tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52543299799633170412024-03-05T07:28:08.518-05:00JKJecca in ItaliaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254329979963317041.post-4288701696520119322010-05-29T12:59:00.000-04:002010-05-29T12:59:33.480-04:00the apartmentHere are some images of our apartment, mostly from back in December, before we had any of our belongings. The stuff in the photos is loaner furniture.<br />
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My desk, right after I got it all set up the way I wanted it, back in March. Two photos because I love it that much. Tied with the back porch/terrace for my favorite spot in the house. Which is saying something, because I love my kitchen. Sadly, the parsley and basil in these photos are no longer with us, but I do have a new basil plant that is doing well.<br />
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I think that her blog is also where I read "How you do anything is how you do everything." This has been distressing me lately. Today is a good example.<br />
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I have eaten ham and crackers, cheese and crackers, and consumed 1.5 peach refreshers (fizzy water + peach juice). I also did my nails:<br />
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When I walked into the courtyard/foyer to take the photo of my nail polish in sunlight, I checked to make sure the front door was staying ajar. As I got over to the sliver of sun by the wall, I heard it swing shut, locking me out. Very grateful for the roll-up screens and the fact that I've been leaving the laundry-room window cracked.<br />
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I think it's clear why I'm a little depressed about the "anything/everything" maxim, yes?<br />
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While they were here, we went to the ruins at Ercolano (destroyed by the same eruption that buried Pompeii) and climbed Vesuvio.<br />
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In the town of Ercolano, we saw some stuffed animals hanging out to dry after having a bath. <br />
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After Ercolano, we climbed the volcano. The climb was freezing, but gorgeous.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Steam vents, in case we doubted it is still active.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvb2FvlbLNi5KeDxcc2NMOdoK2RkXitW9UeJ44Fo7oE9-_4BH6oS1WBP1S3GblDnElEFoRTd7M2gOJ8jo7r8pzds5azmU8DF4YGkE0EK84D-i_Wq13rIx5BzBwRk6umtJCitUvy20evEFy/s1600/IMG_3340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvb2FvlbLNi5KeDxcc2NMOdoK2RkXitW9UeJ44Fo7oE9-_4BH6oS1WBP1S3GblDnElEFoRTd7M2gOJ8jo7r8pzds5azmU8DF4YGkE0EK84D-i_Wq13rIx5BzBwRk6umtJCitUvy20evEFy/s320/IMG_3340.JPG" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeah, it's pretty nice here. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFcTzBcUWSoK2-U2IhUP9vMTssW7SDJi7QBJ0XT7gJu4DhuBw6eNagadsQIPoxR1_vszm6n5gaNs71J9Lur70KQR2jF2J3-uZevu1mesCfcjYhRxih58YJrglptVquVI6qdh13Uv_GiWQI/s1600/IMG_3334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFcTzBcUWSoK2-U2IhUP9vMTssW7SDJi7QBJ0XT7gJu4DhuBw6eNagadsQIPoxR1_vszm6n5gaNs71J9Lur70KQR2jF2J3-uZevu1mesCfcjYhRxih58YJrglptVquVI6qdh13Uv_GiWQI/s320/IMG_3334.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254329979963317041.post-48104569102427447642010-03-26T16:59:00.000-04:002010-03-26T16:59:16.099-04:00Rome, colorsI was thinking of <a href="http://www.ohbara.com/2010/02/paris-very-small-tour.html">this post</a> at Oh Bara when I went to Rome at the beginning of March.<br />
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I think the colors of Rome are beautiful.<br />
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There was this, too.<br />
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I went to the Villa Borghese for the first time. It was spring and beautiful. A girl holding a Roma guidebook asked me in Italian for directions to someplace. <br />
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I would like some potted citrus.<br />
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Sunday afternoon, my friend C drove us to <a href="http://www.vulcanobuono.it/">Vulcano Buono</a>, a mall built to look like a mountain from the outside -- hillside with grass growing on it, in which are doors into the mall. C and I were just interested in seeing what was there and picking anything up if it caught our eyes. And I was looking for one of those stovetop milk steamer/frother thingies for making cappucino at home. It was wonderful to spend the afternoon with C. We met during the orientation events and I liked her a lot; she seemed like my kind of person. She's been busy with family and work, so we haven't had a chance to hang out.<br />
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I don't think I've written much about the fashion situation here (if I'm wrong, just skip ahead, of course). I was a little anxious, fashion-wise, about coming to Italy. I mean, Dolce & Gabbana were my favorite designers for more than a decade. (Speaking of D&G, how awesome is <a href="http://www.modelinia.com/blog/taking-a-bow/13373">the top photo here</a>? Totally awesome.) Luckily, things are not too fancy in my zone. I've heard it's very different in Rome -- crazy fancy -- but my less-than-36-hours there didn't expose me to anything too humbling.<br />
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What I have noticed is that styles are much more rigid. There are not very many things one can wear and still be <i>alla moda</i>, unlike everywhere I've lived in the U.S., where there's quite a range of options that are all fashionable. For example, bootcut jeans? Frump. The only stylish option is skinnies tucked into knee-high boots. In our area, the boots are mostly flat, riding styles, with a high number of wedges thrown in. (I've heard that it's all stilettos in Rome, but in two months I've seen less than a dozen pairs here.)<br />
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Then there's the color thing: purple is in right now. And by "in," I mean that there's such widespread adherence to this trend that the pedestrian areas in the city look like they were art directed. Fully 60 percent of the people, the tall and the small, will be wearing something in some shade of purple: scarf, sweater, tie, shirt, pants, bag. All the window displays feature purple clothing. My friend E tells me that it was pink earlier in the year, but things have shifted. <br />
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It's kind of impressive, but I am a little worried about when the trend shifts again, because then my purple t-shirts and sweater and scarves (which I am glad I already had when I got here!) will be so clearly "last season" -- a phrase I have only ever used in jest before. At the same time, I am kind of sick of the purple at this point, and it's only been two months.<br />
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At any rate, I was thinking about this because as C and I browsed from store to store, we started burning out. This isn't really surprising since it turns out that we're well matched in liking to acquire cute things but not liking to actually shop. We only did the first floor before we hit retail overload. In one of the last stores we went into, C pinpointed one of the problems: every store has the same stuff. Choose your price point and your fabric, but the clothes are remarkably similar from one spot to the next. And there are only so many purple sweaters a girl can see before burning out.<br />
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It is the <i>saldi</i> -- sales -- period, though. (Sales are only at certain times of the year here.) I got four sweaters and a sweater dress in what felt kind of like my seasonal Target t-shirt run in the U.S., in terms of stocking up. None of these items were purple (teal, grey, greyed spruce, and navy). C got a scarf and leggings and a sweater. And then we stopped and had a glass of wine at the conveniently located wine bar to revive ourselves from all those purple and lavender and violet and raspberry sweaters we'd seen. <br />
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Unfortunately, the kitchen store on the first floor only had one stovetop milk steamer/frother thingy, and it had a design-y wooden handle and was too expensive, so I passed it up. Fortunately, I ran into my friend H at the gym yesterday, and she was down with joining me on another shopping expedition. We went to a lower-end mall that's closer to home, and I met with great success in crossing things off my list.<br />
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On the way there, I also lost the right side mirror off my car. Well, I guess <i>lost </i>isn't exactly accurate. I imagine that the impact I felt was my side mirror hitting a parked car's side mirror, but all the parked cars were fine and intact, and my mirror fixture is still there. The glass is just missing. Hm.<br />
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At any rate, I did get a milk steamer (need to find out the actual name of that thing). I already think I may get a different one -- what I passed up because I thought was too expensive is probably just about right for the quality.<br />
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I also found:<br />
<ul><li>the metal cross thingies (<i>riduttore X</i>, according to the shelf label) that go on the burner grates to make it so that I can sit the little <i>moka</i> (stovetop espresso maker) and little milk thingy on the stove and not have them fall through:</li>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Riduttore X</i>:<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy milk jug, sitting up above the burner:<br />
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</div><ul><li>espresso cups and saucers that are (1) plain white and (2) did not cost a ridiculous amount of money; I have demitasse cups in my fine china: <span id="goog_1263393346639"></span></li>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">but I wanted plain ones:<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">to go with my white Fiesta ware (which will arrive once we find out if our request to move is approved and know where we should have our things delivered)<br />
</div><ul><li>Viakal spray which is a scary don't-touch chemical that will thank goodness take care of the crazy calcium hard-water build-up on everything here</li>
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</div>And then the impulse buys: peach juice, my new favorite; squid ink pasta; and prosciutto crudo (already eaten). I eat a lot of prosciutto crudo these days. And by a lot, I mean . . . well, let's just say a lot, shall we?<br />
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Oh, and since I'm talking food, here's a picture of a bag of my favorite candy here so far:<br />
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The trip home from that mall turned into quite an adventure. We didn't go the right way for the highway, it turns out, so I switched on the GPS, which got us home . . . after a while. It was all surface streets, with no lights or lines on any part of the road, of course. Dark, raining, the only light streaming from oncoming headlights and no line at the shoulder to watch for guidance. It was great, though, because I had no qualms about slowing down as much as I wanted. I knew that anyone who thought I was too slow would just go around me. I love that.<br />
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So we wound around and went long ways on surface streets, and finally the nice GPS lady started directing us to something she just called an alley. And we had to turn under a giant concrete overpass-looking bridge with lots of chain link all around, which I was sure was going to abruptly become a dead end with lots of menacing types waiting for us. But instead we curved around some more and then came out behind our community. Phew! But wait!<br />
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We drove around and further around and further around outside the fence, thinking the GPS was taking us to the gate. But no! "Arriving at home, on right," she says. And, well, yes, there was my apartment . . . some distance away . . . on the other side of the fence.<br />
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So, home safe and with thrifting scores on top of all that, I'm wondering: what was your latest shopping score, retail or thrift?<br />
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As is evident from the sporadic posting I've done here, I've been having a bit of a hard time with exactly what and how I want to share things here. I find general accounts of travelling and photos of famous places to be fairly boring, but that's what I've been slipping into. It's easy. It doesn't take much time. I'll spare you the early-'00s-style agonizing over what to write on the Internet and what to keep to oneself. Suffice it to say that I'm tired of boring even myself.<br />
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I'm very excited about this new year, though. 2009 was an epic year for me, incredibly challenging and rewarding beyond anything I imagined:<br />
<ul><li> I <a href="http://www.dliflc.edu/index.html">became bilingual</a>.</li>
<li>I lived on California's central coast, one of the most beautiful places on earth.</li>
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<ul><li>I was challenged intellectually and emotionally in ways I never had been challenged before.</li>
<li>I moved twice in eight months . . . <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">. . . from the west coast . . .<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">. . . to the east coast . . . .<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">to Europe.<br />
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</div><ul><li>I celebrated a landmark birthday (at the beach, as is my custom).</li>
<li>On that birthday, I had earth-shaking revelations about events and beliefs that had been shaping my life for decades.</li>
<li>I spent most of the spring, summer, and fall fighting to pull myself out of depression over and over again.</li>
<li>I spent most of the spring, summer, and fall doing intense personal work, examining what I was realizing, what was being revealed.</li>
<li>One day back in January, I realized I was about to start shrieking from stress and despair, so I put on my tennis shoes and went for a walk. As the year went by, I ended up losing 15 pounds and getting in the best shape of my adult life.</li>
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</div><ul><li>I ran my first 5K and finished seven minutes faster than I anticipated. <br />
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<li>I learned how to make a life and keep going without a job, without friends close to me geographically, without a church home.</li>
<li>I made so many new and wonderful friends.</li>
<li>I saw spectacular fireworks, unobscured by fog.</li>
<li>I adored my first crab boil.</li>
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</div><ul><li>I drove all the way across the country, from sea to shining sea.</li>
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<ul><li>I lived in the east for the first time.</li>
<li>I got to visit my best friend twice in one year.</li>
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</div><ul><li>I traveled by train.</li>
<li>I learned a new and foreign public transportation system. <br />
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<li>I sold my motorcycle, making the last quarter of 2009 the first time in 11 years that I didn't own at least one motorcycle.</li>
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</div><ul><li>I bought a bicycle, making the last quarter of 2009 the first time in 17 years that I owned a bicycle.</li>
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<ul><li>I discovered the joy and miracle of Skype. </li>
<li>I climbed a volcano.</li>
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<ul><li>I was continually astounded and humbled by my husband's love, integrity, work ethic, consideration and generosity.</li>
<li>I was continually moved by the love and generosity of my friends and family members around the globe.</li>
</ul>I haven't made New Year's resolutions on a regular basis for some years. Instead, for last couple of years I've followed <a href="http://christinekane.com/blog/resolution-revolution-a-better-way-to-start-your-year/">Christine Kane's practice of choosing a word for the year</a>. I usually review my word on my birthday, since I was born just a few days off from the exact mid-point of the year. Back in San Diego, my friend B and I would go to the beach on the day between our birthdays (we were born two days apart) and review our paths and our words for the year. <br />
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Coincidentally, my word for 2009 was <i>release, </i>the word Christine Kane used as an example in the 2007 post that I linked above. I didn't choose it for any of the reasons she mentions in her post, and it didn't particularly resonate for me in any of the ways she describes as possible outcomes. That's the beauty of choosing your word for the year -- it will work on and within you in a completely personal way.<br />
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I chose <i>release</i> thinking that I needed to let go of the need to control everything, to be right, to be perfect or at least appear that way. I scrawled the word on a piece of paper and taped it to the wall across from where I sat in my home office so that I saw it whenever I looked up from working or doing homework. And as the year went by, there were many times when I laughed -- often somewhat bitterly -- over having chosen that word. I could almost hear God saying, <i>You want to learn about releasing? Really? Okay . . . here you go . . . </i><br />
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With each challenge I had, I found the need to release was key to moving on: release my desperate attachment to San Diego, to California, and to people<i> </i>I met and bonded with there; release my habitual ways of reacting and making decisions; release my identification with my past job; release my fear of feeling anything, of reaching out, of letting go.<br />
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When I let go, I found myself always in a better place -- that place was the present, where I was actually living.<br />
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I can't say that I mastered <i>release. </i>The word, the act, could be a lifelong project.<br />
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I can say that I am a different person now from who I was 12 months ago, just about all for the better. I am awed by how far I have come, how much I have learned, and how that has transformed my world. 2009 was, I guess, objectively agonizing. But looking back, all I see are miracles and grace.<br />
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My word for 2010 is <i>unfold, </i>inspired by a birthday card sent to me by my dear friend S, and by a transformative conversation I had with my dear friend <a href="http://bluepoppy.omworks.com/">E</a>.<br />
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</div>I'm excited. It's going to be great -- it already is great! With <i>release, </i>I felt that I had a pretty clear idea of what I wanted to gain from the word, although I knew, of course, that I'd get so much more than that. What a ride it turned out to be.<br />
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With <i>unfold, </i>however, I do not have that same sanguine confidence that I had a year ago. <i>Unfold</i> is already, right from the very beginning, a mystery, a little scary, a gloriously big box of wonder.<br />
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It's already begun to work in my life, as we look at the possibility of trying to move from our gorgeous little community down into the city. I have no idea if it will happen, but I've put out my intention and I feel joy and contentment as I walk forward to see what will unfold.<br />
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2010 is unfolding all around me, and I wish you a year full of both exhilaration and peace, of joy and discovery.<br />
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With less than 36 hours in the city, we didn't try to do too much. As far as major sites, we saw the Trevi Fountain on Saturday night, which was absolutely gorgeous all lit up. I had no idea it was so big! I'd seen pictures of it, and of course seen <i>La Dolce Vita, </i>but I still somehow didn't quite get it. Just beautiful.<br />
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Sunday, we tried going to the Vatican to tour the basilica and museum, which are free on the last Sunday of the month. Unfortunately, after standing in line for about an hour, we were turned away because of a pocket knife we weren't willing to toss. It was a little frustrating since the scanners picked up the knife but not the multi-tool (with knife blade) that I carry in my make-up bag, but the day was not lost. The Piazza San Pietro was still beautiful, complete with enormous Christmas tree and Nativity (presepio, nacimento, creche, what-have-you . . .).<br />
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After wandering around the square, we walked down to the river and along to <a href="http://www.castelsantangelo.com/index.asp">Castel Sant'Angelo</a>. <br />
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</div>After a trip to the restroom that featured three workmen trying to open a stall door to release the woman trapped inside, we headed up the ramp that winds around inside the castle. I had a much greater sense of the age of the building than I have at the other sites we've visited. I could smell the stonework.<br />
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The view was amazing, too.<br />
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More compelling than just the castle, though, was the exhibition going on through the end of January: <a href="http://www.carabinieri.it/Internet/Cittadino/Informazioni/Eventi/2009/Settembre/20090921_CastelSantAngelo.htm">L'Arma per l'Arte: Antologia di Meraviglie</a>. This was a trove of artwork that had been stolen and recovered by the carabinieri, the theme being the carabinieri's role in protecting Italy's cultural heritage. The paintings, sculptures, and religious objects were stunning. The placards for each piece featured the usual information (title, artist, and date), plus two other dates: <i>Furto </i>(theft) and <i>Recupero</i> (recovery). Almost every recovery was made within five years, although one of my favorite pieces, the "Madonna Salomon," painted by Giovanni Bellini, was missing for 27 years!<br />
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Oh, and we also discovered a statue of Voldemort there at the castle:<br />
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Although my impressions were somewhat skewed by it being a holiday weekend, I really noticed the wide streets, mellower traffic, clean air, and different accent/dialect. I could understand so much of what I heard around me, which was great for my self-esteem. It was also strange to hear so much English when we were at Piazza San Pietro; I've never experienced that in the city here.<br />
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Best of all was getting to catch up with our friends. They were incredibly generous with their time, their home, and all their resources; and we got to chat for hours. Cosmopolitan European capitals may be great, but friends are better.<br />
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. . . then walking around quartiere Chiaia.<br />
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So the Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend, walking through the park near church, we came upon a group of people doing . . . something. As we approached, I realized it was a dance rehearsal. Of course, I stopped to watch. It looked kind of familiar, and also very fun.<br />
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Besides the director, I immediately pinpointed another girl who really knew what she was doing -- and looked cool and nice, too. Before moving, I'd resolved to take dance classes in town in order to both have fun, get better, and integrate a little more into the city. So I decided to stay until there was enough of a break to ask if they were from a local dance school and to get more information.<br />
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At about this point, I realized why the choreography and counts being sung out looked and sounded familiar: they were rehearsing <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=un3-Hb9wF9s">the zombie dance from "Thriller"</a>!<br />
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When the chance came, I went up and talked to the girl I'd noticed from the beginning, and she invited me to join them. I was nervous and went back to stand on the side, but after a couple of minutes, I realized I was being ridiculous. I went on over and joined in.<br />
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The irony is that I am possibly the only American girl my age who didn't learn the Thriller dance in elementary school. As a result, I was at least a beat and a half behind everybody for the couple of run-throughs I did. If you look very, very carefully, you may be able to see <a href="http://www.vimeo.com/7900819">the visual evidence</a>.<br />
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Nevertheless, when rehearsal was over, one of the girls told me I was <i>brava,</i> and offered to give me more information on the event they were preparing for. Next thing I knew, I'd exchanged contact information with G and A. Then (another) A came up and introduced herself, letting me know that they were probably getting together to practice at her place during the week, and that she'd get me the information when they had finalized the plan!<br />
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Y'all! Seriously! I could not stop smiling! I skipped on the way back from the grocery store that night! We were all Facebook friends within a day or two, and they sent me links to videos from previous rehearsals so I could practice.<br />
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And practice I did, for about two hours Monday night. During this session, I made the unpleasant discovery that my ability to correctly follow someone who's dancing while facing me had disappeared over the years. I kept mirroring instead, using my right for her left. Agh! My solution? Turning my back to the computer with my head craned around. Then I graduated to being at 90 degrees to the screen. Also, I should mention here that I have never taken a jazz or hip hop class <i>in my life. </i>I was determined, however, to not show up at A's looking like a fool.<br />
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Unfortunately, taking care of details for the move into our new apartment (!) wiped out any rehearsing Tuesday or Wednesday. Fortunately, I have retained the attribute of having steps and combinations sink into the muscle and stay there so that they can be called up later. This was fortunate, because I did indeed go down to the city Thursday night to rehearse!<br />
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We were in an apt. in a neighborhood near the Duomo. I got to the building's massive front doors at the same time as F (whom I recognized from Sunday) and yet another A (to whom I was promptly introduced). They rang the bell, announced us, and opened the small door that was cut into the ginormous doors.<br />
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I followed them up, up, up the stairs, arriving at last at an apartment painted in bright colors, containing four new friends, a giant and sweet orange and white Persian cat named Romeo, and an amazing collection of more than three dozen vintage Polaroid cameras. G and A arrived soon after, and we shoved aside the furniture to start rehearsing.<br />
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</div>It was so gratifying to be able to keep up fairly well, thanks to my work Monday night -- and to be able to keep up fairly well in Italian as well. Everyone spoke English, so they were able to switch if I needed it, but 90 percent of the conversation stayed in Italian. It's a good thing my instructors couldn't hear me, though -- especially by the end of the night when I was all full of the pasta somebody made for dinner, and my brain was worn out -- because my grammar and vocabulary were pretty hideous. But I did it!<br />
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I was totally busted on the dance thing, too. A asked me if I'd danced before, and passing by, (another) G pointed and announced in English: "You dance!" I had to 'fess up. Later, A asked how long I'd studied, and after the number of years came out, asked "classico?" I assented, and she said and gestured that she could tell by how I carried my shoulders and back. (I still need to get the scoop on her dance background, which is clearly substantial.)<br />
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So what was all of this <i>for, </i>anyway? A <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flash_mob">flash mob</a> tribute to Michael Jackson, performing the Thriller dance in the <a href="http://images.google.it/images?q=piazza%20del%20plebiscito%20napoli">Piazza del Plebiscito</a> on Sunday!<br />
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</div>I got there at 10:30, ripped white t-shirt in hand and scissors in my bag to help others appropriately zombify their clothes. I followed the lead of a guy who dropped a ripped but clean shirt onto the ground and then did the Twist on it in order to age it and get it dirty, then followed the example of some of the girls and used red lipstick to add some blood stains.<br />
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</div>More and more people showed up in various stages of zombie-hood, and small groups were marking the steps. I met many more people, including one guy who is a really excellent dancer -- so sharp. (You can see him at the edge of the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78IV4EVqCa8">video here</a>.) I was completely flattered when A identified me as someone who danced, then bummed when he immediately asked me if I could moonwalk and I had to say no.<br />
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</div>As the crowd grew, the <a href="http://www.evoluzionedanza.it/docenti.asp?id=13">choreographer</a> rallied everyone 'round and gave last minute directions over the church bells that had started pealing.<br />
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And then we were off! It felt fantastic to be dancing full out, music up, and <i>doing</i> it. We hit the last, scary-laugh note way too soon for me, and then everyone was congratulating everyone else and full of relief that we'd made it.<br />
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That was when I found out that I'd seriously misunderstood the event. That first performance wasn't it. The group was trooping around and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HeIcF8Ink0">performing in different piazzas</a> through the city! A had actually mentioned this when I first approached her the week before, but I'd misunderstood and thought it just applied to the rehearsals, which had been in various locations throughout the city for the preceding month.<br />
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I had to miss out on the rest of the day, though. Some friends from Rome had planned to come down to do some shopping either Sunday or Tuesday, and we'd gotten a call that they'd made it on Sunday and had just arrived.<br />
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The girls were dismayed -- no no, it wasn't over! Wasn't I going to come with them? And everyone was going out for lunch afterward! No!<br />
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I was disappointed. I felt like I'd barely gotten started -- which of course, I had. But I'd committed to meeting my other friends, whom I hadn't seen in more than eight months, and I was incredibly anxious to start the public transit trek home.<br />
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I'm just beaming that I got to participate in this event. I felt so welcomed by the city, by my new friends, by the entire community taking part in the event. When I saw that rehearsal in the park, it was as though the city were giving me a sign: yes, here, you belong here. And I've laughed and smiled more in connection with this than with most other things over the last several months. I'm a happy, lucky girl.<br />
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</div>A couple of ladies from housekeeping came by to clean while I was cooking, saying just "Cleaning!" at the door, and then one of them asked me "Turkey? <i>Tacchino</i>?" I answered in Italian, and thus launched my longest Italian conversation here to date. It was so fun! They basically wanted to know: What is the deal with the turkey??<br />
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I explained that I wasn't cooking turkey, that our oven was probably too small. How is it prepared? How is it cooked? Roasted, and I pulled out my November <i>Everyday Food</i> to show a photo -- Oh, like we cook chicken. Yes, it's the same. And I explained the stuffing.<br />
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A bit later, they wanted to know what I was cooking in particular, so I showed and explained that, too; and we talked a bit about practicalities around the apartment. So fun, so satisfying. <br />
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Eric came up later in the day, bringing the Italian half of the meal: salami, cheese, and bread. We feasted and watched the earliest of the football games before turning in for the night. It was a bit small and quiet, and there was no turkey, but it was such a nice day nonetheless.<br />
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We all slept in this morning, and there was much coffee and good conversation before we set out on our respective errands. Eric headed to an office here, and we went over to housing . . . in the pouring rain. Luckily, having gone through the three-day nor'easter right before leaving Virginia made me much less inclined to whine about getting wet despite having an umbrella.<br />
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We picked up the key to the available apartment and walked over (still in the rain) to check it out. It's gorgeous! The rooms aren't big compared to our last two places; but it's super, super, super nice. Fantastic condition, great appliances (six-burner stove! brand-new washer!), awesome cupboard and storage space, two balconies. We look out onto grass instead of the parking, and it's just lovely in every way. We move in Wednesday. I can't wait!<br />
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??? <br />
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The bus didn't make it back in time today, so I guess we'll see what's up tomorrow. I've gone from fine and dandy with living here to thrilled and excited to get to live in town (esp. after <i>being</i> in town on Sunday) to disappointed to have to live here to remembering that this is what I thought was going to happen in the first place. <br />
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When we went back the next day, the girl said, Oh yeah, that rate is only good for 30 days after you put credit on the phones; then the rate goes up to 20 cents. And when we said that we wouldn't have put 50 Euro on each phone if we'd known that, since we wouldn't be using it up, she shrugged and said that it didn't matter what the rate was if we weren't going to be using the minutes. Things went downhill from there, and although it didn't get too ugly, I definitely wanted to give a little feedback. Plus, phone interview in Italian? Yes, please! I could have seen if I still have chops. <br />
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Anyway.<br />
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So, Sunday. Sunday rocked.<br />
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Ben and Kiko offered to give us a ride downtown to the church we were planning on attending, which was much easier than figuring out public transit with a deadline (i.e., the beginning of the service). We left an hour and a half before we needed to be there and arrived with 40 minutes to spare.<br />
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Being right in the city for the first time was fantastic. First, Ben is the best introduction to local driving I can imagine. He's completely calm, absolutely laid back. As a result, I'm calm, too. I see all the chaos around us, but since he seems to be utterly unaffected by it, I don't get stressed out either. His chill approach and my own observations, plus all the information I've received and videos I've seen about the infamous local drivers, have combined with my own brain waves and appetites. The result? I <i>cannot wait </i>to start driving here!<br />
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Yes, I realize I am insane. I figure that it's not unprecedented, though. My first car was a '69 Saab with four on the tree. I was confident no one would ever steal it, as long as I parked nose-in, because no one would be able to figure out how to put it in reverse. Several years later, I learned to drive Southern California rush hour in a '63 Chevy three-quarter ton pickup with manual brakes. That was also when I learned to drive by mirrors alone, because the rear windshield was small enough that turning check my blind spot gave me only a view of the interior wall of the cab. This environment is just another jump up the driving ladder, right?<br />
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But I believe I was trying to talk about Sunday.<br />
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We brought our GPS, but the battery was dying, and the directions seemed to lag a few seconds behind our actual location, which bought us some scenic byways and loops. We made it eventually, though, and I loved getting to see all the streets and shops and buildings.<br />
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After thanking Ben and Kiko profusely (there are many, many baked goods in their future; I'm working on some right now, but without an oven thermometer -- fingers crossed!), we walked around a farmers market and went down to the water.<br />
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The service was nice, although not the norm because the bishop visiting and there being a confirmation. Also, we were told that a good part of the congregation was doing a run on Vesuvius. Everyone was extremely welcoming and friendly. We met several people I'm sure we'll run into again around and about (one of whom I did see yesterday).<br />
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After staying for a potluck lunch of spare ribs, shepherds pie, and a Nigerian rice dish, among other things, we got in touch with Eric and headed out to his neighborhood, west of downtown. By "headed out," I mean got information from a parishioner about where and how to catch the metro, then headed up the street . . . until we got to a big flight of stairs. This prompted discussion: They said "up the hill." Did they mean all the way up the steps? This little map (from the church ad) makes it look like the place is parallel to this street, not perpendicular. Surely they would have told us if we were going to go up the stairs? Maybe?<br />
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We turned instead, saw fewer and fewer signs that we were going the right way, until I spotted a big "M" and an arrow. Yes!<br />
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Following the metro signs took us through a shopping alley, all shuttered for Sunday, of course, and into the right piazza, which probably was at the top of the stairs. (We'll get to figure that out this week.)<br />
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Okay, piazza. Metro. Metro ticket machine.<br />
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A woman turned and asked for change. I didn't understand quite what the problem was, but she was happy to give us 50 cents in exchange for 20. Uh, okay. As she and the man with her struggled to get tickets, I asked if the other machine was broken, and she shrugged, then moved over and had . . . success!<br />
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It turns out that one of the two machines wouldn't take bills. The other was very persnickety about what coins it would take and if you were holding your mouth right when you tried to insert the coins. Plus, it would only accept exact change. Even though we were willing to lose the 30 cents, it wouldn't give tickets to anyone who overpaid -- hence the odd change exchange.<br />
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Getting our metro tickets involved watching a group of three men working to get their tickets for about five minutes, including banging, peering into the machine, trying various combinations of coins, and getting five cents from a girl who'd walked up.<br />
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. . . and that is something that was amazing to me: people were willing to ask others around them for help with coins or making change, and everyone there was perfectly happy to go through their pockets to see if they could lend a hand. Very different, very cool. There was such a friendly feeling about it -- or rather, just a relaxed vibe among all the people, even in the midst of the frustration with the machines.<br />
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We ended up going and getting a piece of candy from a bar (Italian bar = American coffee shop) so that we had coins, but then we didn't have exact change, so I went and begged change from the little old man behind the register. Another difference from the U.S.: no hassle about getting change. I love it, because we were finally able to put 2.20€ in the machine and get our blessed tickets!<br />
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The ride out to Pozzuoli made me even happier than I had been in the city. I saw lots and lots of citrus trees, full of fruit, and morning glories. I felt even more at home since I associate those plants with San Diego.<br />
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We walked around the neighborhood with Eric for a couple of hours, starting off in a spectacular way with this ruined amphitheater that's just a minute or two from the metro station.<br />
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</div> The area is right by the water, with a big promenade that was just built this year. Seeing another friend was good for the heart and soul, and I was so glad to catch up on a lot of the news of the last eight months.<br />
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</div>Finishing up our visit, I had my first espresso when we stopped at Eric's favorite bar, which was luckily open on Sunday. I didn't use the sugar packet provided me, since I don't like sugar in my American coffee, so it was an intense experience. Good, though, and good fuel for the rest of the night.<br />
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On the metro trip back into the city and the central train station, I saw a group of seven scouts, probably about 14 years old. At first I thought I saw something like a school tie around one boy's neck, and then around a girl's. But as they started getting off the metro a few at a time, I realized I was seeing rolled up kerchiefs, and they each had backpacks and other gear. It was so cool!<br />
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By the time we reached Piazza Garibaldi, got off the metro, got into the train station, and found the departures board, we had almost an hour to wait for the next train to our stop. We went ahead and bought a couple more tickets, because the ones we had were good for 140 minutes, but we realized that by the time we got off the train and boarded the bus (the final leg home), we would have exceeded that time limit.<br />
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We boarded the train early, and about five minutes after it was supposed to leave, I noticed a group of the teenage soccer fans who'd been on the platform were walking by outside making the "cut off" gesture -- moving their hands horizontally across their throats.<br />
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I'd been a little nervous when I saw these groups of kids -- probably a couple or three dozen in our car and the next, in groups of four to ten friends apiece. They were all wearing the light blue scarves for <a href="http://www.sscnapoli.it/">the local team</a>, 99% of them boys between 14 and 20 years old, a lot of them with impressive diamond studs in their ears. I've never seen so many beautiful teenage boys at one time outside of a Calvin Klein ad. They were having a good time, but having read so many police-blotter stories from Italian papers over the last year, plus hearing lots about the soccer hooligan culture in some places, I was a bit anxious. They were really impressive, too: <br />
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So within a minute of that one group of kids walking by, making the "no go" gesture, everybody on the packed train car was up out of their seats and rushing for the door -- but no one knew what was going on. <i>Cosa succede? Cosa succede?</i> the other ladies were asking me, grabbing their purses and shopping bags. <i>Non lo so, non lo so,</i> I was answering. I didn't know, but if everyone on the train was suddenly rushing to get off? I was sure as heck getting off, too. <br />
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Outside, everyone was hurrying, rushing down the concrete platform, breaking into a run, jumping down onto the gravel and crossing the tracks between the trains. Just as I was debating whether we should follow them (my grandfather worked for the railroad, and train safety has been drilled into me since I was tiny), I heard the end of an announcement: <i>. . . il diciotto sei . . . Caserta . . . invece di binario cinque</i>. Okay, different train -- not on track 5 anymore --<br />
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We realized it at the same time, jumped down between the trains, and started running after everybody else, trying to move as fast as possible while being quiet and focused enough to get the new track number . . . <i>undici</i>! Yes! Okay, 5 to 11 isn't too far . . . and soon enough we were part of the crowd, pushing to get on the new train, all the<i> tifosi,</i> the soccer fans, laughing and shoving in this one last excitement on game day.<br />
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The new train pulled out about half an hour late. On the ride, there was some excitement from a man who might have been crazy, might have been drunk. At first I thought the group of six or so boys in his part of the car were taunting him (I was stereotyping -- they were white teen boys, he was a middle-aged black man, I'd seen several fascist graffiti slogans throughout the day), but then I realized that they were cautiously bemused, willing to confront and interact with him to some extent, but simply reacting to his loud declarations and pronouncements. The couple in the seats facing us, and the others I could see in our part of the car, were reacting just as we were, just as anyone does when there is a possibly crazy/drunk person on the public transit: keeping an ear out to monitor the situation and exchanging glances and raised eyebrows or weary smiles with the other non-crazy, non-drunk people.<br />
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We arrived in our station without incident, though, and went outside to wait for the bus.<br />
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This turned out to be the hitch.<br />
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We had directions from Eric and from the travel office, but of course it was after dark (sunset is before five o'clock), and we knew we'd be catching the very last bus of the night . . . which never came. Or else we were in the wrong place after all.<br />
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We were undaunted, though, because we are fortunate enough to be blessed with Ben, who arrived 20 minutes after we placed the rescue call, even though he'd never been to that station before. So we were scooped up, got to save our additional transit tickets, didn't have to walk miles in the dark on the unlit highway with no shoulder or pay upward of 20€ for a cab, had a nice chat with Ben, and were deposited on our doorstep . . . right at the same time that our neighbors, who were on our flight over, were coming in from their day of sightseeing. They invited us over for prosciutto and cheese and bread and wine, but we were so tired that we declined, only to have them bring over a plate of goodies about ten minutes later.<br />
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We gobbled them up while watching the Pentagon channel, and I schemed about all the gratitude baking I planned to do. I just took my <a href="http://orangette.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-kind-of-bridal.html">go-to banana sweet</a> out of the oven as I was writing this evening. (I figured out the oven!) I'll be returning our neighbors' plate all filled up with the yumminess tomorrow since it's too late tonight. I also got supplies for <a href="http://www.kingpod.com/">pumpkin cupcakes</a> (mailorder #4 recipe card), <a href="http://rosylittlethings.typepad.com/posie_gets_cozy/2008/10/sour-cream-appl.html">sour cream apple pie</a>, and <a href="http://www.howtocookeverything.tv/recipe.php%3Fnid=190.html">pecan pie</a> -- all for Thanksgiving. (I confess that I'm using premade crusts. Even with Janelle's hands-on tutorial in October, I'm just not up for pie crust right now, with a wine bottle as makeshift rolling pin and so on. Maybe for Christmas.)<br />
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I'm going to check with Ben re: allergies and preferences, but I'm thinking pumpkin cupcakes and that <a href="http://orangette.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-kind-of-bridal.html">banana chocolate cinnamon sugar goodness</a> for him and Kiko. Don't you agree?<br />
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Working backward, I loved walking back from the gym tonight after dark, completely relaxed and safe. The gym itself is very nice, and I plan to make an appointment with one of the trainers as soon as all the in-processing stuff is finished. It felt great to run today; I've missed working out as often as I was before moving. I've been achy and a bit headachy, and I know I haven't been drinking enough water -- all things that exercise fixes.<br />
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More good information today. I met a couple of people from the organization with which I volunteered in Virginia and got flyers from a bunch of other groups. Highlights included presentations on mail (really!) and receiving our stuff.<br />
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Sunday was fantastic, but it is 12 minutes till my bedtime, so I'm pushing that story and its accompanying photos to tomorrow. I am still getting the hang of all this -- feeling much more fatigue than I think I should be, even though I seem to be sleeping through the night, and just not on my game with time management.<br />
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Continuing to work backward, the cool window coverings are just considered shutters, or <i>persiane.</i> I'd seen the word before but couldn't remember it. My friend Marilyn provided it for me at dinner Saturday night. The antipasto at that dinner included at least three different preparations of octopus, among other things. My favorites were the long tendril-y guys served warm with a bit of red sauce and oil and greens.<br />
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I'm continuing to pass internal mile markers. Just as I was beginning to wake up Saturday morning, I had that experience of realizing, <i>Oh . . . I'm . . . still here.</i> What with this being my third move in 16 months, I know the feeling is pretty standard. I just passed the point that my subconscious considered reasonable for vacation. Yep, still here . . .<br />
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I had a great time at the mall, and how often do you get to say that? It was wonderful to get out, and I loved getting to spend some more time with our sponsor and his wife. While we were there, I picked up an inexpensive set of measuring cups and spoons to tide me over baking-wise until our first shipment gets here in a few weeks. I also got a broom, handles and heads sold separately. I liked getting to mix and match, plus maybe it will be good for replacement purposes? Maybe the head will wear out first, or I'll . . . I don't know, accidentally run over the handle and be spared buying an entire new broom?<br />
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A stop into a travel office sorted out the bus/train/metro situation for getting into town. The bad news is that being in the boonies, the last bus out this far is at 7:20 p.m. The good news is that the daytime is still fully workable, and once a car enters the mix, I can cut out the bus, and the train and metro run late.<br />
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We saw California friends this evening, too, down from Rome to do some shopping. Friends make the world go 'round sometimes, don't you think? It was fantastic to see them, and to get input on this entire experience from people who already know us. They understand our personalities and our inclinations in our native habitat, so to speak; and we know them, so we all know how to weigh each other's advice and opinions much better.<br />
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Yesterday we learned about housing. It's possible we won't live here, and if we don't, it turns out that we also won't be living anywhere that's been identified as having toxic water, which is nice. I'm pretty sanguine about housing at the moment -- nothing to be done about it till next week, at any rate.<br />
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It is so, so wonderful to be back in a climate like this -- cool and damp in the evenings, sunny and warm during the day. <br />
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I'm very eager to get out into town. Very. That project is commencing today, with full execution tomorrow for sure. I can't wait!<br />
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I slept for 12 hours after arriving yesterday evening, then had coffee and went for a run this morning. The weather is gorgeous, reminding me very much of Southern California, my favorite place.<br />
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The windows in the temporary apartment all have awesome covers that roll up and down, completely blocking light and shutting out most sound when they're closed. They have joined San Diego's security screen doors on my list of regional innovations that should be everywhere. <br />
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I am also a big fan of the awnings that can be lowered to give more shade/privacy as desired.<br />
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Everyone has said that living on this site is just like being in the United States. I disagree. I'm sure it's much more like the U.S. than not, and I may feel differently after a few months, but this is not exactly the same. Tile floors, the awesome window coverings, bidets, extremely excellent flat-leaf parsley, fresh gnocchi for only $1 a package, and Italian radio in the grocery store are all different. Not enormously, maybe, but enough so that I can tell I'm somewhere else.<br />
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Victories today include figuring out how to light the stove burners (hold in that button with the star on it while turning the knob) and cooking dinner with no cutting board or cooking utensils (just table cutlery). It's good.<br />
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A record to look at the next time I declare that I haven't accomplished anything:<br />
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Saturday:<br />
- bought two full-size suitcases (so big!)<br />
- picked up perfume and mascara (entailed trip to farther-away mall)<br />
- got cat litter (another trip)<br />
- made appointment to have car serviced<br />
- got quotes to have exhaust resonator replaced<br />
- bought groceries <br />
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Today:<br />
- got exhaust resonator replaced (for 1/3 of estimated dealer cost)<br />
- made note on calendar to empty out car before movers get here<br />
- took four items to be altered (fingers crossed -- new place)<br />
- got information for obtaining appraisal for china<br />
- decreased mess on desk by 15 minutes<br />
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The house catty-corner from us had individual glowsticks hanging in the trees. It must have been a lot of work, but the effect was wonderful.<br />
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