the rain for three days straight has made me sleepy and I'm especially tired after walking to and from the center today in the rain. But my Northface rain jacket was the most perfect investment.
From Friday night.
From the Christmas market in Santa Croce.
12.03.2011
blink a bright red and green
Well, I have just had the best day in Florence to date. I haven't done much, but it's just been a treat.
I started the morning by sleeping in. That is a luxury I don't often have. I finished my book and then took a leisurely walk into town. The sun was out and it WA surprisingly warm for December 3. Unseasonably I would say.
I headed into Piazza Santa Croce for the Christmas Market. It runs here from end of November until just before Christmas. I wandered, looking at the ornaments, the mainly Bavarian food and even heard Mariah Carey singing O Holy Night in one of the stalls. I Met my friend Andrew later and we each had a cup of mulled wine. Christmas in a cup. So good.
I wandered around for a while longer. I mapped out some vintage stores that I wanted to go to and there are a ton in Florence. And they are all fabulous, and some are more expensive than some department stores because they have things like vintage couture Dior fur coats and Feragammo shoes and scarves. I had fun looking at everything though.
I stopped for coffee and then headed back into Piazza San Felice where my friend Brittany works. We chatted while she was working and I was drinking Prosecco and it was great to catch up with her. Andrew met us there and he met her too and then we went to more vintage shops. After being in one store that looked like the goodwill bins on speed, we realized it was downpouring outside. Sudden change in weather. I bought a vintage umbrella for 8 euro and then walked around again.
We have all made plans for Christmas day which makes me feel content. We are also celebrating her and my birthdays together, which is perfect. This is perfect because I hate throwing a party for myself and have severe party anxiety, and because I am in denial that I will be 27. What?
The rain has made me happy and I am excited for what is to come. I love my new umbrella and my friends, and I still am in awe of the beauty of this city. Thanksgiving may be over, but I am so thankful to be here and to be living this life.
December 8 is a holiday here which marks the beginning of the Christmas season. I can't wait to see all the city Christmas lights on and have it feel like Christmas. There is an ice skating rink in a nearby piazza so that will be something to try too. Now all I need is to watch LoveActually or Christmas Vacation and I'll be set. Pictures to follow.
I started the morning by sleeping in. That is a luxury I don't often have. I finished my book and then took a leisurely walk into town. The sun was out and it WA surprisingly warm for December 3. Unseasonably I would say.
I headed into Piazza Santa Croce for the Christmas Market. It runs here from end of November until just before Christmas. I wandered, looking at the ornaments, the mainly Bavarian food and even heard Mariah Carey singing O Holy Night in one of the stalls. I Met my friend Andrew later and we each had a cup of mulled wine. Christmas in a cup. So good.
I wandered around for a while longer. I mapped out some vintage stores that I wanted to go to and there are a ton in Florence. And they are all fabulous, and some are more expensive than some department stores because they have things like vintage couture Dior fur coats and Feragammo shoes and scarves. I had fun looking at everything though.
I stopped for coffee and then headed back into Piazza San Felice where my friend Brittany works. We chatted while she was working and I was drinking Prosecco and it was great to catch up with her. Andrew met us there and he met her too and then we went to more vintage shops. After being in one store that looked like the goodwill bins on speed, we realized it was downpouring outside. Sudden change in weather. I bought a vintage umbrella for 8 euro and then walked around again.
We have all made plans for Christmas day which makes me feel content. We are also celebrating her and my birthdays together, which is perfect. This is perfect because I hate throwing a party for myself and have severe party anxiety, and because I am in denial that I will be 27. What?
The rain has made me happy and I am excited for what is to come. I love my new umbrella and my friends, and I still am in awe of the beauty of this city. Thanksgiving may be over, but I am so thankful to be here and to be living this life.
December 8 is a holiday here which marks the beginning of the Christmas season. I can't wait to see all the city Christmas lights on and have it feel like Christmas. There is an ice skating rink in a nearby piazza so that will be something to try too. Now all I need is to watch LoveActually or Christmas Vacation and I'll be set. Pictures to follow.
12.01.2011
grown up Christmas list
yesterday I wrote letters to Santa with both Ale and Benny. It was hilarious because Ale had no idea what we were doing so he just scribbled on a piece if paper for a while and then asked me to draw an apple. I asked him if he wanted cars from Santa and he merely nodded and went about his business of coloring more on his fingers and the table than the paper.
Benny, though, was a different story. I think she has reached the point where she wants presents and asks for them all the time. She just had a huge birthday party and since then, she seems to be a different kid. She is much more behaved and likes to talk about how things are hers and won't let her brother play with them (and rightfully so, he breaks everything).
We went on and on with what she wanted. I just had to smile at the list consisting of hello kitty stickers, hello kitty photo album to hold the stickers, and a hello kitty umbrella and boots. So, we shall see what Babbo Natale brings her way this year. Any coloring book or puzzle is a friend to me and I gladly welcome them.
I also wrote a Christmas list, as a joke and I couldn't help remembering cutting stuff out of the target flier and gluing them to paper as a Christmas list. I cut everything out! (or maybe that was Lexi and my memory fails me). Regardless, it's insane how much we want and how much we actually need.
That was part of my reason for coming here, or wanting to come here. I was so caught up in material things living in a place where things can define who you are if you let them. It's nice to have a break from that. I went shopping for the first time yesterday. And by shopping, I mean I was looking for a New Years dress and bought my parents a Christmas present and that was my purpose. Found many prospective dress options and found a Christmas present. I even bought myself a small present and when the lady started to gift wrap it, I didn't stop her. I am leaving it wrapped to open on Christmas so I have something to open. And I'll have to wait for my pretty leather treat!
Anyway, as for what is on my Christmas list....I don't have much. These lists of wants diminish when we grow up, because we can buy things for ourselves at will when we make more than $6 an hour for nine hours a week like in college. But I'd love to wake up on Christmas morning to eat some of my dad's pancakes and German sausage, and then sample some million dollar fudge and smile cookies. And then sniffle with champy, of course. Otherwise, I'm content.
Benny, though, was a different story. I think she has reached the point where she wants presents and asks for them all the time. She just had a huge birthday party and since then, she seems to be a different kid. She is much more behaved and likes to talk about how things are hers and won't let her brother play with them (and rightfully so, he breaks everything).
We went on and on with what she wanted. I just had to smile at the list consisting of hello kitty stickers, hello kitty photo album to hold the stickers, and a hello kitty umbrella and boots. So, we shall see what Babbo Natale brings her way this year. Any coloring book or puzzle is a friend to me and I gladly welcome them.
I also wrote a Christmas list, as a joke and I couldn't help remembering cutting stuff out of the target flier and gluing them to paper as a Christmas list. I cut everything out! (or maybe that was Lexi and my memory fails me). Regardless, it's insane how much we want and how much we actually need.
That was part of my reason for coming here, or wanting to come here. I was so caught up in material things living in a place where things can define who you are if you let them. It's nice to have a break from that. I went shopping for the first time yesterday. And by shopping, I mean I was looking for a New Years dress and bought my parents a Christmas present and that was my purpose. Found many prospective dress options and found a Christmas present. I even bought myself a small present and when the lady started to gift wrap it, I didn't stop her. I am leaving it wrapped to open on Christmas so I have something to open. And I'll have to wait for my pretty leather treat!
Anyway, as for what is on my Christmas list....I don't have much. These lists of wants diminish when we grow up, because we can buy things for ourselves at will when we make more than $6 an hour for nine hours a week like in college. But I'd love to wake up on Christmas morning to eat some of my dad's pancakes and German sausage, and then sample some million dollar fudge and smile cookies. And then sniffle with champy, of course. Otherwise, I'm content.
11.30.2011
Madrid
I'm just getting back into the swing of things after a few days off in Madrid. I had a wonderful time seeing Jessica and meeting her friends. She was a great host and I definitely needed the weekend away. It's so hard to get back into a groove here, that's for sure. Each weekend away is such a tease and I wish I could travel for several straight weeks and not plan so much in advance. I met some travelers in Naples who were planning as they went and really going wherever the wind took them. Sigh. Heaven!
We spent some time in the kitchen and wandering around the city. They city full of six million. The city that truly isn't sleeping, ever. When I was waiting for the bus/taxi on Sunday morning, it was 5:30am and there were people everywhere. There were also taxis everywhere, to my delight, because I was nervous about not being able to find one.
Thanksgiving was spent in the airport but we made up for it on Friday. Gad I was nowhere near the pepper spraying Wal Mart and Black Friday madness. I did get my Starbucks fix, complete with a red cup, and to-go! Finally. I love a giant hazelnut latte, though the coffee in Italy really is unmatched.
For now, I will attempt to make December awesome. I have a birthday coming up that I am not necessarily looking forward to, and then there is Christmas. I'm thinking of heading to Rome. But then comes 2012....I can't believe this year got away from me so fast.
Happy Birthday to my awesome Dad! And welcome to December.
We spent some time in the kitchen and wandering around the city. They city full of six million. The city that truly isn't sleeping, ever. When I was waiting for the bus/taxi on Sunday morning, it was 5:30am and there were people everywhere. There were also taxis everywhere, to my delight, because I was nervous about not being able to find one.
Thanksgiving was spent in the airport but we made up for it on Friday. Gad I was nowhere near the pepper spraying Wal Mart and Black Friday madness. I did get my Starbucks fix, complete with a red cup, and to-go! Finally. I love a giant hazelnut latte, though the coffee in Italy really is unmatched.
For now, I will attempt to make December awesome. I have a birthday coming up that I am not necessarily looking forward to, and then there is Christmas. I'm thinking of heading to Rome. But then comes 2012....I can't believe this year got away from me so fast.
Happy Birthday to my awesome Dad! And welcome to December.
11.24.2011
holiday travel
A song doesn't come to mind at the present moment for a blog title, as I am beyond frustrated with another delayed flight out of Italy. I only complain for a brief moment because it is thanksgiving and I have much to be thankful for. However, I will now miss my connection to Madrid and thus today's plans are mostly shot.
I despise arriving to a destination unknown at night. Out the window the fact that cities are more dangerous by night. But it's the worst getting off the plane and stepping out into a new place faced with the dark. I am never able to get my sense of bearing or direction, especially when it takes me forever to do that very thing in places most familiar.
Sigh. Happy Thanksgiving regardless. I am not upset by any means, just preparing myself for some serious sitting. As I reflect on thanksgivings past, I do not recall a Thursday at hasn't been filled with travel, stress and add in a chance (or the reality) of snow. And so I think I will make it a tradition. Today: travel, stress, but a clear, sunny day marked with the promise of some fun and new friends.
I remember two years ago, sitting in the Seattle airport, all ready to go home for Christmas, and thinking I was free and clear because my flight was still on time despite the crazy amounts of snow in the state. I got a call from dad saying my flight was cancelled. In a matter of minutes I went from happy to a sobbing mess at the customer service counter, faced with the possibility I wouldn't make it home for Christmas. Well I made it, and the tears didn't help. So I no longer let these things upset me....but I will require more wine when I finally arrive.
All my Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays have always been surrounded by black Friday and work. I am glad and thankful to not be anywhere near that this year. Though I will miss my family and the food this day, I am also thankful to be where I am....even if it's sitting in the airport.
As an update, it is now the time of my connecting flint and I have yet to leave Italy. This is quite the dejavu from when I flew to this fair country. Mamma mia. They kindly switched my flight though, now through Frankfurt, so I do not have to worry about a missed connection. Sooner or later I will end up where I am supposed to be!
Another update. 5€ later and I have an hour of Internet while waiting for my flight. Thank you T Mobile for ripping me off, but for also letting me pass the time via Facebook. Solitaire was getting old. Hasta Leugo!
I despise arriving to a destination unknown at night. Out the window the fact that cities are more dangerous by night. But it's the worst getting off the plane and stepping out into a new place faced with the dark. I am never able to get my sense of bearing or direction, especially when it takes me forever to do that very thing in places most familiar.
Sigh. Happy Thanksgiving regardless. I am not upset by any means, just preparing myself for some serious sitting. As I reflect on thanksgivings past, I do not recall a Thursday at hasn't been filled with travel, stress and add in a chance (or the reality) of snow. And so I think I will make it a tradition. Today: travel, stress, but a clear, sunny day marked with the promise of some fun and new friends.
I remember two years ago, sitting in the Seattle airport, all ready to go home for Christmas, and thinking I was free and clear because my flight was still on time despite the crazy amounts of snow in the state. I got a call from dad saying my flight was cancelled. In a matter of minutes I went from happy to a sobbing mess at the customer service counter, faced with the possibility I wouldn't make it home for Christmas. Well I made it, and the tears didn't help. So I no longer let these things upset me....but I will require more wine when I finally arrive.
All my Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays have always been surrounded by black Friday and work. I am glad and thankful to not be anywhere near that this year. Though I will miss my family and the food this day, I am also thankful to be where I am....even if it's sitting in the airport.
As an update, it is now the time of my connecting flint and I have yet to leave Italy. This is quite the dejavu from when I flew to this fair country. Mamma mia. They kindly switched my flight though, now through Frankfurt, so I do not have to worry about a missed connection. Sooner or later I will end up where I am supposed to be!
Another update. 5€ later and I have an hour of Internet while waiting for my flight. Thank you T Mobile for ripping me off, but for also letting me pass the time via Facebook. Solitaire was getting old. Hasta Leugo!
with ten thousand beside
Monday dawned brisk and not as sunny as it has been. Turns out it's autumn, I said to myself as I pried myself out of my warm bed this morning. My little room is just the right amount of toasty and though my bed could stand for some more padding, I can't complain.
I know these next three days are going to be long and I am trying to really not thing about the fact that I am not going home for thanksgiving. I have had one thanksgiving away and I was with my wonderful aunt and uncle and his family, so I was just as happy. So this year will be weird, but a different kind of wonderful I am sure.
I head to Madrid on thanksgiving day to spend four days with Jessica there. I am quite excited for many reasons, especially though to be around someone as close to family as you can get when you're across the world. I am also selfishly excited to see another country and hear another language, to eat tapas and drink more amazing wine, and to experience and share thanksgiving with those who have no real notion what thanksgiving is all about.
Today was already a tough morning....apparently four year olds still throw fits just as bad as when they were three. I swear to you, these children are raised sans discipline. Anyway. Ale and I were eating a peaceful lunch when the gate bell sounded a few times. In my frustration that the housekeeper wouldn't answer e bell and that I was trying to feed a very hungry two year old, I answered it anyway. Then I realized this visitor was at the front gate which is not typical and then I also realized Mom told me to expect a package. I sprang to my feet.....snail mail at any time makes my day like Christmas.
Indeed, a package from the fam. A note from Dad, Mom and Lexi. Some trail mix, dark chocolate covered edamame, and a warm scarf. But then I started to lose it when I saw what my sister had made especially for me and sent my way. On her Mac, she made me a calendar with all sorts of family photos. She clearly spent so much time selecting and placing photos. Those familiar I'm sure know that you can put photos on the days, so my family's birthdays are marked, as well as many of my friends, and of course, Liz and Champ.
Ale looked at me as I got all emotional and he said, "Lala?" which is his name for me. He was clearly concerned, which made it even more sweet. We sat at the table and I showed him my family and friends and he loved looking at pictures of Champ's fat face. He also loved the pictures of O'Shea, who he thinks is a baby.
It was such a thoughtful and perfect gift and I again am reminded at how blessed I am to have such a caring family and lovely friends. xoxo
I know these next three days are going to be long and I am trying to really not thing about the fact that I am not going home for thanksgiving. I have had one thanksgiving away and I was with my wonderful aunt and uncle and his family, so I was just as happy. So this year will be weird, but a different kind of wonderful I am sure.
I head to Madrid on thanksgiving day to spend four days with Jessica there. I am quite excited for many reasons, especially though to be around someone as close to family as you can get when you're across the world. I am also selfishly excited to see another country and hear another language, to eat tapas and drink more amazing wine, and to experience and share thanksgiving with those who have no real notion what thanksgiving is all about.
Today was already a tough morning....apparently four year olds still throw fits just as bad as when they were three. I swear to you, these children are raised sans discipline. Anyway. Ale and I were eating a peaceful lunch when the gate bell sounded a few times. In my frustration that the housekeeper wouldn't answer e bell and that I was trying to feed a very hungry two year old, I answered it anyway. Then I realized this visitor was at the front gate which is not typical and then I also realized Mom told me to expect a package. I sprang to my feet.....snail mail at any time makes my day like Christmas.
Indeed, a package from the fam. A note from Dad, Mom and Lexi. Some trail mix, dark chocolate covered edamame, and a warm scarf. But then I started to lose it when I saw what my sister had made especially for me and sent my way. On her Mac, she made me a calendar with all sorts of family photos. She clearly spent so much time selecting and placing photos. Those familiar I'm sure know that you can put photos on the days, so my family's birthdays are marked, as well as many of my friends, and of course, Liz and Champ.
Ale looked at me as I got all emotional and he said, "Lala?" which is his name for me. He was clearly concerned, which made it even more sweet. We sat at the table and I showed him my family and friends and he loved looking at pictures of Champ's fat face. He also loved the pictures of O'Shea, who he thinks is a baby.
It was such a thoughtful and perfect gift and I again am reminded at how blessed I am to have such a caring family and lovely friends. xoxo
11.18.2011
it's root, root, root for the home team
(from Monday) I'm sitting here at Elena's tennis lesson and the kids are awful at tennis. Its quite comical actually. In more ways than one. Being 10, I can't imagine playing tennis, but that's because I never formally played. But I have to say, it brings back the memories of sports practices throughout the years and I am sitting up here from the viewing porch laughing aloud all by myself.
First, they aren't strong enough. Second, they are laughing through their drills. I have more than one distinct memory of getting a fit of giggles during a drill of some sort and not being able to stop....which probably resulted in laps or lines or something running-related. God, the ultimate punishment. Running. Be it laps, lines, or bases, running as punishment was the worst.
I remember waking up early on Saturday mornings for years. Soccer games in the rain, softball in the scorching heat, and the awful sweaty smell of the gym. But that's what we all did and had a blast doing it. It's hard to not have these memories conjured up while watching drills and practices, and now I want a tennis lesson.
BTW...in the little clubhouse connected to the tennis courts, is a kitchen. The cook makes fresh crepes with nutella, fresh crostatas and have hot water ready for tea. I drank my Earl grey with honey and milk while watching the remainder of the tennis practice. The fall day is beautiful here - yellow leaves an the sun shining. I actually think I got a sun burn. This here kitchen puts to shame any and all rice krispie treats, orange slices and capri suns had after a soccer game.
First, they aren't strong enough. Second, they are laughing through their drills. I have more than one distinct memory of getting a fit of giggles during a drill of some sort and not being able to stop....which probably resulted in laps or lines or something running-related. God, the ultimate punishment. Running. Be it laps, lines, or bases, running as punishment was the worst.
I remember waking up early on Saturday mornings for years. Soccer games in the rain, softball in the scorching heat, and the awful sweaty smell of the gym. But that's what we all did and had a blast doing it. It's hard to not have these memories conjured up while watching drills and practices, and now I want a tennis lesson.
BTW...in the little clubhouse connected to the tennis courts, is a kitchen. The cook makes fresh crepes with nutella, fresh crostatas and have hot water ready for tea. I drank my Earl grey with honey and milk while watching the remainder of the tennis practice. The fall day is beautiful here - yellow leaves an the sun shining. I actually think I got a sun burn. This here kitchen puts to shame any and all rice krispie treats, orange slices and capri suns had after a soccer game.
back to december
(this is from sunday... My internet hasn't worked in a bit)It's crazy to me that December is right around the corner. I really can't believe it.
I had tentative plans with myself to go to Siena this Saturday but I just couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. I think this is the first Saturday where I've slept in and had a truly lazy day. I felt bad at first and as soon as my nap settled on, I no longer felt bad. I needed a day to rest.
However, I did meet some friends and new people on Saturday night. One of the other Au pairs, megan from London, invited a bunch of people to dinner to celebrate her birthday. We all met at a small restaurant in some piazza called Semolina. I could tell I was going to like this place when the man who greeted me at the door looked straight out of the movie lady and the tramp. You know, the one who feeds them the spaghetti and sings Bella Notte. I digress.
The meal and company were wonderful. The waitress brought us prosecco right away...a sparkling white wine that is just the right amount of sweet and dry. Then we order appetizers. On two giant wooden boards, came bruschetta, salami, bologna, chicken liver pate on toast, and balls of mozzarella. First, the bologna was so good and I have nightmares from looking at Oscar Meyer. And if you've never had chicken liver pate, then you my friends, are missing out. It's served hot on toast and it typical fare in Tuscany.
After that, we had our first plate which was pasta in our case. We had taglitelle with a mushroom sauce and chunks of meaty mushrooms. There was also an angel hair with clams. Throughout, we had jugs of red and white wine passed throughout the table.
For our second plate, some of us who were too full had bites of others' food. Some of the boys got a steak, and it came out on another wooden board, red and bones sticking out everywhere. It was enormous and they had to hack at it to get it apart. But so so delicious. Megan had this tuna filet which was lightly breaded and seasoned and seared to perfection. I have not had better tuna.
We finished with bites of dessert...chocolate cake, cheesecake made with yogurt, marzipan something or other and of course, coffee and limonecello.
What I loved most about this meal - save the great diversity of people and conversation - was how we went about eating it. We arrived at eight and didn't leave until half past midnight. It took us that long to eat and it was wonderful. For all the food we had, I didn't feel sick to my stomach from being too full. These courses came out slowly by slowly so you can breathe. I would take any visitor to this restaurant...it's one of the better ones I've been to in Florence. I am sure there are many quite like it, but because it's off the beaten path, it just seemed to be better.
Salute to delicious wine, food and friends!
I had tentative plans with myself to go to Siena this Saturday but I just couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. I think this is the first Saturday where I've slept in and had a truly lazy day. I felt bad at first and as soon as my nap settled on, I no longer felt bad. I needed a day to rest.
However, I did meet some friends and new people on Saturday night. One of the other Au pairs, megan from London, invited a bunch of people to dinner to celebrate her birthday. We all met at a small restaurant in some piazza called Semolina. I could tell I was going to like this place when the man who greeted me at the door looked straight out of the movie lady and the tramp. You know, the one who feeds them the spaghetti and sings Bella Notte. I digress.
The meal and company were wonderful. The waitress brought us prosecco right away...a sparkling white wine that is just the right amount of sweet and dry. Then we order appetizers. On two giant wooden boards, came bruschetta, salami, bologna, chicken liver pate on toast, and balls of mozzarella. First, the bologna was so good and I have nightmares from looking at Oscar Meyer. And if you've never had chicken liver pate, then you my friends, are missing out. It's served hot on toast and it typical fare in Tuscany.
After that, we had our first plate which was pasta in our case. We had taglitelle with a mushroom sauce and chunks of meaty mushrooms. There was also an angel hair with clams. Throughout, we had jugs of red and white wine passed throughout the table.
For our second plate, some of us who were too full had bites of others' food. Some of the boys got a steak, and it came out on another wooden board, red and bones sticking out everywhere. It was enormous and they had to hack at it to get it apart. But so so delicious. Megan had this tuna filet which was lightly breaded and seasoned and seared to perfection. I have not had better tuna.
We finished with bites of dessert...chocolate cake, cheesecake made with yogurt, marzipan something or other and of course, coffee and limonecello.
What I loved most about this meal - save the great diversity of people and conversation - was how we went about eating it. We arrived at eight and didn't leave until half past midnight. It took us that long to eat and it was wonderful. For all the food we had, I didn't feel sick to my stomach from being too full. These courses came out slowly by slowly so you can breathe. I would take any visitor to this restaurant...it's one of the better ones I've been to in Florence. I am sure there are many quite like it, but because it's off the beaten path, it just seemed to be better.
Salute to delicious wine, food and friends!
11.09.2011
feels like home to me
Last weekend was spent in Napoli. It's a three hour fast train ride from Florence and a great one at that. The train is really nice and it's super speedy.
Everyone wanted me before I left to clutch onto my things with all my might, as Naples isn't safe. While I felt that touch of sleaziness around the train station here and there, I felt evermore the tourist holding onto my purse for dear life. But somewhere in between, I never was in danger, nor were my things.
My Aunt Anna who lives in Rome told me once that Naples is her heart. So, I was extremely curious to see what the hype was about :) Right away, I noticed a difference in this city compared to all other parts of Italy. Several differences. First, it's filthy. There aren't garbage cans anywhere along the street, so the street is where you put your rubbish. That or carry it. It doesn't smell bad though, the salty sea air blows it away for the most part. Second, the traffic is bad and it doesn't stop. And everyone honks. In the main city center of Florence, it's essentially pedestrian only. The traffic is on the outer streets and there isn't as much honking. Florence is quiet. Naples, not so much. Also, they don't pay attention to much of any traffic laws. We found that if you just step into a crosswalk, just keep on walking. If you stop and hesitate, they have to as well and that's when they honk at you. It's quite a rush, this crossing the street.
Besides those things, I fell in love with Naples and felt at home. This place is so real and raw I tell you. From the markets to the palaces to the sea spray, it's so passionate.
I stayed at an amazing hostel and meet some pretty awesome people (South Africa, Australia, Canada, New Zealand and England). Again, so glad everyone speaks English. We all shared some beers at the hostel before heading out to a random piazza close to our place where the conversation didn't stop. I found myself rehashing laws, politics, economics and the like, not to mention Hollywood and hot travel spots.
I spent Saturday alone, wandering. I had the most amazing pizza of my life. Ham, mozzarella, ricotta and tomato sauce. My favorite site was a really tall statue of Mary. On one side she's Mary. On the other, it's the grim reaper. I heard part of mass in a church just near the Grim Mary and then wandered some more. After pizza, I took a taxi out to where my grandma's aunt lived. I would have taken public transport, but apparently it was on strike. I went past the Napoli Futbol stadium and wished I could stay Sunday night to go see a match.
I ended up at the place and the taxi driver dumped me in the middle of nowhere. I hadn't been Able to reach anyone on the phone, so I could only go outside. I asked a few of the old people milling around if they knew Anna, but they didn't. I guess I just got a look. I still felt at home.
Saturday night was more beer and deeper topics in the same piazza that we hadn't hit on the night before. I love the idiosyncrasies of language - for example, the south African Luca said the if he was to do something "right now" that meant right away (which we all understood). He said if he'd do something "just now" it meant in a little while or within the hour....maybe. Also, the Aussies are keen on saying "keen" and "how're you going?". I love it.
I had a great stay and hope to visit for longer one day. I have a feeling I'll be back.
Mary/Grim Reaper
Favorite Photo
Castel Nuovo
Everyone wanted me before I left to clutch onto my things with all my might, as Naples isn't safe. While I felt that touch of sleaziness around the train station here and there, I felt evermore the tourist holding onto my purse for dear life. But somewhere in between, I never was in danger, nor were my things.
My Aunt Anna who lives in Rome told me once that Naples is her heart. So, I was extremely curious to see what the hype was about :) Right away, I noticed a difference in this city compared to all other parts of Italy. Several differences. First, it's filthy. There aren't garbage cans anywhere along the street, so the street is where you put your rubbish. That or carry it. It doesn't smell bad though, the salty sea air blows it away for the most part. Second, the traffic is bad and it doesn't stop. And everyone honks. In the main city center of Florence, it's essentially pedestrian only. The traffic is on the outer streets and there isn't as much honking. Florence is quiet. Naples, not so much. Also, they don't pay attention to much of any traffic laws. We found that if you just step into a crosswalk, just keep on walking. If you stop and hesitate, they have to as well and that's when they honk at you. It's quite a rush, this crossing the street.
Besides those things, I fell in love with Naples and felt at home. This place is so real and raw I tell you. From the markets to the palaces to the sea spray, it's so passionate.
I stayed at an amazing hostel and meet some pretty awesome people (South Africa, Australia, Canada, New Zealand and England). Again, so glad everyone speaks English. We all shared some beers at the hostel before heading out to a random piazza close to our place where the conversation didn't stop. I found myself rehashing laws, politics, economics and the like, not to mention Hollywood and hot travel spots.
I spent Saturday alone, wandering. I had the most amazing pizza of my life. Ham, mozzarella, ricotta and tomato sauce. My favorite site was a really tall statue of Mary. On one side she's Mary. On the other, it's the grim reaper. I heard part of mass in a church just near the Grim Mary and then wandered some more. After pizza, I took a taxi out to where my grandma's aunt lived. I would have taken public transport, but apparently it was on strike. I went past the Napoli Futbol stadium and wished I could stay Sunday night to go see a match.
I ended up at the place and the taxi driver dumped me in the middle of nowhere. I hadn't been Able to reach anyone on the phone, so I could only go outside. I asked a few of the old people milling around if they knew Anna, but they didn't. I guess I just got a look. I still felt at home.
Saturday night was more beer and deeper topics in the same piazza that we hadn't hit on the night before. I love the idiosyncrasies of language - for example, the south African Luca said the if he was to do something "right now" that meant right away (which we all understood). He said if he'd do something "just now" it meant in a little while or within the hour....maybe. Also, the Aussies are keen on saying "keen" and "how're you going?". I love it.
I had a great stay and hope to visit for longer one day. I have a feeling I'll be back.
Mary/Grim Reaper
Favorite Photo
Castel Nuovo
11.03.2011
A Jonah Day
Well. It's been one of those days. You know, like a Friday before a three day weekend. The fun begins tomorrow and you have something wonderful planned. This day before is not capable of being like any other day, I know this. Days like this are filled with short fuses, crazed disasters, and anything out of the ordinary that can happen, will.
Anne refers to this as a Jonah day. I mean, who thinks that one day, before they can move on to the bigger and better, will have to spend the night in the belly of a whale? my day wasn't awful. It was just long. And it was clouded with my anxiety about my trip tomorrow.
I leave for Naples in the morning. I have high expectations for this trip...and no expectations because I don't know what to expect at all. I am going to see the house my grandmother grew up in. I have the address and the name of her aunt who I doubt is still living and I know the most pocoissimo Italiano so how do I say, "my grandmother grew up here"? (and as I write, I realize that is actually quite simple to say or look up through google translate). Anyway, what do I do? Show up on the doorstep? I have some photos with me of my family and home. (having photos of see two things is something I've learned to bring along on travels regardless). I'll have my camera ready. More than likely, I'll take a photo of the door and the surrounding area and call it a day. I'm not quite sure what I'm wanting out of going there.
I have also made a few random connections that can hopefully get me on to the Navy base where my grandfather was stationed during the Korean War. You see, he and my grandmother me in Naples and here I am today.
So. This is more than a trip for me i think. At least I want it to be. I want to see what so many say is the heart of Italy. I want to see the place that some Italians say, "see Naples and die" which is quite morbid but they love that place. I will see. I will eat pizza and not at the eat pray love place because I'm anti-eat pray love book/movie. But I will see some old sights and potentially Pompeii and visit the island of Ustica. I hope to regale you of a wonderful experience and I'm sure i will find something I am looking for there.
My Jonah day will end with a tossing and turnful sleep, no doubt, but nothing some Florentine coffee can't fix before i leave. This coffee in Italy is serious business and it's the bomb. I will be in touch!
Anne refers to this as a Jonah day. I mean, who thinks that one day, before they can move on to the bigger and better, will have to spend the night in the belly of a whale? my day wasn't awful. It was just long. And it was clouded with my anxiety about my trip tomorrow.
I leave for Naples in the morning. I have high expectations for this trip...and no expectations because I don't know what to expect at all. I am going to see the house my grandmother grew up in. I have the address and the name of her aunt who I doubt is still living and I know the most pocoissimo Italiano so how do I say, "my grandmother grew up here"? (and as I write, I realize that is actually quite simple to say or look up through google translate). Anyway, what do I do? Show up on the doorstep? I have some photos with me of my family and home. (having photos of see two things is something I've learned to bring along on travels regardless). I'll have my camera ready. More than likely, I'll take a photo of the door and the surrounding area and call it a day. I'm not quite sure what I'm wanting out of going there.
I have also made a few random connections that can hopefully get me on to the Navy base where my grandfather was stationed during the Korean War. You see, he and my grandmother me in Naples and here I am today.
So. This is more than a trip for me i think. At least I want it to be. I want to see what so many say is the heart of Italy. I want to see the place that some Italians say, "see Naples and die" which is quite morbid but they love that place. I will see. I will eat pizza and not at the eat pray love place because I'm anti-eat pray love book/movie. But I will see some old sights and potentially Pompeii and visit the island of Ustica. I hope to regale you of a wonderful experience and I'm sure i will find something I am looking for there.
My Jonah day will end with a tossing and turnful sleep, no doubt, but nothing some Florentine coffee can't fix before i leave. This coffee in Italy is serious business and it's the bomb. I will be in touch!
11.01.2011
All Saints
My showing for Halloween was pretty lame this year. I hate to admit it, but it was hard to get into the spirit. Halloween has only been celebrated popularly in Italy for the last ten years or so...give or take five years it seems to me.
So. I got the kids all dressed up and we went to a party. It was so strange to be at the party. Kids came in waves to trick or treat and every kid I saw was some sort of witch, vampire or scary zombie (I hate zombies). There was a princess or two, but that was about it. I think we have gotten quite creative in the states.
I went out later with some friends and was still pretty surprised more people weren't dressed up. We even went to an Irish pub that is frequented by all the college kids studying here.
Today was a public holiday for Italy as well, so everyone was home from school and everything was closed. They celebrate All Saints Day, where they celebrate all the saints and the dead. A very catholic holiday I guess. Anyway, I am counting down my days until I leave for Naples. I need a weekend off!
I loved seeing all the Halloween festivities on facebook. Someone commented that Halloween time is Facebook at its best - I quite agree. And en after seeing all the red holiday cup photos, I got rather jealous :) I then decided that to make myself feel better, I would download a few of my favorite Christmas songs and curl up in bed.
So. I got the kids all dressed up and we went to a party. It was so strange to be at the party. Kids came in waves to trick or treat and every kid I saw was some sort of witch, vampire or scary zombie (I hate zombies). There was a princess or two, but that was about it. I think we have gotten quite creative in the states.
I went out later with some friends and was still pretty surprised more people weren't dressed up. We even went to an Irish pub that is frequented by all the college kids studying here.
Today was a public holiday for Italy as well, so everyone was home from school and everything was closed. They celebrate All Saints Day, where they celebrate all the saints and the dead. A very catholic holiday I guess. Anyway, I am counting down my days until I leave for Naples. I need a weekend off!
I loved seeing all the Halloween festivities on facebook. Someone commented that Halloween time is Facebook at its best - I quite agree. And en after seeing all the red holiday cup photos, I got rather jealous :) I then decided that to make myself feel better, I would download a few of my favorite Christmas songs and curl up in bed.
10.30.2011
I bless the rains down in Africa
As David called me out on my Facebook wall, I have been slacking at the blog for sure. I have spent the last two Fridays out on the town with some Au Pair friends and then both Saturday's exploring the city some more.
Last week: After a long, fun night of wine in the shadow of the Duomo and then karaoke with some Aussies, I spent the next day exploring Florence again. I have noticed that i am getting used to my surroundings and i know where things are without looking at my map. Must mean I'm home.
I started the morning at the Galileo Museo, an award wining museum dedicated to the scientific instruments of the Medicis and the Lorraines (both Florientine dynasties). it was amazing. Original telescopes, pharmacy tools, balances and pulleys....the list goes on. Since I have taken a liking to Ser. Galileo, I was especially interested in his telescopes and small instruments. There were also maps dating 1452....meaning no America present on the map.
This week....well, it was crazy. Not our weekend, but what is coming up. Halloween is tomorrow. I know that in America, as adults, our parties are usually on whatever weekend is closest and that's when you see everyone dressed up at the bars etc. Not so much here. But things will get wild Monday night for sure. I have seen signs everywhere for these parties on Halloween night because Monday is a holiday as well as Tuesday. Everyone is off. Some saint is celebrated on Tuesday and I'm clueless to Monday....only knowing that all the kids will be home from school all day.
I am going to a party with the kids tomorrow and then out with friends after. I will be a husky fan because it's easy and it's real cold here at night. When I was costume shopping, all I wanted was an American Apparel...things come in all colors.
In other news, Naples is this coming weekend and though I like the family, I'm ready to get out of here for a few days. I have also booked a plane ticket and hostel in Berlin to ring in 2012. I cannot wait.
Here's a picture of our puppy Lola. She's been around this house a week and she is too cute. And she likes to bite pant legs.
I posted many pics on Facebook of one if the oldest churches in Florence. It was beautiful. That's all for now, but I will stop slacking.
Last week: After a long, fun night of wine in the shadow of the Duomo and then karaoke with some Aussies, I spent the next day exploring Florence again. I have noticed that i am getting used to my surroundings and i know where things are without looking at my map. Must mean I'm home.
I started the morning at the Galileo Museo, an award wining museum dedicated to the scientific instruments of the Medicis and the Lorraines (both Florientine dynasties). it was amazing. Original telescopes, pharmacy tools, balances and pulleys....the list goes on. Since I have taken a liking to Ser. Galileo, I was especially interested in his telescopes and small instruments. There were also maps dating 1452....meaning no America present on the map.
This week....well, it was crazy. Not our weekend, but what is coming up. Halloween is tomorrow. I know that in America, as adults, our parties are usually on whatever weekend is closest and that's when you see everyone dressed up at the bars etc. Not so much here. But things will get wild Monday night for sure. I have seen signs everywhere for these parties on Halloween night because Monday is a holiday as well as Tuesday. Everyone is off. Some saint is celebrated on Tuesday and I'm clueless to Monday....only knowing that all the kids will be home from school all day.
I am going to a party with the kids tomorrow and then out with friends after. I will be a husky fan because it's easy and it's real cold here at night. When I was costume shopping, all I wanted was an American Apparel...things come in all colors.
In other news, Naples is this coming weekend and though I like the family, I'm ready to get out of here for a few days. I have also booked a plane ticket and hostel in Berlin to ring in 2012. I cannot wait.
Here's a picture of our puppy Lola. She's been around this house a week and she is too cute. And she likes to bite pant legs.
I posted many pics on Facebook of one if the oldest churches in Florence. It was beautiful. That's all for now, but I will stop slacking.
10.20.2011
swallowed in the sea
The other night after a super fun playdate (is that possible?), I met some of the other Au Pairs for some beers. We went to this extremely stereotypical American bar called the Red Garter and let's just say, if that's what is representing us at home, then anyone who goes there has merely been to a cleaner Tommy's. Ey serve Bud Lite and some Italian beers and have some ok tacos.
Anyway, of course we all discussed our respective families. Not my idea of a riveting tuesday night but it was nice to get out. Based on this conversation, I decided I wanted to share some distinct cultural differences in both parenting and overall mindset. A lot of of this is quite comical to me, as my upbringing seems to be from a different planet comparatively. Read this knowing I do enjoy the children I work with very much and in any country, an 8 year old is and 8 year old.
First, all children are referred to as "amore". All. Or "amore mio" or the like. This was quite endearing at first....until they hit each other and scream and then hit their mom and are still referred to as "amore". At that point, I don't know.
Second, all children have their hair blow dried after a bath. While I recall this when I was really little, it is excessive to me. Even when it's 90 degrees out, out comes the blow dryer. One of the Au Pairs was told to dry her hair. Along with this, you see everyone in Italy wearing scarves and never in shorts at any given time of the year. It is a common belief that if your chest is covered, you will not take a chill and catch a cold.
Next, all meals are quite serious. And by that I mean set table, formal napkins, silver silverware etc. I actually quite enjoy this. It's very family focused especially at breakfast. However, dinner is the most serious of them all and typically parents do not eat with their children. Kids eat between 7-8pm and the adults much later. Even so, all are complete with courses. In Italy, they are called the first plate and second plate. First plate is any kind of pasta or starch essentially. Second plate is meat. Adults finish with salad that is dressed with olive oil, vinegar and salt. (at lunch this also includes an espresso).
Hmmm what else. Oh yes. Kids eat everything here. There is no "ewww I don't want peas or carrots!" or other food drama that is so annoying. Kids eat what is on their plate and they finish it. It's rare for them to be picky. I only began eating tomatoes a few years ago and they have cherry tomatoes and mozzarella on a weekly basis. They eat extremely healthy - fruit after dinner and snack is usually yogurt or bread and nutella. Though I'm sure you can find Oreos somewhere in this country, you will not find pantries packed to the hilt with cookies, granola bars, fruit snacks, or soda pop.
I could go on and on, but these are just a few things that are such standouts that I have to remind myself everyday that I'm in another country and as a general rule, kids here get whatever they want. That being said, I have also reflected on growing up. I remember my sister biting me in the leg and she got in trouble I'm sure so she never bit me again (this came to mind after Ale chomped on Bene's arm for the third time today). I remember boundaries and I'm thankful I had them. So many things I think of from growing up bring a smile to my face and it's only after being with kids everyday that I realize I sound exactly like my mom. My Uncle Matt is always saying that I sound just like her and I always say that, no, it's my Aunt Cristina who sounds like her. But...he's right. Which is completely fine with me.
And so, the adventure continues. We are getting a puppy on Saturday. A German Shepard puppy. Look for pics...she's a cutie I just know it. I'm trying to convince them to name her Sally or Jane or something so American. It'll probably be Lucky or Spot or something awful. Cross your fingers for Sally.
Anyway, of course we all discussed our respective families. Not my idea of a riveting tuesday night but it was nice to get out. Based on this conversation, I decided I wanted to share some distinct cultural differences in both parenting and overall mindset. A lot of of this is quite comical to me, as my upbringing seems to be from a different planet comparatively. Read this knowing I do enjoy the children I work with very much and in any country, an 8 year old is and 8 year old.
First, all children are referred to as "amore". All. Or "amore mio" or the like. This was quite endearing at first....until they hit each other and scream and then hit their mom and are still referred to as "amore". At that point, I don't know.
Second, all children have their hair blow dried after a bath. While I recall this when I was really little, it is excessive to me. Even when it's 90 degrees out, out comes the blow dryer. One of the Au Pairs was told to dry her hair. Along with this, you see everyone in Italy wearing scarves and never in shorts at any given time of the year. It is a common belief that if your chest is covered, you will not take a chill and catch a cold.
Next, all meals are quite serious. And by that I mean set table, formal napkins, silver silverware etc. I actually quite enjoy this. It's very family focused especially at breakfast. However, dinner is the most serious of them all and typically parents do not eat with their children. Kids eat between 7-8pm and the adults much later. Even so, all are complete with courses. In Italy, they are called the first plate and second plate. First plate is any kind of pasta or starch essentially. Second plate is meat. Adults finish with salad that is dressed with olive oil, vinegar and salt. (at lunch this also includes an espresso).
Hmmm what else. Oh yes. Kids eat everything here. There is no "ewww I don't want peas or carrots!" or other food drama that is so annoying. Kids eat what is on their plate and they finish it. It's rare for them to be picky. I only began eating tomatoes a few years ago and they have cherry tomatoes and mozzarella on a weekly basis. They eat extremely healthy - fruit after dinner and snack is usually yogurt or bread and nutella. Though I'm sure you can find Oreos somewhere in this country, you will not find pantries packed to the hilt with cookies, granola bars, fruit snacks, or soda pop.
I could go on and on, but these are just a few things that are such standouts that I have to remind myself everyday that I'm in another country and as a general rule, kids here get whatever they want. That being said, I have also reflected on growing up. I remember my sister biting me in the leg and she got in trouble I'm sure so she never bit me again (this came to mind after Ale chomped on Bene's arm for the third time today). I remember boundaries and I'm thankful I had them. So many things I think of from growing up bring a smile to my face and it's only after being with kids everyday that I realize I sound exactly like my mom. My Uncle Matt is always saying that I sound just like her and I always say that, no, it's my Aunt Cristina who sounds like her. But...he's right. Which is completely fine with me.
And so, the adventure continues. We are getting a puppy on Saturday. A German Shepard puppy. Look for pics...she's a cutie I just know it. I'm trying to convince them to name her Sally or Jane or something so American. It'll probably be Lucky or Spot or something awful. Cross your fingers for Sally.
10.12.2011
feels like home to me
finally, I am starting to feel at home here. When I was in cinque Terre sat Saturday, I took the train, and I remember thinking "I'm home" when we arrived at the station in Florence. It was interesting to think that it only took this short a time, but I'm okay with it.
Such a crazy day. I found a pic of my Champy and was missing him. On our way to pick up Benedetta from school, I stopped to give a nun directions. I heard a whine behind me, and turned to see a white boxer with a circle of brown around his right eye, gazing intently at us, and seeming to ask me why I was attempting to give directions in Italian and not petting him. The nun walked away frustrated and I got to pet the sweet angel in the back of the jeep. Champ to a T. He kissed my hand and we had to walk on.
Later, one of the kids' many cousins was over to play. Luigi is a ragamuffin kid; always in the dirt and cut and scraped up. They were running all over e garden and down the driveway. As I made my way down there, who should be there but this same white boxer and his bigger brown and white brother, both leaning their heads on different parts of the window sill or steering wheel, patiently awaiting the return of their dad. I just had to smile at these two peas in a pod...so like my angels.
Such a crazy day. I found a pic of my Champy and was missing him. On our way to pick up Benedetta from school, I stopped to give a nun directions. I heard a whine behind me, and turned to see a white boxer with a circle of brown around his right eye, gazing intently at us, and seeming to ask me why I was attempting to give directions in Italian and not petting him. The nun walked away frustrated and I got to pet the sweet angel in the back of the jeep. Champ to a T. He kissed my hand and we had to walk on.
Later, one of the kids' many cousins was over to play. Luigi is a ragamuffin kid; always in the dirt and cut and scraped up. They were running all over e garden and down the driveway. As I made my way down there, who should be there but this same white boxer and his bigger brown and white brother, both leaning their heads on different parts of the window sill or steering wheel, patiently awaiting the return of their dad. I just had to smile at these two peas in a pod...so like my angels.
10.07.2011
galileo, figaro
Tonight I feel as a kid in Christmas morning, except it is October and I'm a child no longer. The weather has turned, to my liking....the mosquitoes will die an ugly death and hopefully not resurface until next summer. Rain was our adventure today. Torrential rain with a wind to match but it was nothing my trusty north face couldn't handle.
When I arrived in Florence, I knew I was going to be living in the very birthplace of the renaissance. I did not realize the extent of what that really meant. A few weeks ago, I met an American and she invited me to come with her and her family and their other friends and families to attend an evening at the Observatory of Galileo. Yes, Galileo Galilei. The man who revolutionized astronomy and how we view the universe. I am on cloud nine, or the moon, or Jupiter....but I'm not of this earth at the moment.
After cookies and champagne at Karen's house, the group of 40 people walked about five minutes to the observatory. Mind you, when looking from anywhere near, you can see the three towers of the observatory and the lands where they sit. But if you attempt to walk by, you will do just that. There is one tiny door that you have to know is there and therein lies the entrance to magic.
The night was cold, truly. Alessandro, our guide, met us at the door and had to open up shop for us. We filed up some very small stairs and turned some corners and the walkway opened up into a wide and vast outdoor stairway lined with tiny lights. I was in awe. The tour begins here with a trip of the solar system. To scale, there is a model of each planet along this walkway, and the pathway is also to another scale of how far things are away from each other in the solar system. So, in his broken English, Alessandro discussed each planet with us as we wound our way through the trees. The walkway is only vaguely lit and each planet has its own large illumination.
I think I'll spare you the astronomy lesson and move to the good stuff, although comparatively, earth is so beautiful and so perfect to the likes of Neptune and Venus.
Our tour of the solar system ended at the telescope in the astronomy tower. This particular telescope was built in the 1860's and isn't used for research any longer, but has the modern updates so viewers like me are able to glimpse the heavens. After telling us about what we were about to see, Alessandro surprised us all and opened the wood-lined dome of the tower, opening up to let the moon shine in.
I fell in line with the old and young alike, waiting for a peek at the moon. I was so excited. We could see it through two different lenses, one very close and the other a bit farther away, but the moon no less. I am still trying to remember what I thought about seeing the moon so close. Craters, colors, nooks and crannies; all there. That big giant out in nowhere that lights our nights was so close I could touch it. Bellisima.
The kicker, though, is how technology mingles with the antique. This 1860's telescope, paired with a computer program, allowed us to see Jupiter and her moons. The screen showed us exactly what we would see at the exact time we were seeing it, and then I climbed the ladder to see just that- Jupiter and three of her four moons. I could see the stripes. And to make it even better, this was the very planet and the very moons discovered by Galileo himself, on this very hill. I still have chills.
As I walked home in the chill of the evening and looked up, as I often do, I saw the moon quite a bit more clearly than I have before. And Jupiter is just to her left...looking like the brightest star in the sky, but a planet even farther away. I felt small, but a good small. The kind of small where you know you are still a part of something small. Because each small piece of the universe matters...that kind of small.
It makes so much sense to me why Galileo was so fascinated by the sky. Once I start looking, I don't want to stop. There is so much wonder to be had out there and I feel like it begins by looking upward and outward, instead of so close to our noses. I think he was enamored with the brilliance of the light and just kept looking. I'm so thankful that he did.
When I arrived in Florence, I knew I was going to be living in the very birthplace of the renaissance. I did not realize the extent of what that really meant. A few weeks ago, I met an American and she invited me to come with her and her family and their other friends and families to attend an evening at the Observatory of Galileo. Yes, Galileo Galilei. The man who revolutionized astronomy and how we view the universe. I am on cloud nine, or the moon, or Jupiter....but I'm not of this earth at the moment.
After cookies and champagne at Karen's house, the group of 40 people walked about five minutes to the observatory. Mind you, when looking from anywhere near, you can see the three towers of the observatory and the lands where they sit. But if you attempt to walk by, you will do just that. There is one tiny door that you have to know is there and therein lies the entrance to magic.
The night was cold, truly. Alessandro, our guide, met us at the door and had to open up shop for us. We filed up some very small stairs and turned some corners and the walkway opened up into a wide and vast outdoor stairway lined with tiny lights. I was in awe. The tour begins here with a trip of the solar system. To scale, there is a model of each planet along this walkway, and the pathway is also to another scale of how far things are away from each other in the solar system. So, in his broken English, Alessandro discussed each planet with us as we wound our way through the trees. The walkway is only vaguely lit and each planet has its own large illumination.
I think I'll spare you the astronomy lesson and move to the good stuff, although comparatively, earth is so beautiful and so perfect to the likes of Neptune and Venus.
Our tour of the solar system ended at the telescope in the astronomy tower. This particular telescope was built in the 1860's and isn't used for research any longer, but has the modern updates so viewers like me are able to glimpse the heavens. After telling us about what we were about to see, Alessandro surprised us all and opened the wood-lined dome of the tower, opening up to let the moon shine in.
I fell in line with the old and young alike, waiting for a peek at the moon. I was so excited. We could see it through two different lenses, one very close and the other a bit farther away, but the moon no less. I am still trying to remember what I thought about seeing the moon so close. Craters, colors, nooks and crannies; all there. That big giant out in nowhere that lights our nights was so close I could touch it. Bellisima.
The kicker, though, is how technology mingles with the antique. This 1860's telescope, paired with a computer program, allowed us to see Jupiter and her moons. The screen showed us exactly what we would see at the exact time we were seeing it, and then I climbed the ladder to see just that- Jupiter and three of her four moons. I could see the stripes. And to make it even better, this was the very planet and the very moons discovered by Galileo himself, on this very hill. I still have chills.
As I walked home in the chill of the evening and looked up, as I often do, I saw the moon quite a bit more clearly than I have before. And Jupiter is just to her left...looking like the brightest star in the sky, but a planet even farther away. I felt small, but a good small. The kind of small where you know you are still a part of something small. Because each small piece of the universe matters...that kind of small.
It makes so much sense to me why Galileo was so fascinated by the sky. Once I start looking, I don't want to stop. There is so much wonder to be had out there and I feel like it begins by looking upward and outward, instead of so close to our noses. I think he was enamored with the brilliance of the light and just kept looking. I'm so thankful that he did.
10.04.2011
last night I had a crazy dream
Truly I did. Three things I would not wish to happen did, and they were so vivid. Such it is with dreams, I guess.
I dreamed we were at my grandmother's funeral again. I think that being in Italy has made me think of her so much more. Random things bring her to the forefront of my mind - things like the way they pronounce medicine here. And how the laundry smells. And that she had toast and bread for every breakfast....that or oatmeal. She hung her clothes to dry as we do here. Everyone says my name like she did too. I think I cried through that part of my dream. Is that possible?
Then I dreamed Dan worked for Target in Italy. Enough said.
Lastly I dreamed I met Lew again. I don't remember where or when, but he didn't love me anymore. That's all I remember and that's enough to make last night a complete nightmare.
But I think dreams happen for a reason. I think that I'm reminded I'm glad that some things have happened and that some are behind me. And that I had the love of a grandmother who was more than I'll ever know.
I dreamed we were at my grandmother's funeral again. I think that being in Italy has made me think of her so much more. Random things bring her to the forefront of my mind - things like the way they pronounce medicine here. And how the laundry smells. And that she had toast and bread for every breakfast....that or oatmeal. She hung her clothes to dry as we do here. Everyone says my name like she did too. I think I cried through that part of my dream. Is that possible?
Then I dreamed Dan worked for Target in Italy. Enough said.
Lastly I dreamed I met Lew again. I don't remember where or when, but he didn't love me anymore. That's all I remember and that's enough to make last night a complete nightmare.
But I think dreams happen for a reason. I think that I'm reminded I'm glad that some things have happened and that some are behind me. And that I had the love of a grandmother who was more than I'll ever know.
9.12.2011
and I remember this from when I was young
10 years come and then, ten years go. Ten tears for me has seen more change than in ever thought I'd go through.
Ten years ago I sat in Mr. Sullivan's English class watching horrifying events unfold. Shelley and I had listened to it on the radio that morning as she drove me to school (in the caddy??). Eventually they tuned off the tv at school, much like Columbine. I remember thinking how this was worse and yet, just as bad. I have chills just thinking about it.
Ten years changes a lot. It also shows the true colors of some people and some ways of life. As Americans, most of us need for little and want for more than we are meant to have. This feeling is often compensated b other things and it spirals. We have allowed a democracy to become a laughing stock of its own country and we continue to fight wars that aren't ours to fight when kids aren't properly educated on our own turf.
And yet.....yet. We still have a sense of pride and unity. We are a great country going through a down. And there are ups and downs. Hope is the one thing that can get us through.
Being in another country has allowed me to see many things American that I am so proud of, though not a Starbucks graces Italy thank goodness. I see iPhones and iPads everywhere. I see people in Nike and using all sorts of Microsoft products and things of that sort. We do have influence abroad and we must bear in mind that this should be an influence used for good. For good.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better? Those I know are around and several that I knew are no longer. People come and go. It's so sweet to have those that were around ten years ago are still around now.
Ten years ago I didn't see myself living in Italy. I think i thought I'd be married or some crazy notion. Even five years ago I didn't see myself here. But I am and i am lucky to have this perspective. I have a new found love for my country and language. God I love English. I love emails from friends. I love email! I love sharing life on Facebook. I enjoy friends who are having their own successes and passing boards and graduating and moving on to new adventures. I choose to live and experience and I am handful for the air I breathe.
I have changed from bring somewhat cliche in my thinking and writing to turning my nose to the nostalgic and sappy (save a good Garth Brooks love song). One thing comes to mind though tonight as I type and listen to crickets and pray mosquitoes aren't eating me alive. It is too damn hot to shut the windows. I am a part of all that I have met....thank you to Lord Tennyson. I am changed for the better because of those around me and I am so thankful for the right timing.
Before I left for Italy, I made amends. I said my peace and left everything at home. I sent one email that has plagued me for a year and I sent a gift that should have been sent the day I returned from New York. I don't know why I decided to wait around for these things. I have decided to stop waiting.
And now, for the next ten years, to enjoy even more.
Ten years ago I sat in Mr. Sullivan's English class watching horrifying events unfold. Shelley and I had listened to it on the radio that morning as she drove me to school (in the caddy??). Eventually they tuned off the tv at school, much like Columbine. I remember thinking how this was worse and yet, just as bad. I have chills just thinking about it.
Ten years changes a lot. It also shows the true colors of some people and some ways of life. As Americans, most of us need for little and want for more than we are meant to have. This feeling is often compensated b other things and it spirals. We have allowed a democracy to become a laughing stock of its own country and we continue to fight wars that aren't ours to fight when kids aren't properly educated on our own turf.
And yet.....yet. We still have a sense of pride and unity. We are a great country going through a down. And there are ups and downs. Hope is the one thing that can get us through.
Being in another country has allowed me to see many things American that I am so proud of, though not a Starbucks graces Italy thank goodness. I see iPhones and iPads everywhere. I see people in Nike and using all sorts of Microsoft products and things of that sort. We do have influence abroad and we must bear in mind that this should be an influence used for good. For good.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better? Those I know are around and several that I knew are no longer. People come and go. It's so sweet to have those that were around ten years ago are still around now.
Ten years ago I didn't see myself living in Italy. I think i thought I'd be married or some crazy notion. Even five years ago I didn't see myself here. But I am and i am lucky to have this perspective. I have a new found love for my country and language. God I love English. I love emails from friends. I love email! I love sharing life on Facebook. I enjoy friends who are having their own successes and passing boards and graduating and moving on to new adventures. I choose to live and experience and I am handful for the air I breathe.
I have changed from bring somewhat cliche in my thinking and writing to turning my nose to the nostalgic and sappy (save a good Garth Brooks love song). One thing comes to mind though tonight as I type and listen to crickets and pray mosquitoes aren't eating me alive. It is too damn hot to shut the windows. I am a part of all that I have met....thank you to Lord Tennyson. I am changed for the better because of those around me and I am so thankful for the right timing.
Before I left for Italy, I made amends. I said my peace and left everything at home. I sent one email that has plagued me for a year and I sent a gift that should have been sent the day I returned from New York. I don't know why I decided to wait around for these things. I have decided to stop waiting.
And now, for the next ten years, to enjoy even more.
8.28.2011
I'm not going to write you to stay
I'm laying on the beach in Palermo. The sand is hot and the sun, hotter. There are hundreds, maybe thousands of people at the beach but I feel isolated. Not lonely, but humbled.
In a country all new to me, where the language is at best familiar, I try to order a sandwich. At least mozzarella is the same in English and Italian. The clerk smiles at me, a nice smile, picking me out for the American I am and am proud to be. But like I said, humbled. To speak another language I am realizing will be both a challenge and a huge accomplishment should I manage it. Day by day and little by little I will learn, and that's really all I can do. I listen to the families speak to their children in groups around me, rapid-fire Italian and passion in each expression. Such a wonderful culture and I feel thankful to be in its presence.
The clear blue waves roll in and there are people and beach umbrellas as far as I can see. In the distance are short mountains and cliffy coasts that have seen so much.
I am glad to be here, on this beach, in this chair, shaded by this yellow umbrella.
In a country all new to me, where the language is at best familiar, I try to order a sandwich. At least mozzarella is the same in English and Italian. The clerk smiles at me, a nice smile, picking me out for the American I am and am proud to be. But like I said, humbled. To speak another language I am realizing will be both a challenge and a huge accomplishment should I manage it. Day by day and little by little I will learn, and that's really all I can do. I listen to the families speak to their children in groups around me, rapid-fire Italian and passion in each expression. Such a wonderful culture and I feel thankful to be in its presence.
The clear blue waves roll in and there are people and beach umbrellas as far as I can see. In the distance are short mountains and cliffy coasts that have seen so much.
I am glad to be here, on this beach, in this chair, shaded by this yellow umbrella.
8.19.2011
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8.12.2011
how much is that doggy?
I also got to meet this lil gal yesterday...harper, you are a sweet angel!! I was so glad to see your mom too :)
Isn't she the most cute? Such a good girl!
Isn't she the most cute? Such a good girl!
keep running
Thank you Brookstone store in minneapolis/st Paul for playing a glee medley in the airport. Just what I needed at 6am and running on 3 hours of sleep. I used to be able to snooze better on planes. Now I'm sitting in a half-empty terminal breathing the most stale air of my life and all I want is a nap.
But, when I arrive in Lincoln, NE, I will be whisked away into wedding festivities for my cousin taryn. I cannot believe she is old enough to get married (only a year younger than me :) but it seems like yesterday that we were playing at grandpa's house or making cookies with grandma. I'm thankful to be in this ugly airport for her and can't wait for some family time before I leave.
But, when I arrive in Lincoln, NE, I will be whisked away into wedding festivities for my cousin taryn. I cannot believe she is old enough to get married (only a year younger than me :) but it seems like yesterday that we were playing at grandpa's house or making cookies with grandma. I'm thankful to be in this ugly airport for her and can't wait for some family time before I leave.
8.09.2011
make new friends and keep the old
coming up on monday is the one-year anniversary of pc03's spring break cruise to the carribbean. lately i've been doing my best to quit being nostalgic because it always makes me laugh, but leaves me feeling empty. thinking of the cruise is doing just that. the pictures make me laugh...LAUGH....and then remembering paul day and the stop a calico jack's on the beach in grand cayman. it was such a random trip to the bathroom and ended up being one of the most memorable parts of the trip. anyhow, i think the craziest thing is at this time last year, we were flying to miami getting ready to board the ship. it was st. patrick's day and david was buying is rounds clad in his shamrock shades, saying he owned 49% of the ship. and there was the dancing to sweet child o' mine, kristen cheating in mini golf, jessica's karaoke debut, the list could go on. the cruise truly was the best send off to an amazing four years.
hot time, summer in the city
that rainy, miserable day that was june 9th and the 132nd commencement at the U of W came and went, as days do. it dawned with a bittersweet emotion, as we got ready at tridelta for the final time. i have a vivid picture in my mind of getting ready in the old wing bathroom with katie and kristen - and none of us had used the bathrooms to get ready for three years. donning our gowns was one thing, but the tears came when i placed the cap on my head. somehow that just completed the scenario. taking pictures in the foyer was an interesting mixture of excitement and reminescence....for how many pictures have been taken in that very entry way? and yet again, we were celebrating another event by documenting it all together in the common area with the glass doors and deltas as a backdrop.
(left) katie and i stayed until the very end. we were cold. we were soaking wet. the emergency ponchos they gave us were not nearly poncho enough for three hours of steady rain, but umbrellas were up and smiles were on because we walked across that stage and became conferred bachelor's of the arts. though half the stadium was empty - even most of the phd's left - we stayed and threw our hats in the air. i saw the recessional leave, septor and all. and it was finished, and the duchess brought many celebratory drinks to our lips following family dinners and graduation parties.
life living outside of the confines of sorority is so completely different. i sound so spoiled when i mention to anyone that for about four years, there was someone cooking and generally cleaning for all of us. never fear, i have learned how to cook some things on my own. in between moving out of tridelta and starting work, i was able to keep busy with babysitting and planning for one of the most beautiful weddings i have ever seen.
katie got married on july 7, 2007, apparently one of the luckiest and most popular days to get married...ever. yes, 7-7-07 dawned bright and warm, and i don't think she and jordan could have asked for a better day. the bridal party arose for hair appointments at 10am, makeup at noon, and ready for pictures at the church by 2pm. that's enough time, you think to yourself. plenty of time to get all ready and have time to sit and relax. nope, wrong again. we weren't stressed, but we definitely needed all the time we had. but these were the end results...
starting work
moving
fucking perfect
well that's the song title - and the song is in my head (which is how i pick blog titles, if you've ever wondered).
a side note about myself....ever since i can remember, i've been fascinated with learning song lyrics and seeing if i can memorize them. i recall some gulf war tribute song from like the 1st grade was the first song i learned all the lyrics to - well, maybe save aladdin and the lion king songs. anyway, i used to keep a journal where i'd only write out song lyrics after i'd printed them from the internet. i guess the concept of them always being accessible on the net was a foreign concept in the 9th grade.... but words in general mean so much to me. they speak to me more than sometimes the spoken word does because i think they bear the true soul....
but i digress.
i've been following this blog on tumblr (thanks LJ!!) and it has just great photos. i'll put some here now. (googoogoojoob.tumblr.com)
like words, these photos speak to me and can say so much. i have shared the link with you (see right or above) so you can follow if you'd like too.
it is so true that closeness has NOTHING to do with distance. be it a near or far distance. nothing. i can only hope that some long distances in physical closeness can shorten but am also hopeful for those that are about to lengthen.
as my move grows closer, i continually reflect and sometimes i think emotions cross my mind more than actual thoughts. i go through bouts of wanting to just burst into tears or times when i'm so excited i can hardly stand it. and then songs will make me cry (nothing new here) or little children will make me smile again (which is good, i'm going to be a nanny) so i can't really wrap my head around anything. you'd think i was pregnant if you didn't know me, the way i'm describing myself.
i don't know entirely the point of this post, but the fact that these photos and sometimes words are so fucking perfect. pink sang to me today. i've always thought she was great - ever since 'you make me sick' from the 'save the last dance' soundtrack. she's so relevant.
and so, goodnight.
a side note about myself....ever since i can remember, i've been fascinated with learning song lyrics and seeing if i can memorize them. i recall some gulf war tribute song from like the 1st grade was the first song i learned all the lyrics to - well, maybe save aladdin and the lion king songs. anyway, i used to keep a journal where i'd only write out song lyrics after i'd printed them from the internet. i guess the concept of them always being accessible on the net was a foreign concept in the 9th grade.... but words in general mean so much to me. they speak to me more than sometimes the spoken word does because i think they bear the true soul....
but i digress.
i've been following this blog on tumblr (thanks LJ!!) and it has just great photos. i'll put some here now. (googoogoojoob.tumblr.com)
like words, these photos speak to me and can say so much. i have shared the link with you (see right or above) so you can follow if you'd like too.
it is so true that closeness has NOTHING to do with distance. be it a near or far distance. nothing. i can only hope that some long distances in physical closeness can shorten but am also hopeful for those that are about to lengthen.
as my move grows closer, i continually reflect and sometimes i think emotions cross my mind more than actual thoughts. i go through bouts of wanting to just burst into tears or times when i'm so excited i can hardly stand it. and then songs will make me cry (nothing new here) or little children will make me smile again (which is good, i'm going to be a nanny) so i can't really wrap my head around anything. you'd think i was pregnant if you didn't know me, the way i'm describing myself.
i don't know entirely the point of this post, but the fact that these photos and sometimes words are so fucking perfect. pink sang to me today. i've always thought she was great - ever since 'you make me sick' from the 'save the last dance' soundtrack. she's so relevant.
and so, goodnight.
8.07.2011
the winner takes it all
when i was in aspen this summer, i had the opportunity to interact with dr. murray gell-mann, a nobel prize winner. he's a friend of the family i worked for, and we had him over for dinner a couple of times.
on this particular occasion, i had to pick him up on my way out of town and so i called prior to my arrival to make sure he knew i was coming. i simply said, 'hi murray! this is rachel, i met you the other night at dinner, i'm coming to get you!'...to which he said, 'great, i would love to be gotten!'
the simplicity of him - he is such a brilliant and talented man - but his commentary on language is fascinating. after that, i kept thinking about the way i spoke and the language i used.
which also caused me to reflect on the language we use every single day. anyway, i don't know if at this point i have a point, but i wanted to share his humor, and i also wanted to be thankful for our words and our voices. they are such an important of our communication. i love that each individual word can express so much and that if you are choosy, you can say something even more meaningful than you ever meant...
on this particular occasion, i had to pick him up on my way out of town and so i called prior to my arrival to make sure he knew i was coming. i simply said, 'hi murray! this is rachel, i met you the other night at dinner, i'm coming to get you!'...to which he said, 'great, i would love to be gotten!'
the simplicity of him - he is such a brilliant and talented man - but his commentary on language is fascinating. after that, i kept thinking about the way i spoke and the language i used.
which also caused me to reflect on the language we use every single day. anyway, i don't know if at this point i have a point, but i wanted to share his humor, and i also wanted to be thankful for our words and our voices. they are such an important of our communication. i love that each individual word can express so much and that if you are choosy, you can say something even more meaningful than you ever meant...
8.05.2011
you can go your own way
today i came across this quote, from the photographer from alex's wedding. he's the cousin of myllenbeck's boyfriend. so yes, a distant connection, and thankful for those even small degrees of separation today.
| "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door," he used to say. "You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." - J.R.R. Tolkien where i might be swept off to?? who knows...and who cares. i can't wait to be swept. |
8.03.2011
whatever gets you through the night
for the past few years, i've been dealing with anxiety. now that i know its symptoms and treatments, i've reflected on my life and realized that i think i've had it for ages. regardless, being older and i wish wiser, i can deal with it a little better.
i will say, though, packing up and moving my entire life has caused my sleepless hours to be great and my winks few. i'm up just thinking about whatever. playing angry birds on my phone or browsing craigslist for things i don't want to buy, or reading the news (which i don't recommend, DEPRESSING).
i will say, though, packing up and moving my entire life has caused my sleepless hours to be great and my winks few. i'm up just thinking about whatever. playing angry birds on my phone or browsing craigslist for things i don't want to buy, or reading the news (which i don't recommend, DEPRESSING).
i've found that writing is my one and only help. and after more reflection, that's what has always helped me. so now i turn to blogging. but don't worry, few readers, i won't riddle you with my inflicted mind. again i must remind myself that this exists merely to track my blessings because i am blessed daily. are you?
today i was reminded more than ever how important friends are. ever since i spread the word that i'm moving have i really found out how many people care about me. it's surprising, and i find comfort in knowing that when i'm 'cross the pond, i'll have well-wishes and good tidings floating my way. i emailed all of the DDD alumnae and let them know that i won't be able to volunteer for anything this year. i got several emails back telling me that they are so excited for me and can't wait to hear of my adventures. again, i'm inspired.
also - my friend LJ wrote today on her blog about her trip to spain. she lived there for 10 months last year and just returned. she spoke of the hard times and challenges. but she also talked about the good things. i was encouraged, once again.
so today, i'm thankful for folks who encourage when you least likely expect them to, or inspire when that was not their purpose. hopefully that will be what gets me through at least tonight :)
8.02.2011
it's going to be a bright
I just got off the phone with my aunt and I must say, she is the older sister I never had. She is such my inspiration and I'm happy to have her around. I sitting on the porch in the Seattle sunshine (aka a sunshine hard to rival) and I feel confident and relieved. And a push forward. Thanks aunt. Love you.
8.01.2011
it's a quarter after one
no, not really a quarter after one, but i was up that last last night and add three hours. i cannot seem to sleep. i have felt this way before, but the only difference is, is that i can barely contain my excitement.
after re-reading what i'd posted, i realized i went from april to july without saying a tiny peep. oops. i have been nannying for, well, let's just say an interesting family since that post and it's been a great experience. i'm ready to be done with this experience, however, and move on to brighter prospects.
i was offered an au pair position in florence, italy starting september 1. i took it. how could i not, really. ever since i left that place i feel so drawn to, i have wanted to go back and live. i want to immerse myself in a culture that i feel so close to. i also want to galavant across the globe, and europe seems to be a much better head start than the good old U S of A. while i do love my country, i'm struggling with it right now because of the politics and the rat race and i feel as though i need a change.
anyway....i digress. so italy, here i come. Firenze will be my home and the family has already been much more than gracious. they speak english rather well and i'm excited to learn/brush up on my italian. hopefully i'll be able to see my aunt and family in rome a time or four. they are so hospitable.
my one concern - no to-go coffee. think i'll survive?
anyway, as i said a year ago and i'll say it again, MOVING IS AWFUL. but i'm purging and lot more this time around and feel cleansed already. i have the support of my friends and the love of my family behind me and that's really all i need.
last weekend, alexandra white (now holien) was married in one of the most personal and beautiful weddings i've ever been to. in her short speech @ the reception, she mentioned that friends are the family you get to pick for yourself and she couldn't have said it better. i am so lucky to have the extended family in the friends i have by my side. they have been so excited for me to go with promises to visit and the like. jessica and i will meet in september to go to oktoberfest in munich.....that should be a trip to remember. i'm overwhelmed with a sense of community and now i have to leave it all behind. (thank god for facebook, seriously.)
i'm excited to leave though, too. i want to experience a new experience every day and get out of my comfort zone when speaking and interacting with others. it sounds just as scary as it does enriching and fun.
and so, for now, goodnight.
after re-reading what i'd posted, i realized i went from april to july without saying a tiny peep. oops. i have been nannying for, well, let's just say an interesting family since that post and it's been a great experience. i'm ready to be done with this experience, however, and move on to brighter prospects.
i was offered an au pair position in florence, italy starting september 1. i took it. how could i not, really. ever since i left that place i feel so drawn to, i have wanted to go back and live. i want to immerse myself in a culture that i feel so close to. i also want to galavant across the globe, and europe seems to be a much better head start than the good old U S of A. while i do love my country, i'm struggling with it right now because of the politics and the rat race and i feel as though i need a change.
anyway....i digress. so italy, here i come. Firenze will be my home and the family has already been much more than gracious. they speak english rather well and i'm excited to learn/brush up on my italian. hopefully i'll be able to see my aunt and family in rome a time or four. they are so hospitable.
my one concern - no to-go coffee. think i'll survive?
anyway, as i said a year ago and i'll say it again, MOVING IS AWFUL. but i'm purging and lot more this time around and feel cleansed already. i have the support of my friends and the love of my family behind me and that's really all i need.
last weekend, alexandra white (now holien) was married in one of the most personal and beautiful weddings i've ever been to. in her short speech @ the reception, she mentioned that friends are the family you get to pick for yourself and she couldn't have said it better. i am so lucky to have the extended family in the friends i have by my side. they have been so excited for me to go with promises to visit and the like. jessica and i will meet in september to go to oktoberfest in munich.....that should be a trip to remember. i'm overwhelmed with a sense of community and now i have to leave it all behind. (thank god for facebook, seriously.)
i'm excited to leave though, too. i want to experience a new experience every day and get out of my comfort zone when speaking and interacting with others. it sounds just as scary as it does enriching and fun.
and so, for now, goodnight.
all these things that I've done
I have booked a short trip to Palermo, the capital city on the island of sicily. I'm going here.
And here
Again, I am overwhelmed at how blessed I feel to be going here.
Then I'll live here
And be in awe every single day, I'm sure.
Let the packing begin.
And here
Again, I am overwhelmed at how blessed I feel to be going here.
Then I'll live here
And be in awe every single day, I'm sure.
Let the packing begin.
7.29.2011
and so it goes
I had a Billy Joel playlist on repeat today, as I hopefully spent my last full day in Aspen. This place is gorgeous but just tainted by misbehaved kids and adults who can't communicate. As I've been an HR manger in the past, I'm not usually one to complain to others but seriously. I need to leave this place.
On a lighter note.....my move to Florence is on the horizon. I'm out August 24th and I couldn't be more excited. This move that comes so soon I'm sure bears weight on my urgent sense to get out of here.
More about Florence later. All I can say is that it all happens for a reason and I have been truly blessed.
On a lighter note.....my move to Florence is on the horizon. I'm out August 24th and I couldn't be more excited. This move that comes so soon I'm sure bears weight on my urgent sense to get out of here.
More about Florence later. All I can say is that it all happens for a reason and I have been truly blessed.
4.24.2011
I can face tomorrow
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow
Because He lives, all fear is gone
Because I know He holds the future
And life is worth the living just because He lives
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Because He lives, all fear is gone
Because I know He holds the future
And life is worth the living just because He lives
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4.18.2011
somewhere along in the bitterness
and i would have stayed up with you all night
had i known how to save a life
i wonder where life will take me now??
had i known how to save a life
i wonder where life will take me now??
4.14.2011
and you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong I lost a friend
Where are you?!
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Where are you?!
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3.21.2011
3.17.2011
3.03.2011
colder weather, part II
I was reading previous March blogs. Crazy to think that two years ago I was in sunny Hawaii, essentially in vacation while working less than 40 hours a week. And a year ago we were wishing Jessie adios and she was going to Spain, cal had just moved home and I was moving too. SO much has happened. I look back on this past year and have a few regrets. Besides that, life taught me many lessons this past year.
That my sound cliche. It may sound cliche that I'm calling it cliche, but it was a year of growth. Change does seem to be the only constant. Change and restlessness. And discontent. That's all I ever find. When I wake up in the morning, I don't feel like P Diddy. I feel lost and aimless and happy, but aimless.
I'm happy with life but I know not it's purpose. I thought I did for a while there, but that doesn't seem to be the route I'm headed.
I wonder where this will lead. Do I move? South? Or down under? Or east (or west) until I hit my Italian dream? Spinning. Stuck in colder weather. A gypsy soul to blame and I was born for leaving.
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That my sound cliche. It may sound cliche that I'm calling it cliche, but it was a year of growth. Change does seem to be the only constant. Change and restlessness. And discontent. That's all I ever find. When I wake up in the morning, I don't feel like P Diddy. I feel lost and aimless and happy, but aimless.
I'm happy with life but I know not it's purpose. I thought I did for a while there, but that doesn't seem to be the route I'm headed.
I wonder where this will lead. Do I move? South? Or down under? Or east (or west) until I hit my Italian dream? Spinning. Stuck in colder weather. A gypsy soul to blame and I was born for leaving.
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colder weather
i want to see you again
but I'm stuck in colder weather
maybe tomorrow will be better
can I call you then?
I'm a ramblin man
I ain't ever gonna change
I got a gypsy soul to blame
And I was born for leaving
Born for leaving
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but I'm stuck in colder weather
maybe tomorrow will be better
can I call you then?
I'm a ramblin man
I ain't ever gonna change
I got a gypsy soul to blame
And I was born for leaving
Born for leaving
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