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4/29/2012

Random thoughts - 4/29

Today I took a break and stayed home.  My skin needed a break from the sun, my legs needed a break from walking and I needed to catch up on this blog.  I found out that if you click on a photo in the blog, you will be able to see a slide show of that posts pictures, so you can see them full screen.

The B&B is a very welcome place, but the only place to really sit is in the kitchen on small kitchen chairs.  Which is not a bad thing, but I must admit right now I am missing a big ol' comfy sofa.  Besides that, I am very happy here in Luca's house and Nicole and I have become fast friends.  The fact that neither of us speaks anywhere near fluent Italian brings up together even more.  Nicole's English is very good and she is a lovely, warm person.  The past few days, she has invited me to join her on the roof to share a beer while she hangs laundry on the line to dry.  Luca's English is also very good and he is eager to improve upon it so he asks that I correct him if his grammar is wrong.  I've also asked him to do the same for my Italian, or rather the few words I can remember at this point.

New guests have arrived from Cincinnati, Ohio so now the house is full of English.  I must admit, this is a comfort.  I have a TV in my room, that has over 200 stations, all of which are in Italian.  But I watch them anyway, trying to pick up something - anything.  I did find one show in English - Jersey Shore.  Lord help me....

Which makes me ponder the question - why did I choose to come to a country where I don't speak the language???  I am not intimidated by Italian, I actually find the sound of it to be very soothing, almost musical.  I am very hopeful that my brain will be able to absorb more so it will, one day, easily flow from my lips.   The only part I don't enjoy right now is being unable to read it.  I'd like to know what the writing on a building says, or what a plaque on a wall says...   But, alas, I cannot.  Not yet...    

I have another question - why is it birds don't fly in the windows here?   Windows do not have screens.  They have wooden shutters on the outside and then windows and darken wooded covers on the inside so you can shut out the street and make the room pitch dark.   But yet when the window is wide open, which all are during the day, birds don't fly in.   I asked Luca that question, he said he didn't know and had never thought of it before...  Leave it to a crazy American to ask such a thing.

I am happy, but I am homesick for friends and family.  Yesterday as I was sipping my beer, there was a man sitting in his car parked in front of my table at the cafe.  I could see his profile in his side view mirror.  His profile looked just like my friend JR in Pennsylvania.  I knew it wasn't JR, but I could not stop looking at this man's reflection in the mirror because it was familiar and comforting.  He didn't seem to mind and would smile at me from time to time.  I sat there, looking, longer than I should, pretending that it was JR and that I was not alone in my journey.   Silly American....

Nicole has just called me from the kitchen -it is time for today's lesson, which is how to open a bottle of beer with a Bic lighter.  Oh, I know some of you are pros at this, but I'm still trying to get my amatuer status and have a bruise on my index finger to prove it...  Ciao for now ~

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