Via Fontanelle

Nine on Wednesday

2014-10-21T13:46:00.000+02:00

Locked Inside Waterstone's Book Store

2014-10-19T20:48:00.000+02:00

A long time ago, when I was still a teenager, I remember watching a movie about a young couple who got locked inside a Target for the night.

Keep in mind, I had no idea what a Target was at the time; they had yet to enter my world, but even then idea sounded pretty awesome.

After three years without a Target (yes, it's hard to believe but I haven't been home to America in 3 years), I'd love an uninterrupted night alone with just me and my best friend Target, preferably just after they've labeled everything with those fabulous red clearance stickers I've grown to love.

Sigh....a girl can dream, can't she?

This is what I thought of today when I came across this story:

http://www.nbcnews.com/news/world/tourist-david-willis-trapped-two-hours-london-waterstones-n227931

It's about an American man named David Willis who was trapped inside a Waterstones bookstore for 2 hours in London after they closed and locked the doors for the night without realizing he was still inside. Employees of the bookstore discovered he had been locked inside only after he posted pictures from inside the store and then tweeted for help!

The funny thing is, we went to that very bookstore, at that very London location, when we were in London back in the spring. Our family was in bookstore HEAVEN!

Jackson and Delilah loved when I read to them from Pippi Longstocking

Keep in mind, we live in a country where English is rarely spoken and there certainly aren't any English bookstores locally.

Delilah and Jackson kept running up to us screaming, "The books are in ENGLISH!"

We spent close to £300 on books that day and had to pay extra at the airport just to bring it all home.

But it was so worth it. Maybe we'll get locked inside one day...

Delilah is FIVE

2014-10-01T22:51:00.001+02:00

Time flies...

Things I wish I'd know about Italy....

2014-09-15T09:53:00.000+02:00

I found this little blog on Italy a few months before I moved here three years ago. It's a great "cheat sheet" on what to do (and not to do) in the land of Vespa and Pasta! You can find the original post and the blog that it originated from here:

http://www.italyinsf.com/100-things-to-know-if-youre-going-to-italy/

100+ Things to Know If You’re Going to Italy

My friends often ask me for support in travel preparation when they plan to go to Italy. In fact, I think it’s a great idea- go to a country prepared to experience it at the fullest! I enjoy learning about the little idiosyncrasies that make a visit to a new country so interesting, the small traditions, the interesting customs… so, I thought I’d give you a cheat-sheet for Italy.

If you’d like a personalized crash-course on Italian culture before your trip, please contact me at vanessa at Italyinsf dot com. I would be happy to schedule a time to help you out with your trip organization as well as give you some useful tips about culture and traditions!

Part 1: GENERAL ADVICE AND TRAVEL TIPS

Don’t go off the beaten path before visiting the “holy trinity”: Rome, Florence and Venice. These cities are truly remarkable and you don’t want to miss them.
Nevertheless, make time to spend a few days outside the major cities. Real Italy is in the small towns!
Tuscany is wonderful. There are hundreds of small wonderful medieval villages and plenty to see. However, Italy is a lot more than Tuscany. From the hills ofLanghe to the trulli of Puglia, going through the culinary haven of Romagna, you will find fewer tourists and a wonderful land to discover!
Tipping is not required. Service staff gets paid as high as entry level engineers do. In particular, tipping people you personally know is considered offensive. In general, the attitude toward tipping is that you can’t buy a person off, so be mindful if you decide to tip.
Pick pocketing is an issue in larger metropolitan areas like Rome and Venice, but it’s not any worse than New York City, London or Paris.
Newspaper are bought daily at the edicola (newspaper stand), and delivery of newspapers is rare. Edicole are very common and open everyday, and as much part of the typical Italian morning routine as stopping to the bar to order anespresso.
Watch the street billboards for advertisement of “Feste” or “Sagre”, street fairs usually dedicated to one food. If one is close by your location at the time you’re there, don’t miss it- they’re wonderful events gathering people from the various towns and serving thematic foods!
Dates are shown as day-month-year, always.
Times are indicated in 24-hr format.
And yes, we’re metric!
You push to enter a place, and pull to get out. Exactly the opposite as in America!
Airport and rail stations have public restrooms, often with attendants who expect to be tipped. If someone is guarding the door of the restroom, you’re expected to leave a few coins.
Restrooms in all bars and cafes are for customers only. Order an espresso and only afterward head to the toilet!
In public restrooms, toilet paper is a rarity. Italian women always keep a travel pack of Kleenex in their purses for this reason.
You can’t walk in a church with a tank top or with shorts on. You need to be properly dressed to visit most holy places.
Credit cards are not widely accepted. You can’t pay anything that is less than 10 Euros with a credit card, and even then you’re going to be frowned upon. Always bring cash with you!
Public phones are now officially extinct. You will need to carry a cell phone for anything you need, from calling the hotel to reserve a restaurant. If you’re going for a brief stay, use your US cell phone and get a calling card. If you’re planning a longer trip, look into getting a SIM card and use it with your (unlocked) US phone- most cell phone calling contracts in Italy are prepaid services, so no need to lock in a plan!
When using an Italian cell phone, all incoming calls are free.

Part 2: SHOPPING AND STORES

When walking into a store, especially clothing or shoes, in most cases you will have a shop assistant with you at all times. Sometimes you won’t be allowed to even touch the things unless you’re trying them on! The assistant will find your size and do all the work.
If you enter a store to just to take a look, make sure your intentions are known to the person inside the shop. Ask if you can just look around without being hassled by a shop assistant trying to make a sale!
The rudeness and bitchiness of Italian shop assistants, or commesse, is legendary, especially if you’re not a size 0. They apparently consider a size 4 “overweight”. Don’t take it personally.
On the upside, though, shop assistants are not paid on commission. Feel free to abuse them- they probably deserve it anyway!!
Store exchanges don’t exist. If you buy something and decide later you don’t want it anymore, you’re stuck with it. Choose carefully!
Clearance sales in regular shops Italy are not very good- usually a 10%, 20% at the very most.
Shops close for lunch between 12:30pm and 3 or 4pm. Everything shuts down by 7:30pm.
Ask your local hotel for outlets stores. Outlet stores will have items priced at a more discounted rate.
Buy shoes in Italy. Even with the dreadful Euro/Dollar exchange, leather shoes will last you for years and they’re really good for your feet!
In larger cities and metropolitan areas stores are open on Saturday but closed on Sunday, and another half day of the week. In touristic resorts stores are open Sunday but closed one other day of the week.
Banks are only open in the morning and for one hour in the afternoon. You need to bank in the morning!
National Holidays:
- January 1st, New Year’s Day
- January 6th, Epiphany
- Easter Sunday
- Easter Monday
- April 25th, Anniversary of Italy’s liberation
- May 1st, Labor Day
- June 2nd, Anniversary of the institution of the Republic
- August 15th (Ferragosto), Assumption
- November 1st, All Saints
- December 8th, Annunciazione
- December 25th, Christmas
- December 26th, St Stefano.
In addition, each town will honor its patron with an additional day off.
You have to wear plastic gloves to pick up food in the produce section of the grocery store or old ladies will yell at you.
You bag your own groceries and pay for the bag.

Part 3: FOOD AND DRINKS

99% of Italian hotels include breakfast in the room price.
As a consequence of #33 above, Italians remain the main audience at bars for breakfast. Don’t miss the chance to get out of your hotel by 9am on a workday and order a cappuccino al banco (at the counter) with a cornetto, preferably with custard, and eat it standing with all the rest of the crowd.
Cappuccino is not forbidden in the afternoon, it’s just frowned upon following a meal. Some places will actually refuse to serve it to you. Don’t get upset, just embrace the culture…
In order to be able to get the said cappuccino, in many places you first have to pay for it so you can show the scontrino (proof of payment) to the bartender.
Italians don’t put ice in their drinks. If you must, ask for it, but realize they’ll look at you as if you were a Martian. When (if?) they bring you ice, they will send to the table a small saucer with 5 ice cubes for the entire table.
You can’t order food “to go”, unless you are in a pizza place or in a rosticceria. If you try to walk in a restaurant and order a meal to go, people will look at you as if you were crazy!
When eating at a buffet or family style, it is more than acceptable to help yourself as many times as you want, and never okay to overfill your plate.
Aperitivo is a wonderful tradition you should not miss out on. Bars that offer anaperitivo buffet will charge you for the drink, but not for the food, which will range from simple chips and pretzels to sophisticated warm appetizers and parmigianocubes sprinkled with balsamic vinegar. Buffet is all you can eat (but don’t forget the rules above!). Find a bar that serves an aperitivo buffet and head there between 6pm and 8:30pm, and you can skip dinner if you want!
There are no dipping sauces in Italy, so Italians are not really familiar with double dipping rules.
When starting a meal, bread will be brought to the table but neither olive oil nor butter is served. A bread dish is never on the table, so bread rests on the tablecloth.
Speaking of bread, never ever leave it upside down on the table. It’s considered bad luck and unrespectful toward the owner of the table.
Never, ever pour wine (or water) backhanded. It’s considered an offense to the person you’re serving.
No doggie bags in Italy. Taking home the leftovers is not an option, and leaving food on the plate is frowned upon.
Salad is considered a side dish, not a starter. No meal in Italy ever starts with a salad.
If you’re invited to a wedding, be prepared to eat. Imagine a minimum of 15 courses and sitting at the table for 5 to 6 hours.
Tap water is never served, and despite the fact that it’s now as safe as in the US, people keep on drinking bottled water and restaurants only serve bottled water.
When water is not safe at fountains, it will say so. Otherwise, take advantage of the only free water in the country!
Coffee is not a “to go” item. You enjoy it at the bar, and no paper cup is provided!
Cheese is never eaten with fish.
Salad dressing is oil and vinegar and that’s it. There aren’t different types of dressings.
There are over 100 different types of pasta, and each region has its own. Make an effort to try as many as possible!
Bread and pasta are never eaten together in the North, but they are sometimes in the South.
Restaurant customs are a bit different than in the US. Since servers are salaried and don’t rely on tips to make a living, they don’t care about turnover- it is customary in Italy to stay seated at a restaurant table for the whole evening, and dinner would usually take longer than in the US.
If you don’t ask for the check, you’re not going to get it. Italians consider a check put on the table before you’re done with your meal, or without you asking, like an invitation to leave. It is considered a no-no in restaurants, so you must ask for your check if you’d like to pay!
When ordering food at a restaurant, substitutions or changes are usually not accepted.
Alfredo sauce is not Italian. Don’t ask for it!
Frappuccino doesn’t exist, either. However, all other coffee drinks whose nameStarbucks has stolen usually mean something different than what you think you’re ordering.
Hot chocolate is a different experience altogether- it’s denser, more like a pudding, and it’s usually ordered in the afternoon, as a merenda item.
Appropriate use of grated Parmigiano cheese is limited to pasta- and pasta with either vegetable or meat sauce, not fish! There is no grated parmesan cheese on salad or pizza. Occasionally, slivers of parmigiano will be served overbresaola or carpaccio- but never grated cheese!
Nothing but pork is considered appropriate meat for your pizza. No chicken, not beef- only pork in various formats (prosciutto, salame, salsiccia, etc.).
Chicken is not to be eaten with pasta. That’s it. There isn’t a single pasta sauce in Italian cuisine where chicken can be an ingredient.
Dinner is past 8pm, not at 5pm. If you’re hungry at 5pm, go to a pasticceria and get a hot chocolate and some pastries. If you’re hungry at 7pm go to a bar and order an aperitivo. Don’t show up for dinner before 8pm (and that’s still kind of early!).
Don’t miss the chance to try pizza in a pizzeria, but be aware that pizza is a dinner food. The very few pizzeria open at lunch usually cater to tourists only (and the pizza is probably not likely to be great!).
Speaking of pizza, it is considered inappropriate (and many places will just say it’s not possible!) to ask for a split topping: half a pizza one way and half a pizza a different way is just not a concept Italian pizzaioli are able to grasp.

Part 4: CULTURE

Most Italians under 40 speak some English, but many will be embarrassed to talk.
Sunday is a holy day- and not for church, but for soccer! When the games are on, you will see plenty of people walking down the streets with their family with a radio glued to their ear. Sometimes as you walk down a busy street on a Sunday afternoon you will hear a mix of cheers and mumblings- that’s the sign for one of the teams scoring!
Oh, and it’s not soccer- it’s football (or calcio).
Girl watching is a national past time, second only to soccer. Don’t be alarmed when men stare at you. Men look at women as art historians look at the Sistine chapel ceiling.
Third after soccer and women come Formula One and the Ferrari team. Don’t even attempt to speak ill of Scuderia Ferrari in public. You might be verbally assaulted.
Italian television spends one day showing soccer and 6 days talking about it. Other programming includes plenty of half-naked dancing girls and inappropriate nudity commercials- and sometimes Formula 1 races, per priority list set above.
Azzurro, light blue, is the color of every national athlete’s jersey. When you hear talking about Azzurri people usually refers to the national team soccer players, although it’s used in general terms for all national athletes.
You shower at night in Italy, and you change to dress-up clothes before going out for the evening, whether you’re going to a restaurant or to a bar. Day wear is not considered appropriate for night time.
In Italy it is not socially acceptable to be drunk. People boast about their alcohol resistance and no one would ever admit to be drunk.
Business formal is the norm for all office and sales jobs. Wearing a tie is considered appropriate wear for pretty much any workplace.
Italian men dress very nicely. Leather shoes and slacks are a lot more common than shorts and flip flops.
You can see a lot of speedos on Italian beaches, and nobody finds it hilarious.
Topless sunbathing is quite common in the northern beaches, and more frowned upon in the South.
While in the US temperature in public places is determined by the one who feels hot (and hence she is the one who lowers the temperature in the space), in Italy the one who’s cold is always right and her requests will determine a room’s temperature.
Never, ever give chrysanthemums as a flower gift to anyone. They are considered the flowers of the dead, and only brought to cemeteries.
When entering someone’s house, it is customary to ask for permission on the doorstep, even if you’ve been invited already. You say “Permesso” upon entering a house.
Lines (at the post office, at the bank, at the bar, at the bakery) are never really lines. They are a declaration of intent that you need to assert if you want to be helped. Make sure you demand your right in line if you don’t want to be “overtaken”!
Purple being the color of lent, it is considered a color that brings bad luck. Avoid the darker purple hues for evenings at the theatre, and it’s definitely a forbidden color at weddings!

Part 5: DRIVING AND MOVING AROUND

Driving in Italy is not terrible. Keep your right, be careful, but many Italians are terrified to drive in California, so you should be just fine!
However, don’t even think to drive in Naples. Road rules are different from what you’re used to, and despite being incomprehensible to most, they keep the city going. You’d be the wrench thrown in the perfectly oiled wheel!
You don’t flag cabs in Italy- usually, you walk to one of the taxi stands where they wait in line- usually located close to main attractions.
If you call a cab, you are often charged for the time it takes for it to come and get you.
Making a “pit stop” alongside the road to relieve oneself (Pulling over to the side of the road and peeing) is accepted. It’s disgusting and terrible, but you’ll see plenty of men doing it.
Never drive on the left lane of the autostrada unless you are passing a car.
Leave your left blinker on while you are in the left lane. Turn left blinker off when you return to the slow lane.
Make sure you respect the speed limits. Contrary to general assumptions, and especially in recent years, police has gotten very strict about speeding. They won’t stop you- just send a picture of you to the car owner. If you’re renting, you are liable to pay the hefty ticket ($200+).
If someone flashes their brights behind you, it’s because they want you to move to the right lane so that they may pass.
Before boarding a train you need to validate your ticket. You will have to validate your ticket directly on buses instead. Make sure you allow plenty of padding on your transfers, as Italian train times are, once again, more a declaration of intent than a set rule…
Scooters, bicycles and motorcycles share the road with cars, and they will zip by on your left and right in a one-lane road!
It’s hard to pay for gas with a credit card, especially after operating hours other than on the autostrada.
No right turn on red!
Don’t try to find a cup holder in your car. If it’s more than 5 years old, there won’t be one!
Eating in the car is unheard of. Italians would never do such a coveted and social thing like eating in the most unsocial place of all, the car.
However, that doesn’t mean Italians don’t like their cars!! Actually, cars are coveted sign of social status. As a consequence, garbage that you produce in the car gets taken out immediately. You will see people throwing things directly outside the window. As long as the car is clean, who cares about littering?

This little guide to Italian culture has had so much success I have thought of a few other items to add to this list. If you have more, keep them coming by emailing me at vanessa at italyinsf dot com!

The perfect drink for a pizza is beer, or soda. Almost no Italian drink wine with their pizza, when they do they consider it an overindulgent pleasure and usually it will be a sparkling wine, like Prosecco.
Pesto does not belong on pizza, on sandwiches, as a side to a caprese salad- pesto only belongs on pasta al pesto.
Martini is a vermouth, not a drink. If you ask for a Martini, you will be served white vermouth, usually on the rocks, with a twist of lemon in it- a delicious aperitivo if you ask me! To order a “North America”-style Martini, ask for a Martini Cocktail!

Wordless Wednesday

2014-09-03T08:45:00.002+02:00

Rainbows…

So happy to be raising a group of rainbow spotters who get just as excited as I do to see one...

Italian Myths About Americans

2014-09-02T10:08:00.001+02:00

TOP 15

Myths

Italians have about

Americans

(As told to me by my Italian friends)

1. All Americans are rich and there is almost no poverty in America.

2. Everyone in America is from New York City. Or California. Or maybe Texas.

3. Americans eat ketchup all the time. With every meal.

4. While chewing gum. All the time.

5. Americans drive huge cars and they are all brand new.

6. All Americans have huge families.

7. Everyone in America vacations at Disney World or Myrtle Beach.

8. Every American owns and carries guns on their hip, John Wayne style.

9. Every American is a cowboy.

10. Americans wear jeans all the time, except when they are wearing workout clothes (because we are all in great shape because of all the working out we do).

11. Americans only own two types of shoes: flip flops and tennis shoes

12. We all know George Clooney.

13. And Julia Roberts

14. We all drink beer and never wine.

15. Americans think all Italians are in the mob.

The Brock BRATS take on school!

2014-08-28T16:29:00.000+02:00

Much to our dismay, summer is over and the school year has started. I'm not even going to pretend I'm not SO happy!!!

For the first time in a long time, I don't have a middle schooler. Last year, we had one in high school, one in middle, one in elementary, and one in preschool. That was NOT easy.

The week before school started, I found myself thinking a lot about how next year, my first will start her final year in high school and my last will start her first year in school.

What a journey. The days are long but the years are short.

Changes...

2014-08-25T10:09:00.000+02:00

Wow, I know, right? It's been a long time since I last posted. I guess I'm making a comeback of sorts over here at Via Fontanelle. The important thing to note is, we aren't at Via Fontanelle anymore. We moved into a new house several weeks ago for many reasons that are important to our family (not to mention the survival of this blog!) including no working internet (now you understand the blog thing), a lazy landlord, and no heat downstairs. I'll miss our little villa in the country, but for now...this house in the city is better for us.

The field of sunflowers in front of our house with the castle in the background

The fields behind our house

The views from our bedroom

Semi-Wordless Wednesday

2014-03-05T07:39:00.002+01:00

You know how cats love to curl up in the tightest of space?? Our Lilly is no different....so tonight, we'll be having CAT for dinner.

Right Now...Floodmagedon 2014

2014-02-04T15:54:00.001+01:00

Back in the Fall of 2010, I can remember reading all about the flooding that Northern Italy was experiencing. I had a natural curiosity for Italy, as most Americans do, and Steve and I had always planned on spending a couple of weeks here for our 20th anniversary in 2014. (Ironic, I know) All the weathermen were saying that flooding to that magnitude was a "once in a hundred years occurrence." I can remember hearing about the mudslides in Cinque Terre and thinking that was a place a million miles away from anywhere I'd ever get to experience...

Enter the Fall of 2011, Steve is returning home from 14 months in Afghanistan and the Brock family is in the last weeks of a move to Italy. We arrived on December 2nd, 2011--my 41st birthday, I might add...

Now fast forward to the Spring of 2012--Floodmagedon 2012 (part 1) was small on the scale of what we would have to experience in a few months, but to us it was scary. The roads were closed, bridges into our town were closed, it rained and rained and rained! I though it would never stop!

During the flood, and no flood

The Fall of 2012 brought 2 big periods of flooding--one caused by the early snow melting in the surrounding mountains, resulting in our river flooding; and the second caused by massive amounts of rain.

Ditto for the Spring of 2013....

May of 2013 was the real "Motherload" of raining and flooding. It resulted in the first real worrying on our part, our friends literally were flooded out of their house, and we spent weeks cleaning up the mess.

The Fall of 2013 had a few wet spells here and there, but nothing to really speak of. We had grown so accustomed to our river rising and falling with each passing rainstorm, we hardly took notice of it anymore. Even the flooding that happened at the begin of 2014 was barely a blip on our radar.

And then came this storm/flood...

Trey with my boots on...

It has honestly been raining without stop for the past 3 weeks and our ground and river bank finally couldn't take it anymore. UNCLE!! So on Monday, February 3rd, (yesterday) we called for reinforcements after the sad reality that our house was in serious danger of flooding hit us in the face.

The Polizia Locale showed up in force (all 7 of them--I swear it's the entire police force of our tiny town, plus all of the guys must have brought a friend) and they were so nice to us. When our military housing office called them, the first two arrived within 3 minutes...and the next 4 showed up 10 minutes later. I was impressed. I plan to make cookies for them... Our landlord Claudio arrived moments later and he and Steve rushed off to the local "Feed and Seed" to buy sandbags to fill at the town center (the fact that the local Feed and Seed carries sand bags and the local Town Hall has sand available on a regular basis should be a clue as to how much it floods here...) they arrive at 5:15 and the store was closed...shocker...

So it's Tuesday morning now and here's the latest:
The water is up to our patio but hasn't entered the house...we've still got about 4 feet from the edge of the patio to our back door.

The river on the other side of the berm looks to have dropped a bit...

It's supposed to rain all of today, taper off a bit tomorrow, and then pick right back up for the rest of the work week. Saturday is supposed to offer us a much needed break.

I'll keep y'all posted! We LOVE Italy, we love Italy, we love Italy, we love Italy.....

And here's the best part:

Love these guys...

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(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

2014-01-29T20:07:00.000+01:00

When I told Steve that I loved the picture that Delilah drew of he and I, he wanted to know which one was me...

Hate is a strong word...

2014-01-28T17:33:00.000+01:00

I don't know about your kids, but my kids are constantly using the word "hate". "I hate him", "I hate her", "I hate pizza" (I know, right?), "I hate cheese", etc, etc, etc. I am constantly correcting them by saying, "Hate is a strong word!" and it is...there are few things, people, etc that I could use that word to describe....I hate hypocrisy, racism, prejudice,,,it fits for those ideas but I think that most people feel the same.

Today, I took Delilah to the commissary with me. I knew it wouldn't be a quick trip, but I was in a good mood, she seemed to be in a good mood, and things were looking up, so I took her along. When she hopped into the car after preschool pickup and I told her we were going, she immediately asked the dreaded question, "Can we get the car shopping cart? Please. Please!!!!" And like I said, I was in a good mood, so I gave in. Sure, I thought, how bad can it be....

It was worse, worse than driving a Suburban through the narrow streets of Italy for these past two years, practically worse than childbirth. Not quite as bad as going to the dentist, which I need to do, BUT CLOSE!! Almost as bad as the dentist.

I tried to talk her into the new carts our commissary has--you know the kind that has two baskets stacked on top of each other and the car part, complete with steering wheel and horn, is actually in the seat-part of the cart. Those are much easier to drive. But no, not Ms. Delilah, NO. She insisted on the double wide version of the car/shopping cart. Driving that thing through the aisles is impossible. And clearly invented by a man. The constant need to back up and pull forward, back up and pull forward just to make it down the straight grocery aisle after turning is too much!! TOO MUCH!

Our 20 minutes-tops shopping trip in a good mood quickly turned into an hour of me screaming and cursing that damn cart, while Delilah swung from the hood of it like a tiny Chinese gymnast. So if you happened to see me at the commissary today, I was not possessed. It's the cart's fault. I hate it.

There's a reason these photos are blurry...and it has nothing to do with the camera.

Apparently, I need drugs.

2014-01-23T17:23:00.002+01:00

We have our home computer set up to show a repetitive series of words each day for the screen saver. It's something I rarely noticed anymore and instead, simply pass by it without much of a glance. We really set it up for Tory, who is convinced it will help her improve her SAT scores one day. Maybe so. Regardless, Steve and I barely noticed the words most day and when I do notice them, I rarely see the same word twice. Until this week...

This week, it seems that every time I look at the computer, the same word is scrolling across the screen...

Perhaps it's a message that I need drugs. Thank God it's almost the weekend!

Wrapping up Christmas

2014-01-22T09:37:00.001+01:00

We're finally finished with wrapping up Christmas around these parts (yes, total pun intended) and I can't say that I'm too sad this year. It's almost like Christmas came and went so quickly this year, it hardly registered a blip on my radar. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Christmas, but Christmas in Italy is so different than what I grew up with, I'm just not feelin' it over here. And we've been so rushed this holiday season--too rushed to even really enjoy much. I swear, next year we will be putting up the tree the week after Halloween, just so that we have a chance to enjoy it instead of rushing to get ready for Christmas and then rushing to put it all away after January 1st. And then I've got it--the dreaded mommy guilt. If you're a normal mom (not a Pinterest mom with far too much time on her hands) like I am, you know what I'm talking about. Nothing is ever good enough and soon your kids won't be little anymore... Ugh, the Guilt!!

When I was a little girl, my parents put up the same fake Christmas tree every year. I use the word "fake" for a reason... It was white (to portray the image of a snow-covered tree, I guess) and my mother put these pale blue lights on it. I pretty much hated it. I wanted a cut tree more than anything but my mom's "allergies" kept us from getting a cut tree.

But my father volunteered with the Lion's Club and every year, he would work the club's Christmas tree lot. And every year, close to Christmas day, he would bring me my own tiny little tree that he would put up on a table and let me decorate with flashing colored lights--you know the huge bulbs and come in a rainbow of colors? I loved my short, fat little tree. I was perfect to me.

Here in Italy, a cut tree is very hard to find--surprising, right? They are so popular in Germany! There are some available but they're usually ugly and expensive, so our family was stuck again this year with the pre-lit 220 volt tree that we bought at the PX last year. It.is.so.ugly. For some reason, Jackson absolutely LOVES it. To him, it is the prettiest Christmas tree EVER. Jackson is our "Christmas kid". He lives for the holidays, and so when Steve and I went to Ikea a couple of weekends before Christmas and they had tiny, fat LIVE Christmas trees that you could plant after Christmas, I knew we were in trouble. So Jackson got his very own living Christmas tree in his room this year :) Wish I could have found some big, fat, flashing 220 volt lights for it...

But it was perfect for him.

Textbook Pictures into Reality

2014-01-03T00:16:00.000+01:00

This is one of those weird little posts that had never actually occurred to me to write and then something came up and metaphorically smacked me right in the face and so I knew right then and there I had to write about it.

So here it is:

Bear with me, ok?

Until I married Steve, I had never really thought of myself as the traveling "type". My parents weren't really big travelers and our family vacations mostly centered around visiting family (who all lived relatively close to home, I might add). So other than a trip to Disney World the Spring after I turned 4, we really didn't do much traveling. Looking back on it now, traveling was never really something I ever considered, but I guess as the old saying goes, "You can't miss what you don't have..."

In the 1st or 2nd grade, I can distinctly remember reading a short story in my Language Arts book about a little dog in Pompeii just before Mt. Vesuvius. It was a fictional story, of coarse, but at the end of the story there were really photos of Pompeii and I remember being FASCINATED with it. And I can remember hearing about the Velvet Revolution in Czechoslovakia on the news and thinking that place was as far away from me as the moon.

When my (much loved and wonderfully awesome) cousins Frank and Joyce came this summer for a visit and we rode in a gondola in Venice, I understood perfectly the tears in their eyes and wonder in their voice when they said repeatedly to us, "I never thought I'd see this". I get that. And I think it everyday.

Steve, on the other had, grew up in a family who did do a lot of traveling. His father worked civil service for the Air Force and they spent a great deal of time living overseas. As a child, Steve went to places I didn't even know to dream of. He talks of listening to the 1985 Iron Bowl on a friend's car radio while skiing the Alps in Switzerland and he has a shoebox of communist momentos he picked up on a school trip in 1987 to the then USSR. I remember flipping through family photo albums of his and seeing pictures of Steve in front of places I had only read about. My personal favorite is one of him looking bored and miserable posed in front of The David in Florence, a typical teenager of the 1980's--rock t-shirt, Walkman (tape not CD), zit faced, braces, and oh-so-lovely mullet haircut. (Steve, not David)

Steve caught the travel bug early in life and when the time was right, he wanted to share that opportunity with our kids.

So here we are today, in Greece--our 11th country we visited in 2013, the 3rd in just the month of December alone. Yep. We caught that bug.

Which brings us to that smack in the face part of the story I mentioned a million words ago at the beginning of what has turned into a long-winded post.

We were boarding the plane in Athens today to fly home to Greece and I was walking down the jetway and I happened to look up and see this advertisement on the wall:

Bravo, MasterCard. My sentiments exactly.

We've gotten to see so many awesome places in the 2 years we've lived here. And I'm so thankful to have memories to go along with those schoolbook picture.

Grateful for 365

2014-01-01T21:05:00.001+01:00

Happy New Year! What an experience we had getting to spend New Years in GREECE. We are on our way back and are looking forward to some peace and quite that this New Year will bring. (I'm being hopeful here) I seriously need a vacation from my vacation! I can't wait to tell you all about our adventures here (and in Prague also), but until then, here's a little project that I actually heard about a while back. I love the idea and decided to participate this year. Hopefully, you'll join me! (on Istagram, look for Torysmama or click on the Instagram tab at the top of the blog) Looking forward to a year filled with gratitude and adventures!

Santa Has Arrived!

2013-12-24T23:04:00.002+01:00

Look who we caught passing out toys tonight!

Merry Christmas!

Adding a Little Christmas Cheer

2013-12-20T07:53:00.001+01:00

I was surprised this week when Jackson's awesome 1st grade teacher sent out a link to the Portable North Pole website. She got it from a family member back in the states and I was shocked that she'd never heard of it. (She's pretty with-it) Equally surprising to me were the number of with-it mommies at the classroom Christmas party, sorry....HOLIDAY party....who hadn't heard of it. Rarely in life am I the one who is in The Know, especially when there's Technology involved. Technology and Math...not my strong points.

Anyhow, our family has been using the Portable North Pole website for several years and our kids always look forward to it. The awesome thing is--IT'S FREE! You answer a few simple questions about your kiddo, upload a few pictures, and WHAM...a video arrives into your email box to your child from Santa. It's the Real Santa, too--not some fake looking guy in a fake beard and red suit. This Santa is legit. There's also a paid video you can buy for a couple of bucks as well. Paying will make your video a bit long and more detailed, plus you get to upload more pictures--proof that Santa REALLY is watching and he Knows....This year you can also sign up for a video that will arrive on Christmas Eve. I'm hoping it tells the kids to get into to bed--somehow, our brats always struggle with that!!

Another one of my favorite Christmas traditions is snapping a picture of Santa in front of our Christmas tree. On the I Caught Santa website, you can upload a picture of your Christmas tree (or fireplace, outside of your house, etc) and super-impose Santa right into the picture. It's not super cheap, but my kids LOVE it. Santa always leaves his picture taken in front of our tree next to our milk and cookies plate. This is great for kids on the brink of doubting Santa's existence--I hate the idea that children are learning "The Jingle News" as we call it at our house at a younger and younger age!

Santa in front of our tree last year...

And finally, my personally favorite: Norad Santa. We've been using this for years and every year, I cry when my kids are talking with the volunteers at Norad who are spending Christmas Eve answering calls from excited children all over the world. I remember Tory and Trey calling when they were both little and I remember how sad I was when I thought that we wouldn't be able to call from here in Italy (especially that first year when we were living in the hotel at Christmas while we were waiting for our house to be ready) Cheer up, though...you can call from overseas and the wait time is actually far shorter :) The folks are always super nice and my kids are always thrilled to talk to a real Santa helper. They have a pretty extensive website also! The number to call is 1 (877) 446-6723. (1-877-HI-NORAD)

If you've been living under a rock recently and somehow have never heard of these websites, be sure to check them out. And if you have some equally (or better) Santa websites, be sure to share in the comments below!

Absent With Explanations

2013-12-19T20:24:00.000+01:00

Life has been crazy here on Via Fontanelle--so crazy in fact, I couldn't settle down to write anything worthy of reading. I'd taken to writing most of my posts on my phone while waiting in the car for something....for the bus, to pick Delilah up from school, for appointments....

I felt absolutely NO inspiration to write. I just wasn't feeling it.

All of this told me it was time to take a little break, plus I have a bit of a secret...

Steve (the husband) has been deployed to Africa on a UN mission since the summer. It was one of those fast and furious preparations for deployment--we literally had just a week or so of notice and then he was gone. It was a short one, as far as deployments go--only four months, which honestly seems like a drop in the bucket compared to our previous deployments, including the most recent one which was 14 months. But as any Army spouse living overseas can tell you, a deployment here can be extra hard. Kudos to my Army sisters (and brothers) who stuggled through a year long deployment while living in Italy and came out smiling on the other side...I applaud you.

Anyhow, with security being what it is now, I would have been crazy to publicly announce Steve was gone, and I've always promised myself that my blog would be about our real life, not a make-believe one, so I took a little break.

I'm back now and can't wait to tell you about our latest adventures! (Including an awesome trip to Prague!!)

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

2013-10-16T08:55:00.001+02:00

I pass this house everyday on my trip to and fro and I alway wonder why they haven't replaced that one shutter...

Just Being

2013-10-15T10:54:00.000+02:00

This was one of those fabulous Italian weekends where the weather is perfect and where you makes plans weeks in advance and then everything falls through due to some unplanned event. It sound terrible, right?

It wasn't. As much as I would have liked to hang out in Florence with our wonderful friends traveling to Italy from America, our family just really NEEDED a break from LIFE. Thankfully, the weather cooperated and we were able to spend some time outside before the weather turns nasty for winter. (It really, really does rain almost every day from October through May) The kids played outside, we took a Sunday afternoon drive (that really happened on Saturday), we washed a ton of clothes and hung them on the clothesline and on the clothes racks, and I shared wine and conversation with a new friend in one of my favorite tiny villages here in Italy. Living here in Europe is such an amazing opportunity, but it can be hard to just take a week off to let normal life happen. You feel as if you always have to go go go and see the sites and visit the places before moving back home to America. The clock is always ticking--except for us, it's not our biological clock it's our travel clock! It felt nice to just "BE" this weekend....

Here are some "random life" shots from this weekend.

Wordless Wednesday

2013-10-09T19:47:00.001+02:00

There are no words for this....

Tory's homecoming dress came today...three weeks late. She made her boyfriend try it on...poor guy.

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Catch and Release

2013-10-07T15:55:00.002+02:00

This morning, I awoke to one of those dark and dreary days that are so typical of Italy in October. It's almost as if Italy says goodbye to the sun in late September and we aren't reintroduced to her again until late May. Rain, rain, rain...as the season's change and fall shifts slowly into winter....ugh....

But, as I was saying...this is a dreary, cloudy day here in Italy and I haven't been able to shake the BWB (bad weather blues) lately. You would think that with all the cold and damp weather, and having to keep our windows shut up lately, our fly population (read here about it) would have deminished. Not so. I swear those little suckers have multiplied. Yesterday, I apparently left the window of the car rolled down just a smidge...not enough to let any rain in, but apparently just enough to allow every fly in the Veneto to take up residence on my seats.

I was greeted by about two dozen of them this morning when Delilah and I were leaving for school. At first, I frantically waved my arms trying to get them out of the window in disgust. Then, the thought hit me....I strapped Delilah into her car seat and drove off with my windows shut and with flies buzzing around.

Our first stop way to her preschool. It was raining, but I rolled down my window, not all the way, but just enough.

Next stop, Jackson's school....again, I rolled down the window--just about two inches this time.

It was raining steady by this point, but little did everyone (who passed me and wonder why I had left my window down) know that I had a plan.

Success! I arrived back to the car a couple hours latter and head back to pick up Delilah...fly-free.

My own "catch and release" plan of action :)

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A Give-Away With Some Friends

2013-10-01T07:30:00.001+02:00

I've teamed up with some lovely blogging friends for a give away this week! Be sure to enter, you just might win! And be sure to check out some of the awesome blogs posted as well!

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Semi-Wordless Wednesday

2013-09-25T20:08:00.001+02:00

I took this looking out my bedroom window this morning. This part of Italy is very foggy--something that I didn't know before I moved here. I can't help buy think of Heathcliff walking across the moors from Wuthering Heights.