Monday, November 16, 2009

My Very Own Place



For the first time ever, I live alone. This is my place. I adore it. A studio with everything I could ever need. Especially now that I have electricity! (It took awhile... and there were some mistakes made... but hey, it's here now!)

I had always wanted to live alone but never found myself in the situation in which I could or would. When I returned back to Mantova I had decided that the time was now or never. Domi and I are getting married in less than a year (!) which means that if I don't live by myself now, I won't have the opportunity again, especially since I definitely want to stay with him forever after we're married...




In any case, my apartment is right in my favorite Piazza here in Mantova. Across the Piazza is a gorgeous church, whose bells ring the hour every hour and, especially on Sundays, often go off on musical jaunts.

I'm in love. I really am liking living alone. I take care of myself and if things are messy it's of my own making, but since I'm not messy things rarely are. Domi comes to visit when he can and since it's just for the weekend, the messes he makes are live-able. The weekends we spend together are pretty much idyllic, since we're so happy to be with one another.


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I have all these lofty ideas for artistic projects that I want to do. I think, hey, I'll keep this train ticket and this cardboard box that held my tea and I'll make some amazing multi-media art piece.

Or, I'll start knitting something and think, hey I'm going to make an amazing knitted article of clothing. I don't know what yet, but it's going to be fantastic.

Hmmm...

I love to draw. I love to knit. Perhaps, however, I am not the best artist I know. I now know, after many years, that as much as I love to knit, I am not the best knitter I know.
That's not a problem – it's not a competition. I am, however, quite good at sewing, especially embroidering and crafting and such. I very much enjoy these activities.

So. I have some new projects planned. Spiffing up some old clothing I have, making some Christmas presents... all things I can do that I will be happy to do, and that I think people will enjoy.

There you go.

Monday, November 2, 2009

The Kindness of Strangers...

So. Where to begin.

The train to Milano from Torino I needed to take was packed. So packed, in fact, that every stop took longer and longer, just to allow people to get off, and the people trying to shove their way on the time to maybe, perhaps, find some room. A mini place to stand.

I myself, was lodged between two men, the bar used for stepping on and off, and the door. My stuff was stacked in front of me and I was basically hugging it to my body. This was okay for most of the ride, but, maybe two-thirds of the way through I started to get dizzy, feel nauseous, and my arms started feeling tingly. A man saw me and asked me if I was okay and I said I wasn't feeling well and just started to sit down. The people around me all told me to sit down on the steps and made room for me to go there.

After awhile I started feeling better and a young lady in front of me was asking me when the next train to Mantova was. I knew the one I needed to catch was the last one and was saying I was going to have to make a run for it. She wondered if they would stop the train for me and asked the conductor (at that point it was clear we weren't going to make it for my transfer) who said it wouldn't be possible.

When we got off the train she helped me get my ticket signed by the conductor and said if I needed a place to stay, not to worry, I could stay at her place. We went to the ticket office to see if anything could be done and they started saying there would be a solution for Mantova. I got prematurely excited, thinking I might actually get home that night. The solution was to take a train to Cremona, which is a town an hour away from Mantova. So Elisa (the girl I met in the train) told me again that I was welcome to stay at her place, even though it wasn't in Milano. At that point I had thought of going back to Biella to be with Domi, but the problem with the train from Torino was related to construction work on that route, and if I had returned I would be facing the same sort of train problems I'd had when I left. I took Elisa up on her offer, after asking repeatedly if she was sure it was alright and that it was extremely generous and kind of her.

In the train to her place I discovered that it was the night before her first day at university. We chatted in English, and had a nice time. We ate with her brother and then went to bed. I had the spare room to myself.

I woke up approximately 4 hours later and she made me cappuccino. We had to run to catch the first train to Milano. I had no time to buy a ticket, but lucked out on the train because apparently the machines hadn't been working, so I didn't have to pay a fine, and it just so happened that I had enough change to pay for the ticket.
I made my train to Mantova with a minute to spare. I got into Mantova and lugged my bags to the bus stop where I took the bus to school. I arrived only an hour later than I normally do.

Twas an adventure. I hope I never have to do it again. :P

Saturday, October 24, 2009

A lazy afternoon...


I have another post that will be posted this week. Its subject matter: last weekend.

This post is focused on this weekend.

I'm in Biella, lazing about. It feels nice and homey, even though Domi isn't here. He's off galavanting around Barcelona...

I arrived last night and we went directly to our favorite bar in Biella. I had the Pizzaiolo Bruschetta - I highly recommend it - and a pint and then went home. We went home and to sleep because this morning we woke up at 5am.

Domi drove us to the airport for his early morning flight and although I made a concerted effort to stay awake, I couldn't do it. It was dark, and I am not a morning person.

We got to the airport with plenty of time to spare, so we had a nice breakfast together and then Domi got on his flight.

I got an email from him when I got home - he had already arrived in Spain and was having fun...

Crazy how flying to another country here is like flying to LA for me at home...

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It feels nice just being here and not having anything to do. I wasn't singing the same tune a year ago, but that's because I wasn't working. Now that I am, it's good to have a lazy weekend here and there.

That being said, I am so very glad to have a job. Even with a crazy person for a boss.

I'm looking forward to so many things right now. My mom and my brother coming for Christmas... having my finances stabilize... my wedding, less than a year away...

Craziness, all of it. Ah, life.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

La Rentree...

Back in Mantova. I've found an apartment and hopefully will be moving in in about a week. Once I take some pictures I'll put them up.

I've had a rocky start in school, but things are looking up. I'm getting back into the swing of things. We're having a parent/teacher meeting tomorrow night.

I've spent the past two weekends in Biella with Domi. It's been nice.

Back to School!

Thursday, September 3, 2009

And here we are again...

I sadly don't have pictures from my final session at camp because my camera broke, more or less. I have to get on that...

Camp was wonderful. Best summer yet. Great counselors, great kids. Fun.

And now... another night in Paris, a flight to Milano, a drive to Biella, a night with Domi, a drive to Mantova, an apartment hunt, and I start work on Monday!

Foo. Oy.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Baroo?


My, my, how time flies. A month gone by and an entire universe created and dissolved.

Camp is halfway through. Well, more than halfway through for me. I spent a month as a director, large and in charge, and now I have a two week break before picking up the last session as a regular ol' assistant director. It will be good. I'm sure of it.

It's nice, too, to have this break time to sort of decompress and remove myself mentally from director-ing and prepare myself for being second-in-command. I've done it before, so I'm not worried.

What has been good: the kids, the counselors, feeling useful and getting my job done. Bad? Fatigue, missing loved ones.

Another wonderful thing about camp is how completely entrenched one gets in it. I literally live in the moment when I'm at camp. It's the only place/thing in my life in which I can be completely consumed. When I'm in my 'normal' everyday life I think about the future, the past, plan, change plans, etc; when I'm in camp all I can think about or plan for is the current and maybe next thing going on. It's amazing.

So. Mini-break here and in Paris. Final session. Mini-break again and then...

Life?

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

A Hop, A Skip...

... and a Jump away from camp. Wow.

These two months are nearly over and they've flown by. I'm so happy to be working - not just working in general, but actually doing a job I was trained for and adore.

Right now I'm preparing myself for the coming summer of Directing Camp. It should be hectic, crazy, and wonderful. I'm looking forward to it.

Then... I'll come back here to Mantova. I may even come back to the same apartment. I'm looking into riding a bike to school. I'm not sure if it will be possible yet, but I'd like to try. I'm also going to try to work out a different schedule. I'd rather work through continuously than have the 2 hour break I currently have...

Right now: finish work here. Go work at camp. Those are the main things in my mind other than Domi and wedding planning, which is still a year away, so although important, really on the back burner.

Woot!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Saggio

I'm not even sure what it means, but it's the little play the kids are putting on on Sunday. I am a part of it.

I'm going to ask Domi to take some pictures of me looking ridiculous and I'll post those as soon as I have them.

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Sinon... Things are good. I can't sleep, which is why I'm writing this, but thankfully tomorrow's Friday.

Some of the ladies I work with are a bit worried about Sunday's performance, but I'm keeping cool. Maybe it's my theater background, or the fact that I only showed up one month ago... but I feel like we'll do our best and all I can hope for is that the kids have a good time and their parents see that.

I have a t-shirt for work/the performance. It has my name on it. :) I'll take a picture of that as well and post it here at a later date.

Woot! I should go to bed...

Oh. And I probably shouldn't have had that iced coffee at 7pm. I really can't handle caffeine, can I?

Tanti baci!

Monday, May 4, 2009

Honest to Goodness Labor








It's official. I have been working for the past two weeks!

In a moment of frustration, I sent out resumes and cover letters to Montessori schools all over the world. Little did I know how fruitful that fit would be...

I sent a lot of resumes to schools in Northern California, two to China, one to Japan, France, and a random school in Italy...

Less than an hour later I received a phone call from the school in Italy. I had thought they were looking for someone for Fall 2009, but they actually needed someone immediately. “Can you come tomorrow?” the woman translating for my boss asked me.

Why yes. Yes, I can.

I went, I saw, and now I'm working. The school is nice – in a suburb of Mantova (of Shakespearian fame : Latin name Mantua) – the children are adorable, and what's wonderful is that it is an ACTUAL Montessori school, in that there are Montessori materials, and the woman for whom I am taking over was also Montessori trained.

I'm really happy. The only drawback is I have to live here during the week, and so I only see Domi on the weekends – but we've spent two glorious weekends together already, and I'm happy to make that sacrifice if it means really using my skills and education.

I've agreed to return in September, and it all is working out perfectly, because the woman I took over for is on maternity leave, and so will be gone next year, but then I'll be leaving and she'll be returning. Everyone is happy, all is peachy... it's a good thing.

What is also great is I'm actually earning a live-able salary and I'm working full-time. I take the bus to and from work, I'm able to afford all my expenses and still have some leftover...

I really like the people I work with. I like the kids and their families.

I speak to the children in English. They, for the most part, speak to me more in Italian than anything else, but for the moment I'm trying to build up relationships. I'll wait until September before I try encouraging them to speak more in English. On the good side, there are already a couple of children who try to speak in English with me. On the other hand there are a fair few who don't speak or understand what I'm saying...

I'm sure that that will come with time and their relationship with me.

My Italian isn't improving as rapidly as I would like it, but part of the problem is that I'm not taking classes anymore, and I'm working exclusively in English. I understand most of what is being said, but I'm not getting much practice anymore. I've got the basics, but until I return to Biella and spend time goofing around with friends... that's all I'll use. No worries. It will come.

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This city is really pretty. There's a fair amount of stuff to do. It's surrounded by lakes. People ride bikes here.

The weather's nice now that it's May. I'm going to start jogging during my break at school. It's sunny and beautiful.

The point to this post is : I am happy and productive. Good things are happening.

PS Pictures soon to come!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Primavera

We had an amazing picnic at our friend's house. It was a beautiful, sunny, day-after-Easter spring day. A barbeque with friends.

I have the sunburn to prove how nice it was.

After a few beers I felt comfortable talking mostly in Italian. I still have difficulties telling stories because I can't find the right word or give the feeling I want others to feel. Sometimes I resort to English, but I can express and explain things that have happened to me and I can make others understand how that made me feel.

I understand individuals who are speaking to me, but if it's completely random I don't always understand everything.

I understand bits of conversations.

I'm progressing.

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I'm excited about this summer. I will be directing camp. I spent a week at camp with my good friend and realized that I've been able to direct for quite awhile. So I'll be spending two months with French kids. It'll be fun.

After that...

I'm waiting to hear from two prospective employers. I'm leaning towards one, because it would involve working more directly with children. This would start in September. If I cannot find a satisfactory position, I might have to call my time in Italy short, return home and prepare for our wedding.

I'm pretty sure, however, that I'll get an offer from at least one of these ladies. If they both have something for me, I will be lucky enough to have a choice.

Here's hoping!

Monday, March 16, 2009

Six Months and Counting...


I know I shouldn't complain, because people who *had* jobs are now *losing* them, but it's frustrating. I have been unemployed for six months now.

I want to work.

It isn't that there is no work for me. Since I'm an American living in Europe, there should be plenty of English teaching I could be doing. And there is! I'm just that form of unemployed that the statistic readers don't consider unemployed: ie I am capable of doing a job that is looking for someone. The fact that I'm not working is merely because my job and I haven't hooked up yet, so to speak.

I'm also frustrated because my so-called employer has been stringing me along. I haven't gotten a direct answer to the question: 'So, when exactly do you think I'll be able to start?' Grrr.

It's difficult because I feel if I had more interaction with other people - even if most of it were in English, my Italian would improve. As it is, Domi's Italian is skyrocketing and mine is stagnant. Domi works in an Italian company, in an Italian setting... everyone speaks to him in Italian and he not only understands everything, he is now capable of making jokes.

I suppose that I am also capable of making jokes, but mostly I indicate them. I can't say them.

Okay. Enough of my pity party. On the bright side, food is cooked at home and home is spotless. Spring is arriving and I have time to plan my wedding and work out.

So. Close.

The picture represents what I do to entertain myself. Ha.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Engaged!!!



On Sunday, the 8th of March 2009, on a ski slope in the Alps, Domi asked me to marry him. And I said yes.

He asked me if I'm happy with him and I said yes. Then he said, no, really. Are you happy with me? Do you want to be happy with me forever?

He asked me if I would and I asked him if he was serious. He said yes. He said, "Anna, will you marry me?"

And I said, "Of course!"

I'm very happy. Sooo happy.

The ring is silver and the engraving says "Domi e Anna." Domi wanted an & symbol, but they were made in Italy and they didn't have an & symbol, so he opted for the Italian word e which, obviously, means and. Domi and Anna. The way I've always wanted it to be.

Yay!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Work and Play



Last weekend Domi and I went skiing. Well, I went skiing and Domi went snowboarding.

It. Was. Awesome.

The first day we went to a ski slope not far from our apartment (a half an hour away) because we got sort of a late start and decided to see what the place nearby was like. We made the mistake of getting on the first ski-lift we encountered after riding an 'egg' up the mountain. We should not have done so. It was made 1. for skiers, and 2. for GOOD skiers. Although Domi fared better than I did, he didn't stay up continuously for long. As far as I was concerned, however... well. Let's just say it had been over two years since I last went skiing, and it showed. I made it down the freakishly steep first leg of the slope, only to need to stop and release the buckles on my boots.

I thought they would need to amputate.

Okay, yes, I exaggerate, but my boots were tighter than any ski-boots I've ever worn before (and that is NOT an exaggeration) and after that first bit of the slope, I was in P-A-I-N.

But I kept it up and made it down the entire slope. Once down there I said, "Woo hoo!' to Domi and bid him enjoy his next run.

I would wait where I was.

I was all set to take the 'egg' back down to the car, when we realized that we hadn't actually made it all the way down the slope. This ended up being a really great thing, because I made it all the way down in one piece, and actually really truly enjoyed myself. My calves didn't hurt quite as much, and the slope was much gentler.

I like the baby slopes. I like going slowly, letting people pass and watching them fall... Yes, I know. I'm evil.

But I do enjoy skiing, and I enjoy skiing slowly. So sue me.

We went to another ski station the following day, and that particular day of skiing was MUCH more successful. It was such great fun that I think we'll be spending this coming weekend on the slopes yet again. Wee!





In other news, I am officially legal here. I have my permesso di soggiorno and my codice fiscale, which are both necessary for me to live and work here. Woot!

So. Things are good. The struggle was long and hard, but is now over. We won.

Jazz Hands.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Home, Sweet Home.



In lieu of any actual photographic proof that I went home, I'm posting a couple of OLD pictures of some of the people I saw whilst in California. Here are the highlights...

My adventure began early. 4:30 am wake-up call to drive to the airport in Milan. Milan to London. London to SFO. I arrived the same day (because of the time change) at 1:30 pm. I drank coffee and my mom made me lunch. I was able to stay awake until almost 9 pm, then slept a good 12 hours, thus completely erasing any and all jet lag. It worked out perfectly.

Wandered about Burlingame. Library, bank, shopping.


Dinner with my Dad and brother.



Saw friends: Ian and his girlfriend, Rebecca, Tiffany, Elizabeth, Zoe.

Saw random Burlingame people.

Spent Valentine's Day with my mom. Mud bath and good food and wine with a friend of hers.



Went up to Davis (for Tiffany-seeing purposes).



Hung out in San Francisco.

Met a great Aunt I never knew I had. Apparently I'd already met her, but didn't remember.

Helped my dad with his accumulation of boxes.

Dinner with Elizabeth and her husband, her brother, my mom, my brother.



Went to Oakland (for Zoe-seeing purposes).



Left Saturday night to arrive in New York Sunday morning. Went online at the airport in order to see if Geoff sent me his number. He did. Arrived Sunday morning and called him.

Spent day in Manhattan with Geoff.



Flight back to Milan.



And now, with Domi, I am yet again, Home, Sweet Home. Funny how it works both as a beginning and an end.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

My Bedside Table




I love it. It has been my life for the past couple of months. Tea, sewing... and now internet. Perhaps some Sex and the City thrown in for good measure... I can't say for sure... all while sitting on my bed, next to my *bedside table*.
I know it probably seems weird to be dedicating an entire blog post to a bedside table, but mine is so cheery. I made the coaster using felt and a pretty embroidery stitch, and I've been really into making these buttons. I've been making them for everybody - flowers, flowers, and more flowers, and I've just started some circular designs. They are quick, easy, and adorable. I think, anyhoo.
Plus, every time I look at my bedside table, there are my two little friends hanging out, keeping me company. Domi got them in China and never put them up/out, and I found them one day and thought, they are sooo cuuute! They need a *home*! And now their home is next to my home. It's a good arrangement, I think.

As a related side-note to this post, I'm trying to get into a spirit of positive thinking; ie, focusing on things that make me happy, rather than focusing on things that piss me off. I'm kicking this off with my little table friends. Oh, and the lovely mosaic tiling that's in our entryway...

Good stuff.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Here Today, Gone Tomorrow...

This Friday we are having our 'festa di inauguration,' aka our housewarming party. I'm super excited about it - we have a group of Domi's friends coming to visit at the same time, so it will be a multilingual sort of thing. Most of my life in Europe has been multilingual...
Anyhoo, so the festa is on Friday night, and I leave for California the following Tuesday. I don't start work until March, and I had an opportunity to go home, so I'm taking it. It's been over a year and my best friend got engaged - I think it's time for a visit. It's only for a week and a half, so not too long, but long enough to see the people I need to see and do some things I'd like to do.
That's all the news, she wrote.

Friday, January 30, 2009

The Apartment






I'm in love with our apartment. Our apartment is the nicest, most beautiful apartment I've ever lived in. It's merely a one-bedroom, but feels like a mansion. Especially after the studio we lived in in Paris.

When you walk up the steps to our first-floor walk-up, the first thing you see of our apartment is its stained-glass front door. It's a double French door with stained glass windows. It's beautiful. You go in there and you see our patio. Our apartment is above a restaurant and a bakery, so we smell good smells all the time. It's weird, because it seems like we would see into other people's places from ours, but I haven't so far. The only person I see is the lady who hangs out her laundry when I'm in my bedroom. Anyhoo, back to description: our patio is, as of yet, pretty empty, but I have big plans for it. There is a sort of divider between a portion in which I will create a garden, and the other portion where our front door is. I think we will put a table and chairs near our front door. It will be lovely in the spring and summer when we can eat outdoors.

Oddly enough, there are actually two front doors... but we only use one. After the divider there is one to the left and one to the right. We use the one to the left. There's a darling lamp above - very old-fashioned Parisian style for me. And then, you walk into our front door...

On the floor, when you first walk in our front door, there is a sort of mosaic in tile. It's a circle and the rest of the tile is a sort of light terra cotta, but this mosaic is brown and beige and it was one of the things that made me fall in love with the apartment. Straight ahead, when you walk in, is the bathroom. The bathroom tiles are green - which you might think would be ugly, but I love them. There's a toilet, a bidet, a half-bath, a sink, a mirrored-armoire type thing, AND, drum-roll please, a washing machine! I would replace the bidet with a larger bathtub if I could (I do love my baths) but this one at least works as a bath, although I have to fold myself up into a ball in order to use it as such. I find that I do use the bidet here, more so than I did in my Parisian apartment when I had one. It's useful, if not necessary.

Returning to our entryway, if you turn left instead of moving on straight ahead, you find our living room. It's a very big living room - so big, in fact, that we are adding a piece of furniture we have purchased for guests. There's already a big sofa, a big chair, a big coffee table and a wicker bookshelf. We are now waiting for the pull-out sofa-bed we bought last night. The furniture is covered in white, there are blue cushions, green cushions, and red patterned cushions. The windows are large and the curtains are white. The walls are yellow. The walls throughout the apartment are a light yellow, and some of the ceilings are white. There's a sort of cubby in which I'm going to put a shelf or some sort of hanging shoe rack to put things in. It's not really a closet but not really part of the room either... It's a little weird, but I know what I want to do with it. I like the living room, but I don't spend too much time in it right now. If Domi and I get a TV, I'll spend more time in there, but that won't be happening for a long while. Right now I use it mainly to hang out the laundry to dry. When we get our pull-out sofa-bed I'll have to move that operation into the kitchen, I think.

Returning to our entryway and the only place left to go is right. There you immediately find our kitchen, aka my favorite room in the apartment. I'm in love with my kitchen. It has a beautiful round table with leaves around which sit four chairs with yellow cushions. There's a little free-standing bar where we have alcohol, wine, odds and ends, as well as the telephone and internet station. It has to be here because the telephone plug is right next to it, as is a power socket. It's probably a very good place for the phone to be, since it's a central location. The sink, cabinets, stove, and a fridge are all on the left wall. They are blue. I would not have chosen blue, but it works. The fridge door is attached to a blue cabinet door. The oven is big, and the stovetop uses gas. The oven is electric, but that's not a big deal. It works. Opposite the fridge is a light wood hutch. I think that's what they are called. There is storage on the bottom, drawers, a workspace and above glass cabinets. All in one piece of furniture. It contains our dishes etc. The kitchen is wonderful. I spend a lot of time in there.

When inside the kitchen and looking back towards the entryway, you can return to the entryway by going right, or you can continue straight to a corridor. This corridor is where the other front door leads into. You see that door by looking right, when leaving the kitchen, but that's all there is to the right. Straight ahead is another cubby, like the one in the living room, where Domi has a sort of launchpad for his things. Turning left down this corridor you come to our room.

Our room is big. The bed is big, the armoire is big. The windows are big. When walking in the bed is straight ahead, facing you. It is basically two twin mattresses put together. It's much bigger than our last bed was, which is good, because I was started to get annoyed. The furniture is matching dark wood. Directly left, when walking in, is a space where I will put my desk, and have a little work area, then immediately after that, there is our armoire. It's huge - a bit too big for the room, actually - but the nice thing is it contains all of our things. I have the right half and Domi the left. Next to the armoire is where our laundry baskets are. On either side of the bed are our bedside tables. They are matching, as are the lamps on them. When facing the bed, to the right you find a small dresser, above which is a mirror. Domi uses the dresser, because I use most of the center portion of the armoire. We hung Domi's framed painting above our bed. My guitar and sewing basket are next to my side of the bed. I can't wait to have my desk because I'll keep things on it and I'll get a sewing machine and have some more organization... I'm very excited.

Out back, behind our apartment is a small grassy area and another few apartment buildings. They are all small and old, and I don't actually see too many people. Which is fine by me, since I often sit on my bed with the shutters wide open, working on my computer as I am right now. I can often see my neighbor's laundry drying.

All in all, I love this apartment. I'm very comfortable here and excited about all the things I can do that I wasn't able to do before in Paris.

I love it here and I really like it here in Biella. Things are good.

Two Months In...


We've been here in Biella since the end of November. I like it.

I thought I'd miss Paris a lot more, but I really don't. It's astounding that I'm not more bored or moody, since I still haven't started work yet. I suppose, though, that I do have lots of things to do. I run errands while Domi works. I'm a proper housewife. Ridiculous.

I should start teaching in the beginning of March. :)

I started officially learning Italian 2 weeks ago. My teacher, Matteo, is very nice, and although the yearlong class started in October, I talked to him and he said I could join the beginning class. He said at the time that I wouldn't need to catch up too much. I also decided to take the internediate class immediately following the beginner's class. I stayed that first Monday to see if I could handle that much time and brain effort, and have found that it's not too much for me. So I'm taking 2 classes for the price of one (I'm only paying half, since I missed the first half of the school-year).

I've also started yoga with a couple of friends. It's beginner's yoga and very basic for me, but it's all in Italian and therefore helps me understand directions in Italian, and I can reap benefits from it even though it's not more challenging yoga. So I shall continue with that class as well.

Otherwise, I'm just settling in. We still don't have internet at home, so I prepare things (such as this post) on my computer at home, put them on my USB key, and bring that to the nice internet caf� around the corner from our apartment. It's a great place because the people there are nice, and the internet is free for those who buy a drink. You don't even need to drink a lot. I love it.

It's been tough finding time to bring this bloggish up to date. We've been settling in and figuring out where best to go for things. I didn't even know about this particular Internet caf� until a couple of weeks ago, and before that I was paying a *lot* for internet and so wasn't online very much. Now I'm back and I'll try to play catch up to say what's happening.

Ciao!