Archive for December, 2008

New York Fuckin City

Here I am, back again.

I’ve been staying with my friends Este and Alyson for a few days now; I just got back from class Yoga to the People so I’m nice and smelly and feeling cleansed.  I feel pretty ready for 2009, new places to go, new and I can already say with confidence better President, and another year of new questions and answers.  Now I’m not one for resolutions; I prefer not to put a date on when I make resolutions because then I’d procrastinate more than I already do.  I shoot for the fall season instead as a time of quitting and beggining habits.  I just want to continue to be open minded and appreciative.  Thanks to my family, new friends, and old for making 2008 wonderful, see you next year!



Happy Holidays!



dsc_02912Polaroid from the Flight out of Frankfurt

It Felt Like Years Disguised as Moments


Saturday Market in SGV


The best restaurant in SGV, Osteria D’Angelo.  My eyes are all a twinkle cause I was close to tears saying goodbye.


Oh how much we grew, my fast growing plant friend


When I got to SGV this was two teeny tiny little streams

Nell’Amore con un Paese

In Love with a Country

I leave for Seattle early Monday morning.  It’s Friday.  Italy and I both know it’s coming but we have our cappucino and cornetto like it’s any other day.

Italy and I have had an ongoing love affair for quite some time.  Sometimes Italy is like the love I know isn’t going to pan out; we keep taking each other back even though we’ve witnessed the long awkward pauses before responding to questions about our future together.  After a weekend in the country side I feel I would be content to give up on my career dreams to have a small house and a job waitressing in a small town just so Italy and I could be together.  Then something reminds me of why that can’t be, like Berlusconi and his suntan comment.  Ugh, sometimes I feel like I don’t even know you Italy.

I go to my parents for a while and hope that Italy wises up while I’m away.  My friends say you can’t change a country but I know deep down it’s such an amazing place, just a little stuck in the past, if only it would stop following every bit of advice from it’s friend Vatican City.

So I await the grand gesture which usually comes in the form of fate or gut instinct.  When all of a sudden everything in my life lines up again for me to go back to Italy; and really wasn’t I happier when we were together?  So what if Italy is a bit conventional, I don’t mind when a guy helps me with my luggage and often times I miss such rituals when I’m back with the states.  And sure England has more money and my Mom likes it more but that’s no reason to love a place.

And what about America, the one I grew up with?  Or France my first love, from when I was younger and wore my heart on my sleeve.  Plus there’s always other places in the sea, I mean I never went on that date with Japan and sure Germany was a bit callous on that first trip but maybe I just need to get to know it better.  Maybe finding love with a place isn’t one of those things you can force, some people say they tried for years then one day they realized it was right in front of them all along.  That place you spend the rest of your life with.

Part of me really thought Italy could be the one though, maybe I was fooling myself.  The other day while I was packing my bags and sipping some Chianti Classico one of our songs came on, Mina “Parole Parole Parole.” Oh Italy, how can I leave you? And sure we say we’ll get back together when the timing is better but everybody says that when they leave a country.

dscn0127Back in 2005, so young, so in love with Italy


photo-144My first day in San Giovanni Valdarno




I suppose time will tell but I know I’ll always think back fondly on our time together.  Ciao per adesso il mio Amore.

On the Way Home

The train was crowded, twenty minutes inritardo (late), and near silent.  Everyone seemed to be simultaneously lost in thought. I was half standing half perching on my suitcase facing the profile of a tall man with a gray sweater and legs that stretched out into the aisle.  In his lap a little girl laid limp, her curls slightly matted to her fore head in a way that only happens in deep sleep.  His wife stirred and decided to grab her coat which was tucked between them.  He shifted this way and that to help her while the little girl just flopped a bit revealing the two slightly damp spots she’d left on his sweater.

He looked like the type of man that doesn’t speak much more than when necessary or when it really suits him.  His jeans were dark, fitted, but not too tight and even though the situation seemed comfortable beyond the point of worrying too much about your appearance his collar was starched and his shoes were a combination of dress and casual, black with a purposefully shaped toe.  He seemed very Italian but perhaps with close German cousins.

The little girls curls slipped delicately through his hands and wrapped behind her ear.  He brushed away some crumbs on her cheek, gave a habitual glance to his wife and other daughter, then continued to stare ahead.

Suddenly I was happy to be going home next week.  I stopped thinking of lists and felt my thumb brush over my fingertips.  I want to sit on my couch at home, tuck my feet under my thighs and glance at my family without thinking too much.  It’s those moments that are so comfortable and well worn that you are constantly too close and too far from recreating them.


My Life is Full

La mia vita e’ piena! Non ho avuto tempo libero per questo blog, mi dispiace!


I’ve been ignoring the blog, which bums me out a bit but, it’s because I’ve had so many things to do which makes me feel really lucky.  I think I was a bit overwhelmed with trying to write or show pictures of every place I visited, it’s just not possible.  Allora, once things are a tad less hectic (because not being hectic at all wouldn’t be my life or preference) I’ll be back in the saddle again.  Until then; go drink some vin brulee or cider and read these fabulous blogs:

I’m sure I’m missing some, deal with it.