Sometimes you have to take a step back and realize that things are just just meant to be. On the way out of Davis and to SFO we had quite the stressful journey. First when we got on the 5 we somehow just missed a huge traffic back up only to hit a 5 mph slow down a few miles up the road. After a nail biting 15 minutes we passed a semi truck full of wood that had caught fire. Phew... then once we hit the lovely, hot spot of Stockton a large black cloud similar to Eyeores friendly partner decided to stick with us and meet our car at the front of a traffic blockage of yet another car engulfed in flames. We arrived just before the fireman and had the lovely opportuinty to watch them put it out. Ok fire two, check. All along my goal was to reach the airport by 3:30pm but at this point things were looking quite grim. As if I wasnt stressed enough as is about leaving I now had the lovely "missing the plane "detail to add. Thankfully our car was being watched out for beacuse when my Mom turned off the engine outside of my gate the clock read 3:30pm EXACTLY.
The night I spent in Chicago and the next day at the O Hare airport ready to board. 9 hours and 15 minutes later I touched down in Rome ready to head to Cinque Terre only to discover that there had been a train wreck, and FIRE on the route that I was susposed to take. Go figure. So now I sit and write to you from Claudias fathers office in Bologna. Full of pasta, gelatto and fine Italian beer. Little Ludovia keeps running in here screaming things in Italian and laughing.... I laugh back but am secrectly a bit worried about what the heck she is saying. Man its going to be in interesting two months. Tomorrow we head to the sea for a summer beach time. I sure hope that I can survive.
ciao tutti!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
What is it about moving that reveals your worst habits? Oh, right..... it must have been all of my possessions sprawled across the front lawn of my house and all of the people driving by wondering how much they cost. hmmm, a bit embarrassing. After hours of moving, the two SUV's packed to the brim and "trailer" filled with furniture we made it to my cousins house. Thank goodness for family and friends to help (and hopefully not judge me too harshly) through the moving process and storage of all of my crap.
After an exhausting week of packing, unpacking and then repacking, followed by practice walks around the house with my full pack (it has a small pulse... a human can fit in it) I think that I am as ready as I will ever be. 40 hours of travel time and plenty of airline germs await my ingestion tomorrow as I head from SFO to Chicago and then onto Rome late Monday. I am going to become Steve Martin as I experience all that the mobile world has to offer - planes, trains and automobiles. I hope that my large hand gestures will come in handy when I arrive in Italy ready to find the "village" that the family lives in. It is so small that they don't have addresses - all that I need to know is that it is an orange house with rooftop terrace. Oh joy.
Until next time. Ciao!
After an exhausting week of packing, unpacking and then repacking, followed by practice walks around the house with my full pack (it has a small pulse... a human can fit in it) I think that I am as ready as I will ever be. 40 hours of travel time and plenty of airline germs await my ingestion tomorrow as I head from SFO to Chicago and then onto Rome late Monday. I am going to become Steve Martin as I experience all that the mobile world has to offer - planes, trains and automobiles. I hope that my large hand gestures will come in handy when I arrive in Italy ready to find the "village" that the family lives in. It is so small that they don't have addresses - all that I need to know is that it is an orange house with rooftop terrace. Oh joy.
Until next time. Ciao!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Italian Summer, T-13 Days
An all too familiar site, imagine with me if you will: countless boxes scattered across the house, dust bunnies you thought had fled the coop and the pointless attempt to use the last of the canned food you thought would be a good idea to stock up with in the winter.... Yes, it is time to move again. However this time, fleeing the country is a bit more accurate.
I am leaving in less than 2 weeks for a summer in Italy and Eastern Europe. Am I excited? Yes. Anxious? Yes. Drooling over the memory of amazing food and wine - well that goes without saying. Bologna, Cinque Terre and Perugia are going to fill the first 2 months, a holiday with the Riva family. It will be an adventure to share a room with a three year old little girl-a chance to revert back to playing house and tea party with a new twist, the language barrier. I hope that I don't get too many paper cuts trying to translate pre-school slang in my dictionary.
After the latest version of adventures in babysitting comes a visit to an old friend in Southern Italy and then 10 days in Greece. Who knew that I would be able to star in my very own version of Mama Mia and Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Maybe... Mama Mia's' traveling Pants? Or Sisterhood of the Traveling Mama? No.... too far.
I'll try to paint a picture of my adventures here - who knows where they will take me. I am ready for a new start; a reinvention of Jenny if you will. Time to begin the journey. Stay tuned.
I am leaving in less than 2 weeks for a summer in Italy and Eastern Europe. Am I excited? Yes. Anxious? Yes. Drooling over the memory of amazing food and wine - well that goes without saying. Bologna, Cinque Terre and Perugia are going to fill the first 2 months, a holiday with the Riva family. It will be an adventure to share a room with a three year old little girl-a chance to revert back to playing house and tea party with a new twist, the language barrier. I hope that I don't get too many paper cuts trying to translate pre-school slang in my dictionary.
After the latest version of adventures in babysitting comes a visit to an old friend in Southern Italy and then 10 days in Greece. Who knew that I would be able to star in my very own version of Mama Mia and Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Maybe... Mama Mia's' traveling Pants? Or Sisterhood of the Traveling Mama? No.... too far.
I'll try to paint a picture of my adventures here - who knows where they will take me. I am ready for a new start; a reinvention of Jenny if you will. Time to begin the journey. Stay tuned.
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