<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169</id><updated>2011-10-04T20:41:31.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning! Bring it on!</title><subtitle type='html'>A 25 year old with an addiction to food, wine and good conversation.. not to mention a long and arduous journey from America to Italy ( well it was british airways) .. Florence, Italy  is now my home and I wouldn't have it any other way.. My life is full of randomness , glee,  and most of all pasta..whether I like it or not..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-2185616147653453382</id><published>2011-01-07T02:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:49:21.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG please read***</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, moving over to wordpress so please update your blogroll if you want to see my posts&amp;nbsp;.. if not I wont be offended ;) ... thanks guys and cheers to 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ggnitaly84.wordpress.com/2011/01/07/hello-world/"&gt;http://ggnitaly84.wordpress.com/2011/01/07/hello-world/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-2185616147653453382?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/2185616147653453382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=2185616147653453382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/2185616147653453382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/2185616147653453382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-blog-please-read.html' title='NEW BLOG please read***'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-4659892884567818268</id><published>2010-11-01T15:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:53:17.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Work contracts in Italy... is Denmark the one to watch?</title><content type='html'>So i wrote about this on &lt;a href="http://insidersabroad.com/forums/general-discussions/topics/work-contracts-in-italy-what-do-you-think"&gt;http://insidersabroad.com/forums/general-discussions/topics/work-contracts-in-italy-what-do-you-think&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;so feel free to comment there ( more readers ) .. but why not put these thoughts on my little albeit lonely blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with my (Italian ) bf the other night about the contract system in Italy and I wanted to see everyone’s take on it? I understand that everyone wants the “coveted” contratto indeterminato or open-ended contract which is like having a tenure job, but that many people have temporary contracts or collaboration ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading articles about companies moving from Italy ( like the most recent about FIAT complaining about Italy ) to other countries and the fights between the unions and the companies, I can’t help but wonder what Italians and others think about the way the system is . Should people have a guaranteed job even if they aren’t good at it? Or is it a right people should have after working for a company after a few years, because banks won’t give loans to people if they don’t have a “guarantee” ie: open ended contract. Is this why there are so many people with temporary or precarious contracts because companies are afraid to hire more people or just watching their back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The model I am most curious about is the Danish one . http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/nationwor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Robust unemployment compensation is a key feature of Denmark’s labor market model, studied so widely in recent years that it rivals Carlsberg beer and Lego toys among the Scandinavian nation’s most famous trademarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called “flexicurity,” it combines flexibility for employers to hire and fire workers with financial security for the unemployed. And experts say it helps explain why both Danish businesses and workers are entering the global downturn in better shape than most of their Western peers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Perhaps more surprisingly, the system also enjoys support from union leaders, who say a flexible labor market is needed to guarantee jobs in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Our goal in the union is not to defend people’s jobs but to make sure that their next job is available,” says Kristian Madsen, spokesman for the United Federation of Danish Workers, the country’s biggest union. “When I tell my American colleagues, they can’t really wrap their heads around that way of thinking.”“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that could ever work in Italy or if people would even be open to a system such as in Denmark, or if we just continue to see these high profile fights and demonstrations for years to come.. In the meantime I better get back to work ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-4659892884567818268?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/4659892884567818268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=4659892884567818268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/4659892884567818268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/4659892884567818268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/11/work-contracts-in-italy-is-denmark-one.html' title='Work contracts in Italy... is Denmark the one to watch?'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-5021743176655834927</id><published>2010-10-25T15:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T16:02:32.942+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Expat Assholes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/TMWN7yyiWqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rNMdjm3vQR4/s1600/asshole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/TMWN7yyiWqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rNMdjm3vQR4/s320/asshole.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I was inspired to write this post after the expatsinitaly website posted an interview by expatsexchange ( complicated enough? ) by someone who clearly did not enjoy living in Florence. Fair enough, Florence is definitely not meant for everyone, there are times I need to escape too but what struck me as unique was with how much venom this person spoke about Italians and Florentines.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to the interview&lt;a href="http://www.expatexchange.com/rspnet.cfm?rid=95&amp;amp;answerid=24941&amp;amp;networkid=58&amp;amp;start=24941#comment"&gt; http://www.expatexchange.com/rspnet.cfm?rid=95&amp;amp;answerid=24941&amp;amp;networkid=58&amp;amp;start=24941#comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some of my favorite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;If they speak another language in your new country, do you speak the language? If yes, did you learn the language before you moved or while abroad? If no, are you planning to learn the language?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to learn some Italian before moving to Italy. I took Italian lessons once I got here. The Italian style of teaching and speaking goes all over the place and spirals around the main idea you want to get across. My tutor taught in this same manner and I got frustrated and quit after 3 months. I learned more on my own with a dictionary and trial and error on my own. Am I anywhere near fluent.... heck no! ....but I get by now. “&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um the best part about this is that he/she actually BLAMES the “Italian style" of teaching for his own inadequacies in learning the language.. Already a bad sign if you ask me.. Everyone knows the only way you actually learn is to surround yourself in an all Italian speaking environment but hey he “gets by" so I’m sure that enough to make this “expat asshole “ speak “facts” about the place he has lived in for a few years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;“How significant was the culture shock you experienced when you moved abroad?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awful! I was basically dropped here by my employer and expected to find housing, get a bank account, health care, etc. on my own. Only when my attempts failed a few times would they find a way to send somebody to help. Nobody affiliated with my work is really interested in helping new comers much. Most foreigners are married to Italians and just worry about their own lives. When asked for help, they usually have a million excuses to not be available. These people are very friendly, but not willing to help. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um what? Since when is your employer required to help you with the move? My father works for immigration in the USA and has lived everywhere in the world and has arranged his own details from Guatemala to Haiti with minimum help on the way.. News flash dude, this is the new 2010.. PLUS I know from going on boards like expats in Italy, people are generally VERY helpful. I have contacted at least 4 or 5 people and took them to the questura/post office/ etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Expats often talk about going through the "stages of culture shock." Examples include the honeymoon phase, the irritation-to-anger stage, the rejection of the culture stage, and the cultural adjustment phase. Do you feel like you went through these or any other stages as you settled into the new culture?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much difficulty initially settling in that I never experienced a honeymoon phase. I have been frustrated from day one. Every day is a challenge here. Italians make things much more difficult than need be. It's almost like they intentionally do it to foreigners here in Florence. I am here almost 2 years and leaving in June. I have never gotten out of the irritation, frustration phase. “&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok he’s been here two years. And can “get by “ with the language.. First mistake, once you fluently speak Italian you see how many of the things that frustrated you before , or much easier resolved when you can clearly get your point across ( and at the very least argue your case in Italian ) .. . Intentionally is a strong word and I am guessing he had some rough contact with Italians and probably took things/.everything personally…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;“What, if any, were some of the changes you noticed in yourself that might have been caused by culture shock? These might include things such as anger, depression, anxiety, increased eating or drinking, frustration, homesickness, etc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above and experiencing depression like never before. Most foreigners here are married to Italians and there is no real expat atmosphere. It has been very isolating. Sure, I have my regular group of friends to go and do things with and I get out and have fun, but it is a small group and, quite honestly, this town gets stale quite quickly (unless you're a barfly). I have done quite a bit of reading since I have been here. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? There is like 4 expat groups in Florence alone, afriendinflorence.com, YAWN, INToscana, St.james church group.. Mah? PLUS the Odeon movie theatre has many English movies, aperativos, right now there is&amp;nbsp;even a film festival ( and was last year&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;) , as well as food festivals, galas.. It takes two- to- tango dude.. You actually have to&amp;nbsp;DO the research , which would take about 5 seconds via the internet or a trip to the information office where they have brochures of upcoming events.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly but NOT the least offensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;“What are the most challenging aspects of the new culture?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Florentines are not friendly and do not care for foreigners. Nothing here has to be as difficult as they actually make it. If it's not Italian, it's not as good. Italians have a lot of pride in themselves and are some of the most arrogant and racist people I have ever met. They are also the most self-centered I have ever encountered....Italy starts with I! If there is a line, one will always jump to the front and ask questions, etc. There is no consideration if there are people waiting behind them, they will take their time to get their stuff done first (b/c it's all about them :0)) Itlians are VERY loud and unaware of when they are yelling in your ear or on their phones in a contained public space (ie bus, office, etc.). There are museums, cafes, restaurants and shopping; however, after a month or two, the novelty wears off. I prefer big cities and a wide variety of entertainment options. Florence doesn't have this. “&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow some strong statements once again which leads me to think that A. he really is an expat asshole and B. he by saying the Italians are arrogant, comes off bit arrogant himself&amp;nbsp;, no?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He is basically generalizing a group of people that really are very different, and calling all Florentines out. Yes Florentines are typically closed but that’s&amp;nbsp; A. towards other Italians that aren't from Florence as well, and a pretty common trait&amp;nbsp; from anyone who hasn’t MOVED and&amp;nbsp;probably has&amp;nbsp;their own set group of established friends. People come and go in Florence and generally&amp;nbsp;Florentines know that most foreigners will move on . You have to work hard at making friendships but to be honest, I have found that everywhere I have lived and because of that extra work put in on my part, the relationships were even stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , I really can understand frustration , after all I posted many blog posts about experiences, good and bad&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in Florence. But the difference is&amp;nbsp;I try and I emphasize the word "TRY" not to make sweeping generalizations and polarize myself and the very people I am trying to live around in such a way as this. Imagine if you are a Florentine reading this article? How would you feel? Obviously there are Italians that speak English and it doesn’t bode well to read that “your people “ are all like this or like that or feel this or feel that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on.. Have some respect, no-one knocked on your door and begged you to live there. To be honest I have found some&amp;nbsp;of my countrymen/women&amp;nbsp;to be the LEAST adaptable of the international countries here and people just do it to themselves by complaining about everything that is different and wrong, and not putting in the effort required to fit-in ( language, socially) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to complain but just don’t go on and on like a broken record or people really are not going to want to be around you, especially those you are trying to befriend.. Really.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned a lot these past 5 years on and off in Florence, had the bad times and good times but lesson number one, &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt; is key, &lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;communication &lt;/span&gt;is key ( which is why it is INTEGRAL that you learn the language of the country in which your living ) , and most likely things will be better , a whole new world opens up to you when you can effectively communicate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don’t compare cause its just not going to do anything for you but frustrate you..It really is ok to&amp;nbsp;NOT like the place you are living in and want to move, it really iS!. But, what is NOT ok is to publicly bash an entire country and its&amp;nbsp;people because of a short stint you had in the city ( talk about it with your friends ( don‘t think he has many) or in private sure&amp;nbsp; but in an interview ? I dunno.. TACT is a word that is underestimated these days.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some Italians that are very "proud" of all things Italian, who doesn't , but I also know that about more than a few Americans.. it goes both ways on that gravy train trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so folks that is an example of an "expat asshole " in my book or "stronzo" in the italian way.. almeno le parolacce in Italiano &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt; funzione bene ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-5021743176655834927?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/5021743176655834927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=5021743176655834927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/5021743176655834927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/5021743176655834927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/10/expat-assholes.html' title='Expat Assholes'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/TMWN7yyiWqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rNMdjm3vQR4/s72-c/asshole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-9208175278265044454</id><published>2010-07-16T21:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:36:31.627+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a blog post in 40 ( 100 f ) degree heat</title><content type='html'>Its really hot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-9208175278265044454?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/9208175278265044454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=9208175278265044454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/9208175278265044454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/9208175278265044454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post-in-40-100-f-degree-heat.html' title='a blog post in 40 ( 100 f ) degree heat'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-1544227836105690251</id><published>2010-05-31T12:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:18:43.352+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Food overdose , guess that "career " as a top model is over lol..</title><content type='html'>Can you overdose on good food? Well you can certainly feel bloated and kick up those exercise gears up a notch!….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food, food, and alas…more food! I feel like the past few weeks have been dominated with all that I love about Italy.. And more.. T-mans mom had the relatives over last week and what does that mean in our house? Um… try 2 days of planning, getting out the good China and hijacking our “kitchen” downstairs.. I pretty retreated to the cave like comfort of our bedroom while mamma executed the lunch layout with military like precision.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say lunch was fantastic.. Antipasto, lasagna, grilled meats and veggies and dessert… wine was flowing and eventually the lemon cello too.. Plus meeting his second cousins was a great experience, I am so grateful and happy to speak Italian well enough to actually ( finally ) show my personality and not just fall flat like many learning a second language.. One thing ive learned in Italy is to be respected you need to take (sarcasm ) and dish it out and you will be loved.. Hah that I can do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides amazing lunch we hit up a sagra ( food festival ) of steak in the countryside, Sagginale to be exact.. In the middle of nowhere there was a Texas like layout of tables, grills, people and boy did we eat… a HUGE steak , first plate of pasta, fries, wine, water and dessert for 12 euros each, your NEVER going to find THAT in the center of Florence.. That about covers wine and the coperto ( cover charge ) .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/TAOKnICGPPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JB_mYVQ62TA/s1600/bf+035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/TAOKnICGPPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JB_mYVQ62TA/s320/bf+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gianna holding up a steak even texas would be proud of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/TAOLWwnx4lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tHlYZqsQD5c/s1600/bf+040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/TAOLWwnx4lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tHlYZqsQD5c/s320/bf+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't help it.. i like MEAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/TAOMLhdLZVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/3jM9WDa8h3U/s1600/bf+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/TAOMLhdLZVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/3jM9WDa8h3U/s320/bf+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;italy IS like texas... sort of.. well theres a horse.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/TAOMvH4KsSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/EwuAiazK_wk/s1600/bf+048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/TAOMvH4KsSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/EwuAiazK_wk/s320/bf+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;with the girlies.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also checked out the “terra futuro” at the fortezza which was interesting, possibly my fav part was the old man wrapped in toilet paper walking around an handing people toilet paper flowers… I doubt he was part of the program but alas… it made me laugh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the gelato festival? Don’t even get me started… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food hangover… ensues.. Now how to fit in the clothes I got for Barcelona.. A better question..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-1544227836105690251?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/1544227836105690251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=1544227836105690251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/1544227836105690251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/1544227836105690251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/05/food-overdose-guess-that-career-as-top.html' title='Food overdose , guess that &quot;career &quot; as a top model is over lol..'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/TAOKnICGPPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JB_mYVQ62TA/s72-c/bf+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-4658448086043829432</id><published>2010-05-20T01:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T01:26:01.951+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates, lemon land, and "god-girl" ...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I know ive been hopelessly not keeping up with this blog , I cant believe the last time I wrote it was February and now its mid-may, where has the time flown??? Pretty fast if you ask me! These four months have been crazy, a whirlwind of work, fun, horrible weather and did I mention work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 all in all has been a great year so far, we all know theirs a recession, half the country hates obama, not to mention Berlusconi but I don’t care.. I listen to my pod casts ( planet money, frontline and BBC are faves ) and get angry, sad, thoughtful everyday,. Thank god something like that exists. I take the bus everyday to work and during that time I listen to my updated pod casts which fills me in to everything from Uganda to Tennessee.. And I have gained such a greater knowledge in all sorts of crazy stuff like hedge funds, derivatives, political system in Egypt.. Amazing.. ! T-man just looks at me as if I am crazy and laughs at my “obsessive” hobbies but I think he secretly loves it .. ( or hates it and I am just flattering myself here.. A def. option ) .. I do have an obsessive side to my personality where politics/news/social issues are concerned but personally I like to blame this anomaly on my youth and passion for uncomfortable issues.. Crikey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at home ..all is good. T-mans mom hasn’t killed me yet and I haven’t turned into an ironing monster tending to t-mans socks, underwear and 80’s style sweatbands.. As strange as it sounds, I’m used to living with them and when get out own house.. Imp going to miss her, maybe not the intrusive bedroom cleanup visits while we’re at work but you get what I mean.. despite the fact that I sometimes think I am an alien from a distance galaxy not to be confused with XENU ( sorry tom cruise ) to Italian women.. It works.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is good and always better.. I have the fun job of paying taxes both in the USA and here but I am not complaining.. its my duty and yes I partake in the social health care ( not to be likened with socialist Stalin’s regime and babies routinely picked through and thrown out that “Fauxnews” and people like Glenn beck would like you to believe ) . I get sick, I go to a doctor , I get treated , all is well in the world.. And you know what? Because of the food, I never get sick haha! Win win! But I have been to the hospital here ( minor car accident ) and I can assure you , no surgery was getting done without anesthesia or rusty medical equipment … sorry to disappoint !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of going to the Amalfi coast with my friend Gianna and her new boyfriend “English Andy” ( can you guess where he’s from? ) .. It was a short trip, Thursday to Sunday but it was AMAZING.. After weeks of new England type weather I was ready to adopt Vodka as water but then came amalfi.. A less-painful than pre-thought bus ride to the coast and then a good nights sleep in a hotel room resembling the shining ( literally we dragged Andy in our room due to the bright creepy blue doors and fluorescent lighting but there was a nice balcony.. Strange.. ) we were ready for a boat trip around Capri ( AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ) , just absolutely gorgeous, the lagoons, the rocks, the expensive houses I will never set foot in.. and even the rocky beaches were ok with me because there was SUN! The 2nd day we toured Positano which was just as gorgeous although sadly we did not run into Raul Bova as presumed.. Another boat ride with some cliff-jumping ( yep… ) and lagoon swimming and another nap on the beach… the list goes on and on.. The only damper in the trip was an annoying girl who was very into her religion and of course I somehow got stuck one dinner next to her as she chatted about “god being part of her life and defining her” . Of course I was a bit of a devils advocate and mentioned xenu, Allah and the like but that didn’t go over too well.. ) , normally all for it but come on… its dinner, I want my wine and to talk about the last season of LOST, geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course “annoying god girl” as she is now called complained about EVERYTHING! , the hotel provided free breakfast and dinner and god girl was not pleased about dinner the 2nd night, after waiting for the 3 rd course ( yes I said 3rd ) she went up to the organizer and asked for a “salad” to which the organizer apologized profusely and mentioned the variety in the 4 thousand courses we served ( keep in mind the organizer asked the night before if that nights menu was ok with everyone and nothing was said in the contrary).. .god girls reply? “ I only ate potatoes “ which pretty much was the phrase of the rest of our trip… “gianna, can you pick it up a bit? “… gianna’s reply “ I only ate potatoes, give me a BREAK!”. f*** off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn’t bad enough on the way home we were watching movies on the bus , sound quality was good and there was “4 weddings and a funeral“, No-one was complaining until “god girls” ear chords were disturbed while reciting Judith 2.3 or the like and she complained it was too loud or “piercing her ears”…. ( like my ears were when she explained her bond with herself - god and her plans to get a masters in theology at dinner nonstop ) ..so the movie was turned down. Immediately after everyone else complained the sound was too low.. So the organizer put everyone in check and said “what do you WANT people!”.. to which I spoke and mentioned I had a nice pair of ear-buds for those who wanted a quieter Zen like experience on the bus… all was good in the world until we came to the most expensive auto grill EVER! I wanted to report then to “strizia della notizia” , 16 euros for crap pasta and peas? But what can you do! All in all.. Great trip with good friends,, and god girl is a great story after all, I wish her well as a future “marriage counselor” in the temple.. Buona fortuna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_Rjc8IaH0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/pkjuaPQCy8Y/s1600/biancanot+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_Rjc8IaH0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/pkjuaPQCy8Y/s320/biancanot+008.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Island of Capri and a nostalgic man.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_Rj9XDiHxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fzp9wC51a_E/s1600/biancanot+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_Rj9XDiHxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fzp9wC51a_E/s320/biancanot+014.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sweet baby angel took a nap on the ferry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_Ru82ISU5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/z5XNG5K4lLc/s1600/biancanot+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_Ru82ISU5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/z5XNG5K4lLc/s320/biancanot+050.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;relaxing on the rocky beach... paradiso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_RvvxUAyhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/wfdF72dK87c/s1600/biancanot+094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_RvvxUAyhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/wfdF72dK87c/s320/biancanot+094.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a fish decided to make a run for it... that can't be fun to grab! yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_RwioGpAKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WRmeS-e4Ro8/s1600/biancanot+081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_RwioGpAKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WRmeS-e4Ro8/s320/biancanot+081.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;grapes, panino... sun... um yeah they had to drag me away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_RxFm57NJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/p_TSox6mIJA/s1600/biancanot+063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_RxFm57NJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/p_TSox6mIJA/s320/biancanot+063.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cactuse's aren't just in Arizona.. Capri as well! who knew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_RyBqdf_CI/AAAAAAAAAPk/CtK3mTp8GEM/s1600/biancanot+055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_RyBqdf_CI/AAAAAAAAAPk/CtK3mTp8GEM/s320/biancanot+055.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in about 5 minutes.. he will be breaking out into hot pants and YMCA theme song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_Rynhv7-NI/AAAAAAAAAPs/21elXgjtQgM/s1600/biancanot+066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_Rynhv7-NI/AAAAAAAAAPs/21elXgjtQgM/s320/biancanot+066.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lunch on the sea..after "god girls" unwelcome interruption.. aghhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_RzVrPsxeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bscIPw9G-78/s1600/biancanot+097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_RzVrPsxeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bscIPw9G-78/s320/biancanot+097.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the view from our boat... positano.. anyone want to come visit now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s next? Got Barcelona for 5 days in June and then chill summer. So far so good…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all.. I only ate potatoes…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-4658448086043829432?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/4658448086043829432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=4658448086043829432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/4658448086043829432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/4658448086043829432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates-lemon-land-and-god-girl.html' title='Updates, lemon land, and &quot;god-girl&quot; ...'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S_Rjc8IaH0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/pkjuaPQCy8Y/s72-c/biancanot+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-3730965541866141707</id><published>2010-02-02T12:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:39:14.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts of the day..and a castle</title><content type='html'>so this weekend was very interesting, I spent a quiet Friday hanging out with Tina ( from Tinatangos ) and we enjoyed a yummy aperativo at Noir. I am getting so SICK of pasta so it was breath of fresh air to havef resh cheeses, meats, honey, veggies.. I am hungry again. She met a few of my friends and we headed over to my favorite wine bar. A dark little place called "sei divino" ( clever huh! hehe) where the people are friendly and the wine is amazing. Tina is a fun person who I was thrilled to finally meet in person... which means a trip to Perugia is in the cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gEVyRdy3I/AAAAAAAAANc/KECW6xXJHZw/s1600-h/cstpty+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gEVyRdy3I/AAAAAAAAANc/KECW6xXJHZw/s320/cstpty+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;having wine and a chat... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Living in Florence keeps me sane because of the access I have to meeting people from all over the world.. I tend to relate more to english speakers ( obviously ) because even though I do speak Italian ..I miss cultural idioms and humor and all of the above..Plus i have left my country and set up shop elsewhere which makes you a different person that those who have never done so..&amp;nbsp;Luckily i have the wonderful family of t-man but I really lack Italian girlfriends which one day I hope to have.. &amp;nbsp;Plus Its nice when people focus on who you really&amp;nbsp;are instead of the fact that your "American".. I try not to be the kind of person that says.. your english therefore..... or italians do.. I understand people generalize ( its natural and I have done as well but at least i live here as opposed to just having an opinion) but in the end I grew up in a place that was ethnically diverse ( san antonio, texas&amp;nbsp; which people may not know! ) and it does bother me when&amp;nbsp;I read "Americans this.. or Americans that... " most of these people haven't lived in America or have ( in my experience ) spent that much time with "americans" so I just kind of nod and try to be nice when I hear that.... boh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;so I have to mention ( has nothing to do with anything really) .. I have been looking for the perfect pair of rainboots.. and sadly due to me wearing a 40-41 its almost impossible to find.. and I didnt want to pay an arm and a leg for boots meant to be sloshing around rainy Florence.. and guess what! I finally found my new fav pairs of "shoes".. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gHNciSTrI/AAAAAAAAANk/zaSrFcLXqHU/s1600-h/cstpty+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gHNciSTrI/AAAAAAAAANk/zaSrFcLXqHU/s320/cstpty+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;rainboots! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and so the castle... a friend of mine invited me and whomever I wanted to a "castle party" where you pay 20 euros and its open bar, with dolce and fruits. I thought it might be fun so I invited everyone and we ended going in 8 ( had to take the&amp;nbsp;car) .. thank god for GPS.. ( even though we STILL got lost ) .. the location seemed scarily similar to that of "The Monster of Florence" and for one moment&amp;nbsp; everyone in the car was silent.. we got there (early) . i guess no one comes when it opens lol.. just us. but it a gorgeous location and the set-up seemed very nice.. There were several large rooms with buffet style tables set up with fruits, cakes, a bar, DJ, seating. and coatcheck.. so we were happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;a view of the castle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gI6igGFoI/AAAAAAAAANs/fQvHR-InA4Q/s1600-h/cstpty+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gI6igGFoI/AAAAAAAAANs/fQvHR-InA4Q/s320/cstpty+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the red lighting is like the entrance to a horror flick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gJkdnVssI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cAgo3ZQg_e8/s1600-h/cstpty+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gJkdnVssI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cAgo3ZQg_e8/s320/cstpty+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me and the "t".. should we escape or actualy ( gulp ) enter... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gKM8ZWdfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bwjWJPPdS00/s1600-h/cstpty+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gKM8ZWdfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bwjWJPPdS00/s320/cstpty+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Us girls way too early at the event... i must remember to be late more often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gK5Bqjc4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/RnMDl9huYI4/s1600-h/cstpty+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gK5Bqjc4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/RnMDl9huYI4/s320/cstpty+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me, a bunch of hands, and some nifty painted nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gLrMdeg1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/lsWWDf_b2oI/s1600-h/cstpty+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gLrMdeg1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/lsWWDf_b2oI/s320/cstpty+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the theme was "flowers' so we got out the lipstick. poor Daniel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gMO3w8yBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qoeJdexVvi0/s1600-h/cstpty+060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gMO3w8yBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qoeJdexVvi0/s320/cstpty+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;giovanni enters the stage.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gN17C4iQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2I_FlLUU7GQ/s1600-h/cstpty+070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gN17C4iQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2I_FlLUU7GQ/s320/cstpty+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;dancing in a castle.. why t is wearing his jacket is a small wonder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gOh6j3iuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OQ3ehgDuq_Y/s1600-h/cstpty+094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gOh6j3iuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OQ3ehgDuq_Y/s320/cstpty+094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nico and Madeleine having a very interested and surprising conversation.. fess up guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so I have more photos but take a look on FB if you want to see them, blogger takes far too long to download them and I am losing my will to live or continue this blog post... back to work and my tea! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-3730965541866141707?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/3730965541866141707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=3730965541866141707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/3730965541866141707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/3730965541866141707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts-of-dayand-castle.html' title='Random thoughts of the day..and a castle'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2gEVyRdy3I/AAAAAAAAANc/KECW6xXJHZw/s72-c/cstpty+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-966311891887827491</id><published>2010-01-29T12:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:23:58.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Flashed at the bus stop..</title><content type='html'>So after recounting this story to both FB and friends I feel I must give it a mention in my blog. ( who’s layout has changed by the way , the red was making me crazy! ) .. So Wednesday started off normal.. I got a call from a friend who needed someone to talk to so I invited her over, we made some tea, and just talked, made lunch , joked around until it was time to go to work. We make our way to the bus stop, I am at the last stop so we often have to wait for the bus driver to finish his smoke/ gamble/ café or whatever he does when he highlights it outta the bus.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I talk about the “Flasher”, I feel I should mention that the little town I live in ( suburbs of Florence ) is one of the towns where everyone knows your business and there seems to be a never ending parade of elderly people. Even I know the barber had an affair with one of the women in the town and that her husband took her back and the women who own the little clothes shop are swingers.. Ect ect.. So I would have NEVER expected “Mr. Pants on the ground “ to show up on my side of town.. Piazza Michelangelo ( got flashed there too! ) maybe but Girone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and my friend Gianna were sitting on the bus when she starts cracking up.. She says a guy is over there peeing on the fence in front of the bus stop ( I should mention the bus stop is also in front of a busy street and piazza ) . Well peeing in public isn’t the most abnormal thing I have seen here.. At the station I saw a “little person” drop her pants and squat in front of everyone ( obviously she had mental problems ) and then get on a bus and say “CIAO” to the first person she saw.. So I brushed off Gianna.. And was like “eh cosi”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then.. ( insert scary music here ) .. We noticed that he WASN’T going away and he was staring at us . We’re probably about 20 feet away and Inside a pretty full bus but nevertheless it was FREAKY! He was fully clothed, seemed to be in his mid-twenties, had a pony-tail ( ugh) and sunglasses/. The only thing different about him was the fact that he had his “pene” out in t he air . A mighty cold air might I mention.. So we quickly look away and he walks away but then he turns around and sorts of makes a stance like “LOOK AT ME”.. this proceeded for about 10 minutes with us going “um does anyone else see this? “ and the Italians on the bus ( mostly older ) either didn’t care or didn’t want to know.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was the fact that the carabieniri and the police were INSIDE the Piazza but just sat in their cars.. Soo… that was MY WEDNESDAY! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;to diffuse the grossness that was this post.. I will include some fun pictures.. ( NOT OF him.. but the New Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys in Florence.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LBw1eJJWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eu-GvPaq75I/s1600-h/texas2010+335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LBw1eJJWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eu-GvPaq75I/s320/texas2010+335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to post this to prove that it exists! Phish food here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LCWzWukII/AAAAAAAAAMc/vEfHvy-m9qE/s1600-h/texas2010+338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LCWzWukII/AAAAAAAAAMc/vEfHvy-m9qE/s320/texas2010+338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;t-man and my friend Madeleine and the cutest dogs I have ever seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LD6Oao9PI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jk26-S8oLlI/s1600-h/texas2010+347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LD6Oao9PI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jk26-S8oLlI/s320/texas2010+347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gianna and I at an international dinner.. spinach artichoke dip made an appearance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LDFQCaTWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vgMvuwImUTE/s1600-h/texas2010+345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LDFQCaTWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vgMvuwImUTE/s320/texas2010+345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;t-man and gianna looking like Italians.. smoking and bored.. i kid i kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LEPrTAkII/AAAAAAAAAM0/HaF88Ogu3aE/s1600-h/meblue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LEPrTAkII/AAAAAAAAAM0/HaF88Ogu3aE/s320/meblue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yes those are BLUE drinks.. that can't be good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LEtvkE3pI/AAAAAAAAAM8/z1nF9X9tczg/s1600-h/mefrench.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LEtvkE3pI/AAAAAAAAAM8/z1nF9X9tczg/s320/mefrench.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me and my Frenchies.. and alot of wine.. what did you expect? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LE6SBB_5I/AAAAAAAAANE/sAjzrRLJ42U/s1600-h/wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LE6SBB_5I/AAAAAAAAANE/sAjzrRLJ42U/s320/wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and last but not least, my friend just posted this from the wedding.. Texas wedding 09! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and thats all folks.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-966311891887827491?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/966311891887827491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=966311891887827491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/966311891887827491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/966311891887827491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-flashed-at-bus-stop.html' title='Getting Flashed at the bus stop..'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2LBw1eJJWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eu-GvPaq75I/s72-c/texas2010+335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-3483635318040512487</id><published>2010-01-28T10:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:45:17.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest post from Tina ( http://tinatangos.com/blog/) on what its like to be an Expat :)</title><content type='html'>So we have a wonderful guest post by my girl Tina (Tina Tangos ) ..she'as on my blog list.. on what its REALLY like being an expat... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When the Dust Settles Down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first few months as an expat are exciting: you're getting to know your new surroundings, enjoying the language, discovering new foods and feeling very proud of yourself (as you should). It's hard to feel even an ounce of homesickness because everything is so new. You're in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you become a resident, and life becomes mundane. And this is good! It means you’re on your way to becoming a part of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? It’s hard. It’s boring. And it takes time to make friends so there are lonely nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I’ve learned in my personal experience for how to deal when the dust settles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go back home. I’ve met many an expat, both in Italy and in Argentina, who give up pretty quickly as soon as they start to feel homesick. I’ve had that temptation as well and it’s perfectly understandable. But look at it this way: you’re almost at the summit of the mountain, so just keep going. Feel free to stop to take a break, but you’re almost there. Do you really want to quit after getting so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient with yourself. Everything doesn’t come together in the blink of an eye here in Italy. Yes, you had a life – a very full one – back in your home country, but think about it. You had lived there at least for several years, if not your whole life. Once you move to a new city or country, you realize just how much is involved in building a life that you once took for granted. It takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make friends with other expats. I love my Italian friends. I really do. They have been instrumental in getting me settled here, and really it doesn’t matter where someone is from; if we have a connection, I'm happy. But gosh, there are some things that a local would never understand. Sometimes you have to get your information or moral support from people who have been in your shoes and walked the same road as a foreigner. It takes the edge off in a big way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your methods for dealing with the post-honeymoon phase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina Ferrari is a translator, writer and tango dancer based in Umbria. She can be found at her own blog, Tina Tangos as well as AffordableCallingCards.net. **If you're an expat blogger in Italy, stop by and enter the Blogging from the Boot contest! There’s still time!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinatangos.com/blog"&gt;Tina Tangos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://affordablecallingcards.net/"&gt;AffordableCallingCards.net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.affordablecallingcards.net/2010/expats-in-italy-blogging-awards"&gt;Blogging from the Boot&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2FeOtcKOsI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MghP6OgN1JI/s1600-h/subasio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2FeOtcKOsI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MghP6OgN1JI/s320/subasio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tina :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-3483635318040512487?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/3483635318040512487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=3483635318040512487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/3483635318040512487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/3483635318040512487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/01/guest-post-from-tina.html' title='Guest post from Tina ( http://tinatangos.com/blog/) on what its like to be an Expat :)'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S2FeOtcKOsI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MghP6OgN1JI/s72-c/subasio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-3027020730507014993</id><published>2010-01-25T12:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:37:24.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>but where is my rosticciana?</title><content type='html'>So what a weekend.. It was a little bit “crazy “even for me..One thing I love about Italy is the accessibility of friends.. In America ( at least My America) .. You go through college life. Graduate, then basically become work slave for the next 5 years.. Until you change jobs. Life can be a drastic change.. You go from waking up at noon, going out 4 days a week to all work no play until the weekend. Suddenly your thrown into “adult” life.. I worked during University.. But I still managed to cram everything in, social life and all.. So after my year in Italy and back in America I fell into what is commonly known as a rut.. I was sitting in my apartment miserably missing t-man and my former life.. I went to work , I finished university and went to the gym but I felt hollow inside.. As if just going through the motions.. I don’t feel I thrive under a regimental schedule like some do.. Work was ok.. But I hated being micromanaged ( new boss ) and school was alright but I was in that place when you have left all that you had known and then came back a similar but enhanced person.. So I felt like I was a stranger in my own country.. In Europe I was always “la Americana” but in America I was the girl who lived-talked and breathed Italy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t-man came to visit me twice, stayed 3 months the first time and an additional 1 1.2 after ( 90 day rule..) and we had a great time.. The look on T-mans face after leaving LAX ( los angeles international airport ) was one of terror.. All he saw was an expanse of land that seemed to continue forever and full of bright shiny modern buildings ( and a few sketchy Wendy’s thrown in there.. We WERE near Inglewood.. Not the best area..) … needless to say he was scared.. And who wouldn’t be.. Even I was the first time I came to La or “la la land as I call it”. Sadly I had to work or go to school 99% of the time so he was left to his own devices. Gym- tanning - laundry ( to quote the jersey shore…lol) .. But he enjoyed it.. We roller-skated from Venice to Santa Monica, explored Disneyland.. Went to crazy Halloween parties.. Met weirdoes at blockbuster ( seriously why is everyone creepy and seemingly knows everything about your life who works there!) .. He LOVED the food, we had sushi, vegetarian burritos and hand-maid tortilla chips.. , coconut rice and curried chicken, egg-rolls and lemon chicken, pizza (Chicago style) , big salads with feta cheese and olives.. And bacon.. It was a great time.. But I always felt “half-there” .. I wasn’t satisfied with my life from before I had left.. But maybe I wasn’t trying hard enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to Italy.. And it wasn’t easy, I had no friends..life was drastically different from that of a confident student surrounded by others.. I had only t-man and no job ( yet) .. I used to cry myself to sleep thinking I made a mistake.. We didn’t live together then and I had a nice yet cold roommate from Bulgaria that wasn’t the kind of person you could ask for coffee..T-man didn’t understand what I was going through and thus didn’t know how to react.. Luckily that period didn’t last long.. I got my act together.. Got a nanny job , then made some friends.. And the rest is history..more and better jobs came and so did my legality in this country.. Sometimes I read my journal from those times and I shudder and realize that I have come a long long way.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I realize that what makes me happy is just this.. Variable work that I can control “free-lance” where I can work from home but also go out in the real world and mingle with the masses. I need to be constantly challenged and believe me, I am! The first time I “married” a couple as a celebrant I almost had a panic attack.. All eyes on me and a bride and groom expecting a perfect flawless wedding.. But I secretly love realizing I can do things I never thought I could.. I can walk into a business meeting with a bunch of Italians and sell them.. And believe it.. In Italian.. Scary yes but doable… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life allows freedom and creativity.. I get to go for random lunches with my friends or t-man.. I can take a Friday off or work on Sunday if I want.. Sometimes I go out.. Thursday Friday and Saturday or sometimes none at all and I have become much better with how I handle my money… cause I have too.. Vacation for a month every august. Never do I think I can’t do something now.. It more like.. Ok how do I go about it.. So life is good.. I must say.. As for the rosticianna comment.. Apparently when I had a bit too much vino rosso ( oops) last weekend.. T-man was driving us home and I was blabbering about politics and current events as usual and suddenly said “ but where is my rosticianna” .. and I meant it.. So now t brings that up whenever he can.. “so georgette.. But where IS your rosticianna ? ( rosticianna is barbequed pork-rubs…amazing ) … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s the plan for this week? Besides work , international dinner at a friends tomorrow.. I plan on bring spinach and artichoke dip with veggies and chips.. And wine. Thursday the girls are coming over to hang out and attempt to plan a girls-trip to Sicily.. Friday aperativo with the wonderful Tina from tinatangoes ( assuming she does indeed come to Florence! ) Saturday we are off to a “flower party” at Castle in the countryside.. Should be interesting.. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ok then! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S12AXVAXp5I/AAAAAAAAALo/_m7SiR1jcUU/s1600-h/texas2010+311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S12AXVAXp5I/AAAAAAAAALo/_m7SiR1jcUU/s320/texas2010+311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gianna, me and Damaris.. yeah damaris is the only one to arrive from Xmas vacay with a tan... can i live in honduras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S12A_gw2e9I/AAAAAAAAALw/bKtlcWuYpQ0/s1600-h/texas2010+313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S12A_gw2e9I/AAAAAAAAALw/bKtlcWuYpQ0/s320/texas2010+313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;random dancing and strange expressions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S12BjTSKZ2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/f1u1Qce_JT0/s1600-h/texas2010+333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S12BjTSKZ2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/f1u1Qce_JT0/s320/texas2010+333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"ma che!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S12CDB1JIcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DJ84X3-ZH2U/s1600-h/texas2010+317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S12CDB1JIcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DJ84X3-ZH2U/s320/texas2010+317.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;our crazy colunbian friend, his dancing is slightly reminiscent of Micheal jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and thats all folks! till we meet again and i satify my craving for rosticianna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-3027020730507014993?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/3027020730507014993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=3027020730507014993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/3027020730507014993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/3027020730507014993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-where-is-my-rosticciana.html' title='but where is my rosticciana?'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S12AXVAXp5I/AAAAAAAAALo/_m7SiR1jcUU/s72-c/texas2010+311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-3099391794777408689</id><published>2010-01-20T21:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:22:50.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop thinking Brain!</title><content type='html'>My mind is going a million miles a minute.. Sometimes I feel like my brain is on overload.. So many thoughts and feelings scattered together it can be hard at times to focus.. Partly because I have more time here in Italy to really think.. About the world.. About politics and why people are they way they are.. And also is a welcome distraction from the hum-dum of ordinary life . Sometimes I wish I could turn it off but even with a riotous episode of Jersey shore… still can’t seem to focus.. Also since I have returned from America I have been hit with some severe insomnia.. Partly because of jet-lag and a bad habit of going to bed at 2-230am.. Grr.. I am seriously considering going to a pharmacy and picking up some natural sleep remedy.. Or as Italians would call it “chamomile!” .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going good at home. Me and T are doing well.. I am a HARD_HEADED stubborn person.. I know this and I know compromising its difficult for me and I expect the world of my bf.. Poor t didn’t know what he was getting into with me but there are times I think about how lucky I am… after paying my Italian taxes and him helping me with that extraordinary amount , I realized even after the disappointment of last year via visa problems.. Maybe it was a “blessing in disguise” as my friend Gianna told me..it seems like a lot of work but I am here.. Legally and just waiting for someone to do their job at the comune.. Hopefully soon! I’ll bring the espresso! T’s mom has been cooking up some scrumptious food.. She’s amazing.. No joke.. Fresh pasta with vegetables.. Thinly sliced meat, rosticciana and potatoes… I can’t get enough which sadly means I need to work out! I decided not to renew my Virgin active account.. I love it and hope to be back but 85 euros a month…! In a country where people get paid EU1000 a month on average… 10% of your income? NAH… so I am trying to walk more and getting a habit of less-internet! Today I met up with Gianna and headed to “the diner” a pho-American diner in Florence where I get refilled American coffee at my request.. Don’t crucify me people.. I eat Italy’s wonderful food everyday.. I want a bagel and a cup of Joe… and conversation .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I love about living here is the fact that I can READ… beautiful books! LoL.. I read a lot and naturally I order from the internet.. Abebooks.com and Amazon more than anything! And guess what , the books actually ARRIVE! In Italy! There is a god! ( or Buddha) .. So right now I am reading “Sacred Games”, “The Pilots Wife” and am saving “Love and Longing in Bombay” and the “wind up bird chronicles” for later.. Am I the only one who reads multiple books at a time? Different mood, different book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thoughts for today… Haiti… of course.. I cannot believe they were hit with ANOTHER 6.1 magnitude aftershock as if they haven’t suffered enough! Those poor people! Sometimes I look around and think.. I am enjoying a wonderful new day and they are sleeping in the street.. All I can do is donate though hopefully that goes into worthy hands.. My dad worked there and I have a special place in my heart for the Haitians who according to my dad are loving people just desperate.. And I would be too in their situation.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the 60th senate seat ( formally Ted- Kennedy’s) was filled with a republican.. Am I sad? I don’t think of myself as republican or democratic but at the moment I am more left-leaning.. Cause A. I am a woman. B. I do care about people in need C. I don’t want to ignore domestic issues.. I get angry… yes angry and the more I think about it.. I would LOVE to get into politics.. Because I do care.. I want to KNOW about what is really going on and this curiosity has stemmed from when I was a wee little one growing up in Louisiana and Texas.. I would “read” books before I could “read” just turning pages over and over.. Lol at least according to my dad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been paying close attention to what’s been going on in the health care debacle and I am so sick of hearing this “Americans want this” or “the real America that”… what the fuck is the “real America” … how can ANYONE presume they know what a country with a huge population and an affinity to throwing tea in harbors is thinking? We need to realize that us as Americans often think VERY DIFFERENTLY. I myself, think completely differently than Georgette of 5 years ago.. 5 years ago, I listened but not really, I cared but not enough.. Now I pay attention.. Instead of believing what others tell me to believe I do research.. For example.. I have been listening and reading up on credit card companies and the economical bubble burst and its fascinating.. Its so easy to say “people did it to themselves” well.. Ok .. Imp not saying we’re not notorious spenders but hell.. You can’t throw around free-market ideologies and when it fails ignore the fact that people are gullible and taken advantage of.. That is a fact.. Who reads the “fine- print”… I am so sick of lobbyists for Financial institutions saying “more regulation = big government” but then accepting a bailout? So what is its guys? Your way of doing business DIDN:T work because you were loaning out money to people who could never pay it BACK! And your justification was that “everyone “ should be able to get a loan… at 30 % interest though? Maybe DESPERATE people… I don’t know.. I am not the one who invented the computer program that banks have that process your highest checks first that way it empties your account faster… and why because the lobbyist says “that’s what people want”… um where was I when that survey was conducted? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the health care debacle… to me “simply saying NO isn’t good enough”… We are the only highly industrialized nation that doesn’t offer health care to just anyone.. I don’t care if you hate Obama or you don’t like his bill.. Than YOU come up with something better instead of saying “ the American people believe in …. insert vague useless statement here”.. your not my America ok sir! I believe you can not criticize anything without offering up a solution and I would benefit as a consumer to pay less for those who rush our emergency rooms due to no insurance.. Only time will tell.. Until then you better believe I will be watching..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-3099391794777408689?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/3099391794777408689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=3099391794777408689' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/3099391794777408689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/3099391794777408689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/01/stop-thinking-brain.html' title='Stop thinking Brain!'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-6338501493190591117</id><published>2010-01-19T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:36:55.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying Taxes "american style" and my exciting new social life... :o)</title><content type='html'>So tea and taxes…goes together like 1776... And has nothing to do with my taxes but hey it was a nice attempt.. .so the day that I have been dreading has finally a come.. A nice fat envelope from god know who, perhaps Berlusconi himself with my tax bill. Since we have done all of the paperwork for my “colf “ visa , the only thing that has come in time is request for taxes.. LOL.. Its kinda funny but not really. I still don’t have an appointment for my permesso ( identity card) but yet they have already received EU500 and now an additional EU700... No small sum for a “colf” eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problems paying tax as LONG as I see (some) return… or I threaten to emigrate to Denmark where they have the highest taxes BUT they actually use their tax revenue for the people, and do it well! They have one of the least income disparity among their people, health care is highly rated , education is free and there is low unemployment.. Unlike il bel-paese and my own “wealthy” nation.. So whets better to have folks , a place that seems to tax the sh** out of their people but uses the money wisely or lower taxes and the “possibility” to make something of oneself through self-motivation and hard work.. At this point I’ll take the latter.. Per-favore! I’m a pretty motivated person but geez I’ve had so many lemons handed to me in 2009 that I’m sick of making lemonade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do.. Pay the damn taxes and wait,hope,and pray that I will have my appointment soon and then I can change my permesso to an independent work visa.. But we shall see.. One step and tax at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reference to my social life was that *gasp I almost have too many plans! I have been doing research for Venice carnival and have ALWAYS wanted to go but Venice is expensive and I just paid taxes lol.. Sooooo low and behold I and some friends will be tagging along with the European ( Erasmus ) Aeegee organization to Venice for the day on Feb 13th and paying just EU30! that’s a 1 way ticket to Venice via trenitalia! We’re also going to a “castle “ party where you pay 20 euros and there is an open bar and a flower themed party! Whatever but I am sure it will be fun to get out of the center and party Italian style.. This week we’re meeting up with a Columbian- Italian friend who is crazy fun at our favorite bar for some good times and Saturday is “sex and the city” night with me and some good girl friends where we hit the town with style.. Cheesy I know but I need an active social life.. I’m 25... I live with my boyfriend and his parents… get me outta here! Lol just kidding! Plus I want to enjoy the most of these friends who probably will leave as Florence alas.. Is not an easy city to find work in.. so for now I’m snuggled on the couch with T-man watching a movie about a man in Prague obsessed with his girlfriend… http://www.wisevid.com/play?v=1tbfA5g86tbc. ( the link) .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S1YHHTPpVmI/AAAAAAAAALA/D2LDl1iv1vU/s1600-h/texas2010+293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S1YHHTPpVmI/AAAAAAAAALA/D2LDl1iv1vU/s320/texas2010+293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Indian night with the ladies... too much wine! ( if that was ever a problem!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S1YHzZUuOeI/AAAAAAAAALI/VE9C8MgUnm8/s1600-h/texas2010+286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S1YHzZUuOeI/AAAAAAAAALI/VE9C8MgUnm8/s320/texas2010+286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Madeleine and her bears/pups! I tried to kidnap one but it didn't work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S1YIug-PwwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/L6RdCX0ySLA/s1600-h/texas2010+302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S1YIug-PwwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/L6RdCX0ySLA/s320/texas2010+302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sex and the city night part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S1YJdJ7gNPI/AAAAAAAAALY/67_1UNFaF3Y/s1600-h/texas2010+307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S1YJdJ7gNPI/AAAAAAAAALY/67_1UNFaF3Y/s320/texas2010+307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;part 2...let the craziness begin and it did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again, pay your taxes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-6338501493190591117?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/6338501493190591117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=6338501493190591117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/6338501493190591117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/6338501493190591117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/01/paying-taxes-american-style-and-my.html' title='Paying Taxes &quot;american style&quot; and my exciting new social life... :o)'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S1YHHTPpVmI/AAAAAAAAALA/D2LDl1iv1vU/s72-c/texas2010+293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-6423288123933034575</id><published>2010-01-12T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:52:58.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Same-sex marriage , education reform and Snookie from the Jersey shore... yup</title><content type='html'>So anyone who knows me knows my little “obsessions” and maybe my over posting of links on facebook regarding issues I am thinking about that day.. Sorry guys.. At least I am not just updating my status to say when I brushed my teeth last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I thinking about today? Same-sex marriage debate and public education in America.. And then it dawned on me…why not share more of this on my blog.. After all that’s what blogs are for.. Your thoughts.. And not just about me.. So I am going to try and incorporate more of that in this colorful little smorgasbord of a free-blog.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets start with same-sex marriage.. As you all know, I spent a nifty few years in the land of beach babes, Hollywood.. Arnold Schwarzenegger as governor and being the state with the most debt…. Hooray California.. I have quite an affinity for my sun-drenched state since after growing up in Texas, I longed for something different..not necessarily better but different… That said.. I was quite shocked when prop 8 passed. I was not in California at the time ( here in belitalia which has its own problems regarding this issue.. ) but I do care a lot about what is going on in the country of my birth.. And I have a lot of gay and lesbian friends who are in more stable relationships than many of my heterosexual friends.. And should have the right ( in my humble opinion) to marry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s the deal? Especially since California ( at least LA, san Diego and san Francisco seem to be very tolerant ) .. Are people just not voting?.. Or do people secretly really do not agree with same -sex unions on the basis of protecting traditional marriage? That’s the biggest argument against same sex marriage that I have seen and the one that is the most ludicrous to me! I just don’t get it.. We’re talking a no-fault divorce state with a first marriage divorce rate of around 60% ( Google it! ) …. What is “traditional marriage” nowadays ? I think it makes sense that with modernization of time-culture- and people.. Laws regarding what’s traditional or not are going to have to change as to not discriminate against anyone ( such as mixed-race marriage ect ect ) .. And as a human being.. What do people have against something that doesn’t concern them? No-one is asking prop 8 supporters to become a lesbian or gay man or even believe in homosexuality but as with the separation of church and state ( duh) this shouldn’t even be an argument.. I say ….you want to protect traditional marriage? Outlaw divorce… choose one prop 8 supporters! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto public school education.. Basically what got me started on this was watching a 20/20 show http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx4pN-aiofw called “stupid in America “ ahem.. “nice title” eh? Basically comparing the voucher “European model” to the way we handle education ( state controlled and we don’t choose where we put our kids.. Ie: public schools) .. And it was really interesting.. Especially concerning the fact that I live in Europe and have often wondered how the two compare.. Its easy to think you’re the best when you’ve been told you are growing up.. And I wouldn’t argue about university education ( except about the cost ) being top level in America.. But primary and secondary schools? And what about vocational schools? Is everyone meant to go to college.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok too many questions for my blog but things that concern me and my children’s future ( if I decide to have them! ) .. Now I am not going to take everything 20/20 says as fact but it doesn’t take a scientist to acknowledge that we have some problems.. Especially in secondary school in regards to math and reading…. I have family who are teachers and friends and undoubtedly they have a difficult job with not such amazing pay and provide a great service to our country.. Which is why they should be rewarded when they do well and punished when they under perform.. as with any job .. Makes sense no? It seems to me that this voucher idea is being pushed under the rug and people are scared to change the “status quo” .. but my question is why? Why are those Finnish - Korean- Japanese students doing better at a high school level .. I found this quote : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And on the global playing field, the "We're No. 1" honors go to Finland, Japan and Korea - places where the football spurring deep passions is round, not oblong. Finland, Japan and Korea were the top finishers in an OECD (www.oecd.org) study that measured 265,000 15-year-olds' literacy in reading, mathematics and science (see charts accompanying this feature). &lt;br /&gt;U.S. fans fed up with the BCS may find little comfort in the OECD rankings. The apropos U.S. refrain would run something like, "We're No. . . . Ah, 'Bout Average, Dude, . . . Whatever." U.S. students finished 15th in reading, 19th in math and 14th in science - and in a study that only ranked 31 nations.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is no easy answer to these questions or concerns but it really did awaken something in me.. And I will be looking closer at education in America .. I think making schools more competitive in general would help not hurt students and hopefully we will see some improvements in the future.. We can’t just expect to receive a great education in the private sector but must demand it in the public as well.. One step at a time but refusing to acknowledge that there IS indeed a problem isn’t going to fly.. At least with not with me.. NPR had some interesting pod casts regarding California’s education reform and the measures some superintendents in Los Angeles was making..worth a listen! But number one thing parents can do is start at home.. Read read and more reading! I love to read and always did.. I will encourage my kids to do the same by showing them how much mom loves her books! .. Lol.. Ok enough talk about me being a mom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my thoughts for today.. Intense no? T-man says I need to stay away from the news - pod casts - books for awhile and just relax.. Maybe he’s got a point.. Well there’s always the Jersey shore.. A little “snookie” would brighten anyone’s day.. As long as she doesn’t get punched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0zhAlmmL6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/sPOcRFaq0VI/s1600-h/snooks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0zhAlmmL6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/sPOcRFaq0VI/s320/snooks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I looking forward to this week? More progress with my job.. Aperativo with friends on Thursday.. Expat meetup Friday and dinner and movie night on Saturday… and they say there’s nothing to do in winter!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-6423288123933034575?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/6423288123933034575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=6423288123933034575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/6423288123933034575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/6423288123933034575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/01/same-sex-marriage-education-reform-and.html' title='Same-sex marriage , education reform and Snookie from the Jersey shore... yup'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0zhAlmmL6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/sPOcRFaq0VI/s72-c/snooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-1231929214761319157</id><published>2010-01-11T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:06:23.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buon Anno Nuovo... the craziness that was December!</title><content type='html'>First post of the new year… where the hell have I been? AH yes well since last spoke… in America in the wilderness and wondrous that is San Antonio , Texas and the abyss that is Los Angeles and back around the world to home ( Italy) .. Yup Italy is officially home! As long as I get into the country! Thanks border patrol! No mishaps this trip ( f******* London! ) .. Paris airport was confusing, bewildering but gave me no problems and no detainment.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My America trip was amazing in every sense of the word. I can safely say if the trip was like a full sponge, I squeezed every drop from it! When I arrived it was wedding madness as one of my best friends was getting married and I was her maid of honor.. Scary.. I have never been in a wedding before and I felt a bit nervous as I was not there to partake in all of the girly things the maid of honor usually does for the bride to be so I devoted my time from when I arrived to the wedding itself to my friend… It was simply a blast.. Drama ensued ( when does it not.. We’re talking TEXAS people..) ..dresses were fitted and yes I used spanx.. The magical tights that suck that Mexican food filled gut in .. ( so I splurged a little when I arrived.. Can u blame me? I’m sick of pasta!) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sWqMIpQQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0szk9gMehjg/s1600-h/wedding.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sWqMIpQQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0szk9gMehjg/s320/wedding.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The receptions hall that we helped set up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sXR71GFrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KwUyK8nKtDQ/s1600-h/wedding3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sXR71GFrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KwUyK8nKtDQ/s320/wedding3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;walking the asile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sXdDpRZtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/N0J7xbfpW-8/s1600-h/wedding5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sXdDpRZtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/N0J7xbfpW-8/s320/wedding5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my beautiful friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sXpNv5vlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/E4KrkyjYReM/s1600-h/wedding8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sXpNv5vlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/E4KrkyjYReM/s320/wedding8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me , sonia and a groomsman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sXspPJByI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F9PKdHNbjkw/s1600-h/weddingcuts2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sXspPJByI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F9PKdHNbjkw/s320/weddingcuts2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;laughs for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sXvfaC0xI/AAAAAAAAAGw/PK34hGLwS-Y/s1600-h/weddingmeher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sXvfaC0xI/AAAAAAAAAGw/PK34hGLwS-Y/s320/weddingmeher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we moved to LA together and Italy! Im a proud mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sYNM2PMII/AAAAAAAAAHA/8GhDDw-rbeI/s1600-h/weddingwow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sYNM2PMII/AAAAAAAAAHA/8GhDDw-rbeI/s320/weddingwow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sYbF8m22I/AAAAAAAAAHI/gORtjc2PPpI/s1600-h/weddingwow2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sYbF8m22I/AAAAAAAAAHI/gORtjc2PPpI/s320/weddingwow2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;all of us youngsters for the BEST wedding ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sYdZ1gZjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nkL13h-ff68/s1600-h/weddingshoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sYdZ1gZjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nkL13h-ff68/s320/weddingshoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yes we had to show off our tootsies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sY0EZLwfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BisxZuFhCUw/s1600-h/weddingboys.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sY0EZLwfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BisxZuFhCUw/s320/weddingboys.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the guys..i loved the casual look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right off the bat when I was home I noticed two things.. A. people talk about themselves A LOT more than people do here.. Sentences start with I, me , or usually the person waits for you to stop speaking so that t hey could interject their version of what happened to you as regards to them.. LOL.. And people were a whole lot nicer.. At the stores, restaurants. You saw friendly faces everywhere and I looked on suspiciously.. Maybe I have spent too much time at the immigration office in Florence to notice niceness ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to wedding madness.. I met all of the groomsmen and bridesmaids ( most of whom I met already) .. A fun bunch .. Although the groomsmens duties consisted of who could drink the most beer throughout the day and participate in “awkward conversations” .. It really annoys me when people let awkward situations happen like come-on people we’re adults here! One of the groomsmen got drunk the night before the wedding and made out with a few “cougars” at some bar.. I suppose he likes the over 50 mature woman.. Props to him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding went off without a hitch and better than expected. My dad and mom ( in all her fur glory… geez mom) .. Were there and there was an open bar. Open bar + Texas = what you expect… everyone was tipsy and smiley and hugging, music was playing , people were dancing, dogs were happy, children were sleeping.. Lol ok I made up the last two.. I gave a improvised speech which I have to say rocked.. I was just known as “girl who came all the way from Italy to attend the wedding”.. hmm yes that’ and Christmas! My friend looked absolutely stunning and so did the groom, I have to say.. I was very happy for them despite my views of “young marriage” , they are a perfect example of those who truly seem to be in love with one another … congrats! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the wedding, I spent a lot of time with both my parents who verged on annoying the entire time.. Is part of getting older about harping on the past and the fact that I live a million miles away eie :guilt trip? I spent most of the time feeling annoyed but then guilty for being annoyed.. Argh! I do love my parents.. Luckily I had a nice stop-gap between Christmas and the wedding to go to los angeles for a week to visit old chums from university and whatnot.. I arrived to see my friend shells who not only provided me with my own room at her house but a car to use while there! What a friend!!!! She’s like my idol.. 28 , gorgeous! Married to a handsome and loving Argentinean man… they are the prototypes of “immigrants in America’ … WAY more successful , happy than my Anglo-Saxon counterparts! Tee-hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sZ1kWabwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QYqBgDiBhzg/s1600-h/mekatla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sZ1kWabwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QYqBgDiBhzg/s320/mekatla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me and kat + margarita madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinners were had, I took a spinning class ( its LA after all ) .. Went to go visit my crazy red-headed fiery friend Kat which was a blur of margaritas, Mexican food, a comedy sketch parody of “Point break” complete with ponchos given out to the audience, fake blood and water thrown at us and a spoiled vodka tonic. We hit up Hollywood and ran into the “stoli vodka” promoters who gave us keys ( that I now made into a necklace) to get rinks for 1$.. Yep one us dollar/peso and that was a mistake LOL.. I met her friends all of whom are smart, funny and very entertaining and successful.. Ahh America.. Before I got too jealous I reminded myself “I love Italy” , I love Italy, I love Italy!…. Or “5 weeks vacation, 5 weeks vacation” .. haha.. It was nice to speak English again without thinking about how its going to sounds first.. Sometimes I end up speaking to people as if they were 5 years old…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sZ-dg67iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3AZ5hy95k4Y/s1600-h/la.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sZ-dg67iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3AZ5hy95k4Y/s320/la.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;los angeles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0saKciyGtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DP_4itjNJX8/s1600-h/katpr.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0saKciyGtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DP_4itjNJX8/s320/katpr.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kitty kat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0saLrsHGEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jLMabh0WeAg/s1600-h/redbess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0saLrsHGEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jLMabh0WeAg/s320/redbess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;vanilla vodka and diet coke woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0saTMpIW6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/YXNZ88B3kMk/s1600-h/losangeles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0saTMpIW6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/YXNZ88B3kMk/s320/losangeles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;stoli vodka time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sajIX8pbI/AAAAAAAAAII/e6Y6Q0TljVE/s1600-h/katweird.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sajIX8pbI/AAAAAAAAAII/e6Y6Q0TljVE/s320/katweird.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thrift store bargains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0satm3dDWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ScMMPK8Ct4Q/s1600-h/katweird2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0satm3dDWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ScMMPK8Ct4Q/s320/katweird2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;guidos circa 1980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sayTRyaOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/F1N-8MKEqyE/s1600-h/pontbre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sayTRyaOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/F1N-8MKEqyE/s320/pontbre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;point break live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sa1JId_DI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lt-qaJ5so4w/s1600-h/pointbreak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sa1JId_DI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lt-qaJ5so4w/s320/pointbreak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;poncho fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sa_dMIP6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/0JP-P9Qz7ew/s1600-h/katwe3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sa_dMIP6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/0JP-P9Qz7ew/s320/katwe3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;los angeles peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sbOF0hjgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0RdL1WqRW2c/s1600-h/bestness.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sbOF0hjgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0RdL1WqRW2c/s320/bestness.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the evil goose lamp and us.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent time with my friend Marco who I have known since my stint at the tanning salon… the tanning salon was like a reality show… crazy tan obsessed customers.. ( including sadly the woman who took her own life in front of Paula Abduls house a few years ago) . .. Jerk-offs..porn stars, Euro trash.. And some famous actors.. Every day was a new story, someone threatened to sue me when I refused to let them tan “off hours” and perhaps also due to my lack of sensitivity to their plight.. Lol but the money was good ( commission baby!) .. And I loved my co-workers.. We were like family.. .So I visited Marco and spent way too much time at his office.. Enough so that I received a FB message from his orthodox Jewish cubicle partner.. Ummmmmmmm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Texas I went sadly lol jkj k, and spent the remaining time trying not to get mad at my mom for being there all of the time.,.. Attended several Christmas parties.. One of which was a themed “ugly Christmas sweater party” thrown by my newly married friend.. I didn’t have to go far.. My mothers closet was CHOCK full of goodies.. I picked up a nice Christmas “vest” , an 80’s style “crimped” hairpiece.. Yes hairpiece… a nice ORANGE blond.. And the outfit was complete with shorts, spangled belt and the best item of the night…. A purse made out of a armadillo. Yes I live armadillo used to be this purse.. What the f*** mom? I’m sure she picked that up in Mexico!!! 1as she told me “it was the “rage of the time”.. um where in Guadalajara? One thing I forgot to do was pick up a bottle of wine BEFORE I put on the outfit so I had to stop by the supermarket looking like … that. And besides the stares I got , I also got CARDED ( id was asked ) since they thought I was underage! Wtf?! I’m 25! And they were suspicious of my out-of-state license.. Ok Texas you’re a state in America., not your own country!!! Get that straight!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0seimh7SoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Eh_XeHF5vq4/s1600-h/chrsmme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0seimh7SoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Eh_XeHF5vq4/s320/chrsmme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me and winning prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sevDbuvlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PFUaib9KzUg/s1600-h/mchrmsne.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sevDbuvlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PFUaib9KzUg/s320/mchrmsne.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ugly sweaters.. my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sezre0l5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/MGqUs7Jvx7w/s1600-h/amr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sezre0l5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/MGqUs7Jvx7w/s320/amr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the famous armadillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sfDb0ch-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yMQXhWmdMsU/s1600-h/foodchrs.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sfDb0ch-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yMQXhWmdMsU/s320/foodchrs.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yup i ate it ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sfQIVT6pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TSqK_FyoFT0/s1600-h/dohhair.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sfQIVT6pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TSqK_FyoFT0/s320/dohhair.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;dog and my hairpeice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So party was fun, got first place.. Enjoyed wine, my Texas friends and lots of yummy food.. Christmas eve was amazing.. We all went to my cousins house in the “country” as in “take a left at the tractor” country.. We sang karaoke.. Did a loud and funny white elephant Christmas exchange and I drank wayyyy to much … I spent the night with my crazy cousin Allison who is like my sister. We were born a week apart and are pretty much inseparable when I’m in town.. She’s a very strong and brave person who makes the best out of her circumstances always.. Ie: lived in Germany for 3 years after a failed divorce! Props to her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sfY7_hqvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pqPaRXqnA80/s1600-h/brother.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sfY7_hqvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pqPaRXqnA80/s320/brother.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me and my brothers girlfriends.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sfl2Ge02I/AAAAAAAAAJo/C7HAOka3Acc/s1600-h/chmsday.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sfl2Ge02I/AAAAAAAAAJo/C7HAOka3Acc/s320/chmsday.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;christmas day with mom and brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sfqy3XJZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4gHTWGc6nYs/s1600-h/unglyponchos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sfqy3XJZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4gHTWGc6nYs/s320/unglyponchos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;poncho twins.. wow those are Horrible ,cue my brothers face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sf4-TtiMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XctIZShYRIs/s1600-h/usdad.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sf4-TtiMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XctIZShYRIs/s320/usdad.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me , dad and erica my brothers gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sgEMQGydI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1aRMIbTUxGM/s1600-h/kareoke.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sgEMQGydI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1aRMIbTUxGM/s320/kareoke.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kareoke! and my bella cugina Malia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sgIJ0gROI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uhHJADhoapI/s1600-h/stupid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sgIJ0gROI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uhHJADhoapI/s320/stupid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;steven segal aka my brothers friend.. a mullet wig and my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sgWUOEsgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2cIfxNFLjQA/s1600-h/nipote.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sgWUOEsgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2cIfxNFLjQA/s320/nipote.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me and my baby second cousin.. isnt she gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sgsdcGLdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wDrpj_JT_1o/s1600-h/boots.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sgsdcGLdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wDrpj_JT_1o/s320/boots.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we ARE in texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sg0AMydHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sX7aSofRdQg/s1600-h/winetasting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sg0AMydHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sX7aSofRdQg/s320/winetasting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;wine tasting with family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sg_FmPkyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/asrww__w13A/s1600-h/longhorn.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sg_FmPkyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/asrww__w13A/s320/longhorn.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yes this is a REAL longhorn... his name was shotgun.. oh texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0shLLLkjCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ScNuHji-xFA/s1600-h/texasbar.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0shLLLkjCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ScNuHji-xFA/s320/texasbar.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a real Texas bar: Luchenbach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this blog is getting long so I will end with .. Had a great time.. I am happy to be back but sad to be away from people that I love.. Florence can be a transit city and I am constantly saying goodbye to people.. 2010 is all about traveling, saving money, permesso di soggier no crap, finding a house for me and tommaso (finally) .. And volunteer work… I really want to make the best of my free time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So buon anno nuovo tutti! Until I write again ( hopefully soon! ) …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-1231929214761319157?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/1231929214761319157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=1231929214761319157' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/1231929214761319157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/1231929214761319157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2010/01/buon-anno-nuovo-craziness-that-was.html' title='Buon Anno Nuovo... the craziness that was December!'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/S0sWqMIpQQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0szk9gMehjg/s72-c/wedding.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-1298582385810516179</id><published>2009-11-12T15:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:19:57.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>November splendor..</title><content type='html'>Ok I must keep my promise of updating my blog a bit more.. I can’t believe its already mid November pretty much. The time has FLOWN by and I need to go shopping for a wedding present for my friend who is getting married on the 5th in Texas.. And a few things that won’t “break the bank” . So I should probably plan on heading over the markets soon and break out my “ you are NOT going to overcharge me face”.. I learned in China that if you can’t bargain well you have no business being IN that market.. Hehe.. And I take that to heart.. But then again I negotiate for a living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was fun! we met up at Naimas , a little bar in the center and had some drinks and basically our group got bigger and bigger, it was great seeing all of my friends, we did a little bar-hopping, ate some falafel&amp;nbsp;and the only sore point of the night is when some idiotic american guy spilled his beer on my foot and accused ME of being in his way.. umm no knucklehead.. work on your hand-eye coordination next time. His GF quickly apologized to me "oh hes drunk" and i said " yeah well i would suggest getting another boyfriend.." .. hehe. Sorry but come ON.. I have never been SO drunk to be completely rude to a stranger that I did something to.. hjehdjkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So latest news.. I have been doing GREAT at work.. My job is NOT easy and it was very slow going to the point where I thought I may lose my job. I really had to take a step back and start believing in myself and realize what I was trying to do is difficult when the economy is doing well much less right now.. Also selling in another language can quite a trial and error. I have errr put my foot in my mouth at times.. Tee-hee. So lately, I have been more aggressive and organized and believed in myself and what I am doing and it has worked. I have made a couple of significant sales and made my bosses happy and me happy which in Italy can be tough! Working here can want to make you stab your brain with an ice-pick.. Seriously.. I hope my luck streak doesn’t run out. I have an important appointment tomorrow with a school here and must bring my A-Game to the table.. That way I can enjoy my weekend with PEACE of mind.. Woohoo ..and wine..and good friends.. And a great boyfriend..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news.. I just booked a plane ticket to go to Los Angeles in December and I am soooooooooooooooooooo excited. Yes the extras o’s were needed.. I haven’t been there since August 2008 and the cheap ticket, offer of a car was too much for me to turn down since the prospect of staying 26 days I n texas was enough to make me want to change nationality.. No offense Texas.. I love you its just staying with my mom/ limited use of a vehicle and boredom takes its tole on me.. You see I am a very social person, I need a constant presence with me.. ( I grew up in a big family ) and since tommaso is not coming with me.. Extra hard.. He hasn’t been back to the states with me since 2007! Crazy.. I know he has to work and I can’t do anything about it but to be honest I was really pissed and disappointed that he didn’t find a way to come for the wedding nor Christmas.. I don’t feel like he really got how important it was to me. I kinda freaked out one night and started bawling and telling him that U feel as if I put so much of me , living here in Italy with him and I really couldn’t understand how he couldn’t tell his work that he HAD to come.. Maybe since I am so upfront with my jobs about times I need off it was unfathomable that he couldn’t do the same.. To be honest its still a sore subject with me and him and I we will have to have a serious talk about it.. I think anyone’s partner needs to make the effort to come see your family and not have a convenient excuse such as money/work/timing.. Every year.., he said “well why don’t we go in February together” as if I could pull 1000$ out of my ear after my December trip and go.. Sorry NO… so for now I am not going to dwell on it anymore and have now reached “acceptance” mode.. Even if the aftertaste is a little “amaro” or “bitter”.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that crossed my mind the other day is how different my spending habits are here than in America.. When I was back “home” .. I spent money without thinking, a latte here- trip to target there- dinner out like there was no tomorrow. Its easy to see how we are the most consumerist country in the world.. While in Italy, I watch every penny ( also because of crap pay ) , have “buyers remorse” horribly and everything is to be considered- night out-dinner ect ect. Its crazy how different the cultures are with spending.. I see the bad and the good in both.. Which is kind of how you become as an expat. I will never say I can totally adapt to the Italian model of doing things ( hence a country does NOT grow if people do not spend-hoard money and cheat on their taxes like they do here in Italy) .. But nor can I say I totally adopt the American model of “SPEND! SPEND!SPEND!”. I think that will change as we have now been hit hard twice with a recession.. In my generation at least. But IT is a good thing to take a step back and realize that you need to save your money, be a little more frugal and be a lot more creative! Here I can go out and spend 5-10 euros, maybe for 2 drinks and have a great night out . Which I could never do back home… or just spend the day walking around with friends- making lunch for them at home, having wine. Watching movies, exploring areas of town you have never seen. Its all there for the taking.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I found the most wonderful website ever: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know Walmart and its classy clientele but this site basically is a slideshow of the craziest sightings at wal-mart and I can attest to this having grown up in Texas.. Walmart can be open 24 hours and let me tell you how many freak shows I have seen wandering about the aisles at 1 am ( I can be a bit of an insomniac). So hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I am determined to make the most of my winter.. Going out.. Doing things.. Like this film festival, I gotta get my hair done which I have NO idea what I am going to do. Ugh.. I hate decisions.. Any advice?? I was thinking light bang and edgy layers and dyed darker.. I don’t want to pay for a haircut that will make me look the same as I did yesterday hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now.. Its Thursday… going to il centro commerciale with my shopping-addictive boyfriend but as long as he treats me to some Brazilian cuisine… IM GAME! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwPWv7h47I/AAAAAAAAAEI/u9oshHLrZew/s1600-h/oct+093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwPWv7h47I/AAAAAAAAAEI/u9oshHLrZew/s320/oct+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We finally found that ever elusive pizza place in the center.. so GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwQFRun_QI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YLA8DBeo_yU/s1600-h/oct+090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwQFRun_QI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YLA8DBeo_yU/s320/oct+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me taking a break from my overdose of mozzerella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwRGdowTwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LwKRMtHo7gM/s1600-h/oct+092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwRGdowTwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LwKRMtHo7gM/s320/oct+092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;t-man hypnotized at the fact a pizza napoli will soon he his ( and my pizza too) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwRxLqPA6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3tHJtm-Z2jI/s1600-h/oct+073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwRxLqPA6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3tHJtm-Z2jI/s320/oct+073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween shenanigans.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwTquwzfMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Az78KA5jvgg/s1600-h/oct+070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwTquwzfMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Az78KA5jvgg/s320/oct+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Hoda and he bucket o'eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwWPw5jR4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8F574bp2AN0/s1600-h/oct+065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwWPw5jR4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8F574bp2AN0/s320/oct+065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;crazy friends.. and good memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwXQlM2a0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/tuno6voNRDk/s1600-h/oct+064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwXQlM2a0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/tuno6voNRDk/s320/oct+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tommaso .. scary even on a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwXxCY61pI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jZJsF5pYyqQ/s1600-h/oct+062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwXxCY61pI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jZJsF5pYyqQ/s320/oct+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;what i remember from hoda this night was "ragazzi, ho mangiato un occhio!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwYTnrnGcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-DsTLiGXhp4/s1600-h/oct+057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwYTnrnGcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-DsTLiGXhp4/s320/oct+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;acting like a mad-woman.. what halloween is all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-1298582385810516179?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/1298582385810516179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=1298582385810516179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/1298582385810516179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/1298582385810516179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-splendor.html' title='November splendor..'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwPWv7h47I/AAAAAAAAAEI/u9oshHLrZew/s72-c/oct+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-4917541562151586127</id><published>2009-10-28T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:53:18.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another story morning glory..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SuglzfRrXpI/AAAAAAAAADA/8LgLpwziyls/s1600-h/oct+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SuglzfRrXpI/AAAAAAAAADA/8LgLpwziyls/s320/oct+039.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tommaso with our AWESOME pumpkin.. I am quite proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SugnKRapPtI/AAAAAAAAADI/dZpHyA6exMk/s1600-h/oct+042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SugnKRapPtI/AAAAAAAAADI/dZpHyA6exMk/s320/oct+042.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;another photo of the pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/Sugn63bwWXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LKkf3t6BG5E/s1600-h/oct+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/Sugn63bwWXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LKkf3t6BG5E/s320/oct+045.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pumpkin in the window.. eery!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/Sugokx1SsuI/AAAAAAAAADY/US5rJLko9dA/s1600-h/oct+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/Sugokx1SsuI/AAAAAAAAADY/US5rJLko9dA/s320/oct+026.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The inside of our "Palazzo Vecchio" where politics take place in Florence.. impressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SugqId3FWYI/AAAAAAAAADo/z2jOv27Tyn4/s1600-h/oct+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SugqId3FWYI/AAAAAAAAADo/z2jOv27Tyn4/s320/oct+020.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yes this is where i belong.. giving a speech in the palazzo vecchio in firenze.. magari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SugpVm5I5dI/AAAAAAAAADg/bfPhFweXKyk/s1600-h/oct+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SugpVm5I5dI/AAAAAAAAADg/bfPhFweXKyk/s320/oct+030.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This room made me think of my father who loves to collect maps/globes .. very impressive maps btw.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SugrFiSDbTI/AAAAAAAAADw/KbN7DV1ZLUs/s1600-h/oct+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SugrFiSDbTI/AAAAAAAAADw/KbN7DV1ZLUs/s320/oct+012.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me at the festival delle creativita.. weird chair that somewhat resembled a inner tube covered in velcro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SugsDgjVGZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ygz7gIiYm7M/s1600-h/oct+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SugsDgjVGZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ygz7gIiYm7M/s320/oct+003.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pomegranates from Tommasos uncles garden.. HUGE and quite wonderful ! ahh tommaso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ok so I got it in my head to post more pictures of my daily life since frankly , its more appealing to the eye and makes me seem less frustrated than my earlier posts hehe.. I really am a happy person , its just when im happy im not usually at home writing a blog ( except for this morning! ) .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Its late October.. work has been going well, the mullet-3 wheeled car was broken monday so I didnt take the kids i teach english to tennis, i suppose i am more worthy as a driver than an english speaker .. like i didnt already know that! yesterday I met a girl ( Gianna) who will be working with insiderabroad with me ( thank god! ) .. and we spent a great brunch drinking coffee/eating bagels and recounting our lives stories.. I can pretty much tell in 5 minutes whether or not I "click" with a person and she was such a sweet girl! More good times ahead I presume, and the fact that she was from Boston gave her some points.. everyone I have ever met from there is amazing.. why was I born in Texas? i kid i kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;so work has been going better, i have developed more of a selling routine and am MUCH less nervous getting out there and selling .. I believe in insiderabroad very much and I even though its slow going for ad sales in Florence, i do see potential.. most italians are like "what the hell are you selling or why should i spent money on this instead of buying google search words ".. but the more resistence I get the more passionate i get.. at least at&amp;nbsp; this moment. wait until next blog! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love october-nov-dece. something about the winter-fall that gets me excited! ironic since i was born in the summer and i HATE it,, to hot, sticky, no air conditioning.. while winter style is sooo much more fun. boots, scarves, sweaters, hats.. i never got to do that in texas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I feel less-stressed than before but I am still very aware of the problems to come with italian bereaucracy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;tonight im going to dinner with friends since Allie ( an american friend who is going through similar visa problems) is going home to get her visa and work a bit before coming home ( to fLorence :) ) . .. is leaving.. pizza and laughter.. what more could you want.. ( 2,000,000 euros would be nice ) .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;so until then.. have a glass of wino on me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-4917541562151586127?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/4917541562151586127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=4917541562151586127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/4917541562151586127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/4917541562151586127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-story-morning-glory.html' title='Another story morning glory..'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SuglzfRrXpI/AAAAAAAAADA/8LgLpwziyls/s72-c/oct+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-8970778922837879321</id><published>2009-10-20T15:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:49:19.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Octobers already almost over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/St3GBjAQXPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vz6ybMxBS24/s1600-h/drewtrip+115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/St3GBjAQXPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vz6ybMxBS24/s320/drewtrip+115.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fun times with my brothers girlfriend amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwbWgXByLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6L5JRimfBFk/s1600-h/drewtrip+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwbWgXByLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6L5JRimfBFk/s320/drewtrip+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Having dinner at our house with tommasos parents.;; yes it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/Svwb7zIUdvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dySQlROJCGQ/s1600-h/drewtrip+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/Svwb7zIUdvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dySQlROJCGQ/s320/drewtrip+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;listening to music in Piazza Signoria next to Mr.. yeah i jumped off a mountain, saved a baby seal.. ect ect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/Svwcs2ft0CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jddh3GHCgYU/s1600-h/drewtrip+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/Svwcs2ft0CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jddh3GHCgYU/s320/drewtrip+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my brother "not" looking like a tourist in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/Svwe9bvfYMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LBJ5UzgdXlM/s1600-h/drewtrip+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/Svwe9bvfYMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LBJ5UzgdXlM/s320/drewtrip+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;venice splendour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwffWDppxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/b_zb8AkxUMA/s1600-h/drewtrip+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwffWDppxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/b_zb8AkxUMA/s320/drewtrip+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwgF6U3n-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/AqLQAGCTbVI/s1600-h/drewtrip+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SvwgF6U3n-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/AqLQAGCTbVI/s320/drewtrip+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the perfectness that is an "antipasto" platter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;soo I have been lazy, i need to write more.. so one day I can look back and reason that I was once insane or&lt;br /&gt;merely quite chipper! I just love that word.. chipper.. update on life.. we filed the visa so we wont have any problems until january but it IS Italy so who knows what CRAZY roadblocks Italy will create for me to live legally here.. I dont even care anymore.. its to be expected.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is going well , hustling but the apartments are starting to annoy me , whereas before it was simple as baking pie , now i get all these emails demanding&amp;nbsp;that I lower the price because " of the recession" .. umm do I look like I&amp;nbsp;own the apartment?&amp;nbsp;and whats worse, unlike many would-be landlords,&amp;nbsp;booking agents ( like me ) ,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;listen attentively , answer everyone almost immiediately and give advice about coming to Italy.. and what i get in return is people backing out the last minute after confirming and I am just sooo done&amp;nbsp;with it. I know I need to be more strict as in.. 48 hours confirm or no-go like alot of&amp;nbsp;agencies demand but I like to assure people and help them out the best I can but maybe since its the internet people lose&amp;nbsp;sight of ALL manners.. business is business i suppose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best was after i spent a month or so showing this apartment to these two italian/english girls. literally they came to see the place like 3-4 times asking last minute and i did since I thought they were a good fit. all was smooth and they were ready to move in, but THEN the next day after they moved in . They sent this longgg email to the landlord ( my boss ) saying how DIRTY the apartment was&amp;nbsp; and they demanded that it be professionally cleaned. I was sooo shocked it was like getting socked in the stomach.. After all, i was there when they moved in and they were jumping in glee not disgust! The owner actually cleaned the apartment herself with her husband and anyone who knows an italian knows how super clean and precise they are.. the worst part is that they wrote directly to her and not to me.. which was a little strange since they only had contact with me thus far., i wrote them back a scathing email asking why they A. didnt call me so i could come over and look and B. why they wrote to her instead of coming to me first... the landlord actually wanted to kick them out when she found out why the apartment was so filthy, apperently the washing machines tubes werent gleaming nor the window frames.. WHAT????? I have decided I no longer want to work with people anymore.. or i may be arrested one day for assault.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a crazy month so far, first insidersabroad finally merged with the English Yellow Pages which was nice even though we weren't in any of the "pasta party " pictures which&amp;nbsp;was kinda disappointing.. why even take pictures of us if your not going to post them? then my brother and his girlfriend came to&amp;nbsp;visit which was AWESOME, I got to (finally ) see Venice and&amp;nbsp;just go out to dinner guilt free almost every&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;night. I was hoping&amp;nbsp;they would have a great time and noone would be rude to them, albeit a few experiences in Rome ( well it IS rome ) , i think they had a great time&amp;nbsp;and it gave me a semi-vacay as well!&amp;nbsp;there is NOTHING i like more than friends/family coming to visit so i can show them why i chose Italy as my home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the&amp;nbsp;plan now? well .. besides going out too much ( lol.. i kid, i love staying home watching movies.&amp;nbsp;ANTM, sex and the city ect ect ) , halloween is coming up.. i dont really have any plans but i do hope a last minute halloween party will happen.. you never know here! november i want to work my a** off to make some money for my trip home to Tejas in december.. i realllllllllllllly hope that i will be able to afford to go to los angeles.. its been FAR too long! but i hate bumming rides off people because i obviously have to fly in there and renting cars is not cheap so we shall see... please god send about 10,000 my&amp;nbsp;way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to work.. until we meet/write again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-8970778922837879321?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/8970778922837879321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=8970778922837879321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/8970778922837879321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/8970778922837879321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2009/10/octobers-already-almost-over.html' title='Octobers already almost over?'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/St3GBjAQXPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vz6ybMxBS24/s72-c/drewtrip+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-1370099488096466278</id><published>2009-09-22T01:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:04:08.038+02:00</updated><title type='text'>There may just be a visa god !</title><content type='html'>I wonder if others I have met in intercultural relationships can relate.. sometimes and by sometimes I mean often.. I look at an Italian couple or even an American couple and listen to them fight or make-up and whatever meaningless problems they may have and I want to punch them in the face. Because Imp psycho? NO rather when you immigration is Number 1 in your relationship ... everything else takes a backseat!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I had normal problems like "ahh he peed on the toilet seat again" or " his obsession with Twilight is causing some distance between us".. no none of that virginal couple problems for me.. Ours are more like .. " oh my god the last day of the application is the 30th! " or him holding me while I tear up at the comune when they tell us we can;t get married due to me not having a stamp in my passport.. ahh the innocence of same- country couples!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after the failed marriage attempt and the decision to wait for marriage for the "right reasons" and not just "legal reasons" didn't leave me very many options . Once again I was at square one with a boyfriend who wanted to help but didn't know how or want the stress .. sometimes you do feel very very alone. Just handing me a packet of permessos doesn't help me. Obviously any expat has pretty much looked over every visa known to MAN and concluded that 99.9 % would never work for them as they are .. not married/ millionaires/ George clooney/ shakira/ EU citizen and a country where political asylum is the #1 reason. ( would be interesting to try that one , but better in the Bush era) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at square one is like being told for one year you were finally going to get your drivers license and car, or better yet a house or better yet a witness protection program to escape some stalker..extreme disappointment ensues. You get much sympathy from said European friends and offers of passports/ blood transfusion.. ahh if it were only that easy,. I consider myself usually a rational person but wow, with this kind of stress I can turn any happy Lassie into a Kujoe in a matter of minutes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we going to do?? Well since the Italian government passed the security package basically tightening up immigration and so forth and since I can't afford an immigration lawyer, we are trying to get a visa via colf and badanti. Or in english domestic worker ( cleaner/ caretaker) . The Italian government has been nice enough to open up these jobs to the people who do what no one else wants to do.. literally clean up peoples shit and their house.. for less than the average wage. lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my hopes well, and this would be SUCH an opening to magic world of a permesso di soggiorno and eventually a carte di soggiorno.. I want to kiss that document more than Brad Pitt any day! bring it on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to seriously believe that first generation immigrants really are more successful than their lazy offspring ,well I will make sure of that in my case! That said I have a ticket to go "home" to Texas from the 2nd to the 28th..a LONG TIME since my best friend is getting married on the 5th and I am maid of honor and then Christmas. I am nervous about this since my parents can make my vacation more stressful than the immigration process. I am starting to get questions like " can't you and t-man move back here " um NO ( there’s a reason I left Texas for California when I was 18!) and I wish you were around more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel truly sad about the fact that my family is so far away but I feel like my life is here. Going back home is just a mixed bag of emotions and to be honest, I just don't have allot in common with the folks back home. They don't really ask me about my travels or experiences and I don’t want to "brag" which is how I feel when I talk about Italy/ Europe. I feel like me and my wacky world of expat life is la mia pista ( my path ) in life.. whether or not its "mainstream". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can spend quality time with family/ no arguments or stress and guilt trips.. if not I am coming home early LOL who cares if it will cost me an extra 100 euros to change the ticket! I kid I kid .. I love my family and cant wait to down some Mexican food that undoubtedly make my stomach churn but will be good for the 10 minutes took eating it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I will drive around everywhere in a car, never walking except if I go to the gym and target while grasping a large coffee and a copy of OK! with that douche bag Jon Gosselin on the cover.. what is UP with that family? Its bad enough I have to see his face on every cover of magazines when I’m back but and he left his wife? ( ahh why I know these things.. my brain is getting dumber by the 2nd ) .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say reasons why I want to live here in Florence instead of America &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the FOOOOOOD, I miss Mexican food/ BBQ so much but honestly after 2 days in America I miss fresh Mozzarella, basil, and stuffed tomatoes.. there is no comparison. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the struggle. Yes that seems to be a constant topic of mine but even though it truly is a STRUGGLE, I feel so good when I achieve something, interview in Italian/ get a sale/ do basically anything I would have considered normal back home, getting internet connection in Italy is on the top of that list.. I need the constant struggle to feel ALIVE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;weather, ok Texas sucks for weather, if its not HOT its hailing ice at your car or making impossible for you to drive due to slick roads. Not to mention the gas guzzlers hurtling by at any given moment! California’s has great weather but no seasons! I LOVE that Italy has spring/summer/autumn and winter.. Makes for fun shopping! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends, I have AMAZING friends anywhere I have lived but here in Italy we share a common goal, to live here since we chose Florence for whatever reason. That already filters 99% of people before I meet them which is why I find it easy to make good friends here.. and a couch to crash while visiting Europe ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lifestyle., yes you average Joe American probably get paid DOUBLE of what I do.. this is without a doubt but I don’t think I will EVER be in debt, or obese here because both are pretty hard to due. Banks don’t give out loans easily , everyone saves, and obese people virtually DO NOT exist here even though everyone eats pasta almost every day! I love the fact that I can call a friend and arrange to meet her in the center. I feel like as you get older back "home" , everything takes so much more planning to get together due to everyone’s busy schedules! no one goes out on the weekdays. Here its the opposite. You always make time for an aperativo or beer with a friend even on Monday .. I need that constant social interaction to bitch about immigration and Italians ( jk jk ) .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;inspiration: after living here for almost 3 1/2 years, I find Italy/ Europe extremely inspiring such as when the first Europeans settlers hit Boston ( ok maybe that was a bit dramatic but you get the idea ) . I feel since I have been an abused nanny/ leather seller and whathaveyou here I can do ANYTHING, start a business/ fly a plane/ make a deal.. u name it or just google Georgette and you will see exactly how many jobs I do. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SrgGCN93eCI/AAAAAAAAABg/UWeAjls-NL8/s1600-h/fall+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SrgGCN93eCI/AAAAAAAAABg/UWeAjls-NL8/s320/fall+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;food festivals : enough said! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that’s all for now folks, next post: update on visa and whether or not I have "maimed" t-mans mother due to impromptu bedroom visits she makes when we aren't home. Creepy and very very intrusive.. but t-man doesn’t blink an eye,,, ahh Italians moms will be next post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-1370099488096466278?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/1370099488096466278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=1370099488096466278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/1370099488096466278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/1370099488096466278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-may-just-be-visa-god.html' title='There may just be a visa god !'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SrgGCN93eCI/AAAAAAAAABg/UWeAjls-NL8/s72-c/fall+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-8797463860316346570</id><published>2009-07-24T00:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:51:28.854+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Hard and the woes of staying in Italy legally...</title><content type='html'>So I know its been many a month since I have wrote on my blog.. So much has happened and happening that I have had less time to sit here and spout /rambled away my nonsense. First off a short summary will suffice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since January ( actually last July)  I have quit “crazy lady” or “devil” as I like to call you, basically anyone close to me knows about this notorious lady from countless stories over aperativo/din din or basically any chance I get to complain about her. I usually don’t let many people get to me but it was hard when you had pure evil staring back at you day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I DID choose the job and I loved the job, just not “devil” . Why is she so offensive to dear Georgette? Well take every rational problem-solving thought and deductive thinking and get a shredder and put them in there when it comes to dealing with her. I've seen hyenas with better patience and manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically my job consisted of finding clients for her vacation rentals ( she didn’t own them but rather managed them ) from abroad and finalize contracts/ do check-ins, follow-ups. Basically at the end of the day I was doing her job and then some and after many long and arduous months of me putting up with her bad vibes, I left her and the job in May ,collected my moolah and hightailed it outta there. Of course in the meantime I had contacted many private owners who had apartments in Florence and offered my services to them which they happily accepted to my delight so all was good in the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequentially , I was hired by an American company called www.Insidersabroad.com which is a community portal/forum ( website) for people interested in traveling , studying, or living in Italy. There are reviews, forums, classifieds, and information about Italy’s various regions on the sites and they are partnered with the EYP ( English yellow pages) .it’s a great concept and I love the job, I am their Florence rep. and handle advertising in my region. In June , I went home to America for a long awaited visit to the fam, dad, mom, brothers, friends and then some. I hadn’t seen anyone in a verrrry long time and you better believe that I gorged on Mexican food, star bucks and various crap hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a traumatizing travel back to Italy ( longgggggggggggggggg story which is not going to help anyone or my sanity by writing my experience here , maybe someday or over a cup of cafe) which made me realize how much I love the chaos that is Italy./. I nearly kissed the ground upon leaving the plane and realized for the moment this is where I am meant to be.. I have a good job, great boyfriend and a starting point of residency.. Forza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo to the fun legal stuff. As anyone who has ever eaten pasta in Italy and thought about staying there may have had to realize at some point is how hard it is to become a resident/ get a visa to stay longer in “Il Bel Paese”. Yes ive stayed, I studied here for a year, but now as a college graduate with no desire to spend money I don’t have to come back here and spend many frustrating weeks in America , I know this is something I have to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;Italy does not take too kindly ( especially now) to people staying in their country without holding residency and Italian residency is like the pot at the end of the rainbow for those who want to spend their life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the study visa is out as I have had so much trouble with that and I want permanent residency at some point ( not just renewing every year or two) and access to Italian health care. Getting the correct info is like finding a needle in a haystack or watching TV without hearing about John &amp;amp; Kate plus 8,  and at this point I would happily wrestle two midgets on Jerry Springer to gain this carte di identita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and tommy are working on it and tomorrow will include a “fun” trip to the Questura to get yelled at/ or turned down by the Italian police. I am hoping one of them will have had a nice cup of café and a leery stare at a beautiful woman before I go so I can get at least a smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immigration is a pain in the ass anywhere and I know how hard it is to get citizenship/residency in America but these are issues that concern me therefore why not blog about it :-P .&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted on that process and my permesso di soggiono.. Why why why was I not born with 1,000,000 in assets to prove that I never have to work grrr.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Lake como and Milan to work which was an amazing experience and good work wise.. Hopefully I can get insidersabroad.com more hits and action on the forum but it is new and I have to have “pazienza”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I will lay back on my double ( two twins pushed together) bed and wipe the sweat off my brow and stop looking on those stupid expat sites for permesso advice and just do what I need to do  . Its hot and sticky and I don’t have air conditioning but well that’s what Gelato is for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Amsterdam and the company of a very much missed friend .. I have to admit I have a pretty “bella vita” ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-8797463860316346570?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/8797463860316346570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=8797463860316346570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/8797463860316346570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/8797463860316346570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2009/07/working-hard-and-woes-of-staying-in.html' title='Working Hard and the woes of staying in Italy legally...'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-5890121701624188454</id><published>2009-01-07T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:38:17.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year... ehh its not that different!</title><content type='html'>Ok that sounds horribly pessimistic when here I am sprouting out optomism to anyone in a 5 feet ratio.. that aside, i do have hope for this new year such, as more fitness ( i actually shame in saying this knowing how very cliche this sounds. but nontheless the membership was bought and I actually just took a 4 hour nap instead of going to the gym today) more work opportunity.. hahahha im in italy lets see how that will work out and well .. we shall see. Life overall is good, Im happy doing what Im doing and im  lucky to have a great man in my life who is always there to mame me laugh and pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i have seen so far in 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. on my way to work gypsies smoking in a dumpster while dumpster diving, hazerdous much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my inability to cut out "napping"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. rocky relationships ( not mine but many around me ..yikes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the crazy guy on the bus that I take who like to say hi to the ticket machine, a pole, not anyone ON the bus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats been up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work , sleep, its cold so more sleep, food. sleep , movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that I do partake in the occasional night out with nice people I have met here. We really should start a club for us here in Florence trying to survive the cold and radiators that dont work. That said we all went out the other night for the birthday of one of my friends here and like usual decided on aperativo first and then bar. I was kinda tired from work but I went along and brought my italian and all was peachy..until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so said friend had a friend that I will just refer to as douchebag. Why hold back? Hes Italian but unlike the many wonderful Italians I have met including my boyfriend and his friends who are nothing but nice and respectful, douchebag resembles a cocky american guy at times who probably got peed on at least one time in his life. Sure of himself, got the swagger, the floppy hair, hes not short which already gains him points in Italy.. not bad looking but not my type being that he is a douchebag. I tried to give him the benefit of doubt about his personality because maybe Im too harsh a critic. But once again, we go out , he meets up and starts to rail on Americans and blah blah , just basically vomit of the mouth. He doesnt speak english well but luckily? i understand him and his snarky  comments to his friend and I was thinking at the time. I have been known to complain about Italy in front of friends ( not italian except my boyfriend) , and I actually feel guilty about it later because Italy is a wonderful country and I have a great time here, I can grumpy too but I would never spend an hour with friends shitting all over a country that I had friends from sitting at that table, the funny thing is .. he had NEVER even been there! NOT ONCE! or his snarky unattractive friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ???? and i said in Italian, how could you have such definite opinions about somewhere you have never been? I dont claim to know hw the people of India work, eat, act, resemble because I have never been there and even though I have read up on it.. I have no place to come off that arrogant as douchebag came off as to at least me. HE of course says during the convo.. " oh why do u get so offended" but honestly... i wasnt offended until he said Why are you offended. When did having a different opinion than someone make you offended? Its called not agreeing ( which i think douchebag wasnt used to) and its not as if i was yelling so I was a bit confused at his statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he says to Tommaso " i have to give your girlfriend a kiss so know i dont want her to be offended"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um what?? Are we in 18th century france at the high court of the queen? Um I am perfectly able to have a conversation with someone and have my own opinions without getting so worked up to need to be kissed ( ugh) by him! does that make it all better ? hmm? oh please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care when someone says something negative about America, i do all the time! I dont live in America anymore! There are plenty of things to say! but he wasnt giving a thoughful insight regarding differences of culture.. especially when I have a degree in Political science and I enjoy having discussions.. he was just saying that americans are all hicks from the midwest and blah blah. i dont want to give douchebag an encour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me harsh but I dont think its funny or normal to bring up these sort of "my country is better than your country " during time with friends. I dont know.. maybe for them its ok, but what I learned from that is.. I am going to watch MY mouth and not get into arguments with people that arent worth me mentally translating from english to italian. Especially when they do that to get a rise out of you , as my boyfriend put it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my boyfrind at dinner the next day.. I cant wait until I am mature enough to just "let it go" and not say anything but Im not yet.. and I dont want to be. I would rather just look douchebag in the eyes and speak in HIS language and destroy his meaningless dribble that he wants everything to believe, because with opinions like douchebag.. ( who by the way has a laugh like nails on a chalkboard) who obviously is a "guys guy" which means he thinks hes intellectually superior .. he is looking for reaffirmation of HIs thoughts instead of a normal conversation about different viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the pepperoncino I eat here or passion that is erupted in me in this country but part of me wanted to tell him " shut up, you talk to much " and punch him in the face, and I am not  a violent person. but no i just went home with my boyfriend so I didnt have to see him overly gelled hair and his smirk anymore.. Ive decided thats the route to take from now on.. because needless to say I want to spend my free time with people I actually LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toast to 2009!!!!!!!! and my new resolution . see above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: shut the F*** up douchebag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-5890121701624188454?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/5890121701624188454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=5890121701624188454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/5890121701624188454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/5890121701624188454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-ehh-its-not-that-different.html' title='A New Year... ehh its not that different!'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-6168177357367633217</id><published>2008-11-07T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:15:21.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian kids vs. American kids.. and the winner is..</title><content type='html'>by far AMERICAN KIDS. well as you know I have been working with several Italian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; here in Florence and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;subsequently&lt;/span&gt; taking the abuse that their kids throw at me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Now I will say that there have been good moments, even happy ones but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I haven't seen those lately which now means blog time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people will say..American kids are so spoiled, picky eaters, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; listen , which is true in some cases , I have met some spawns of Lucifer in my times but after about 2 years on and off working with Italian kids, the few times I take the odd babysitting assignment for American tourists here I am so thankful that its hard to wipe the silly &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;grin&lt;/span&gt; off my face. Why? They listen, they brush their teeth, they go to bed after I read them the 1 story requested and the parents actually CARE if the kids speak to me bad. Which my friends, is refreshing! Everything is done in a professional, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; my number in case of an emergency , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;there is&lt;/span&gt; food in the fridge, kids must go to bed by such and such time.. not the case in my Italian family experiences..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time when I work for Italian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; its as if i am walking into chaos.. no instructions, no games plans, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; no emergency numbers, nobody cares or asks if I am hungry and as far as payment goes.. I am lucky if they actually remember to pay me when they say they will. Some examples of this weeks festivities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Fabiola&lt;/span&gt; ( 3 yr old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; girl) , do you want to go in the garden and play?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( keep in mind i am supposed to speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; with her which results in blank stares and my favorite phrase by her which is " i hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; which means i am only supposed to speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt;!" um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. my job is officially irrelevant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her " ( in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt;) I hate you , GO away , why do you always come over to my house and try and make me go into the garden , I am angry with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( reference to garden comment :the mom asks that i take her into the garden for "fresh air" ..easier said than done!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm rolls around which I eagerly gather my things and leave, awkwardly saying goodbye to the family who could care less that I exist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the Moms sister exclaims .. " oh children are like sponges, I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt; nanny and all my kids understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt;" its so great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh really? great for who? your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt; nanny who probably suffers the same mistreatment on a daily basis while the kids learn a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;wie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;gehts&lt;/span&gt;" and a "hallo" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously there needs to be some classes on how to discipline your kids here! I would never let my kids talk to people like that, much less those who are hired to work for them! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;anyhow&lt;/span&gt; who am i kidding, these are the kind of people who have 2 live in nannies.. i just want to say to them .. you speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, how about spending time with your kids and just speaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; to them? they live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;, they will pick up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; fast enough! so i think it is time to find another family and see if I can find the holy grail of Italian families.. to be continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; at this point I am going to get back to more important issues such as , where to go to lunch.. any advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-6168177357367633217?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/6168177357367633217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=6168177357367633217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/6168177357367633217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/6168177357367633217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2008/11/italian-kids-vs-american-kids-and.html' title='Italian kids vs. American kids.. and the winner is..'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805431589399983169.post-3808902411318937410</id><published>2008-11-05T13:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:14:06.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>November 5th, 2008.. a great feeling..</title><content type='html'>what can i say..i woke up this morning in my boyfriends comfortable "double ( consisting of two single beds pushed together) bed" and lo and behold its not only SUNNY for the first time in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;longgg&lt;/span&gt; while but Obama has been elected president. What more can you ask for in life? i know.. a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;croissant&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nutella&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anyhow&lt;/span&gt; we will get back to that but since this is my first ( dare i say the word I always deem as slightly annoying...blog) I feel like I should provide a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;back story&lt;/span&gt; instead of demanding that people be interested in my life.. I am 24 years old, American, I grew up in San Antonio, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt; ( Go Spurs) and although I love Texas and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;, loud typical Texas family at 18 I packed my bags, left home and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; looked back since. Of course I had some help with that, namely my ex boyfriend and best friend who all moved to LA or "la la land" as I like to call it.. I came, i worked, i finished University.. It was hard but in an age where I think we have a problem of what I call "sweet 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt;" , a little hard work never hurt anyone! Los Angeles was and is a great a place to live. I met many great long lasting friends and hey it gave me the opportunity to do things that i may not have been able to do in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;, go to a pay pride parade with feisty older men in leather chaps, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;transvestite&lt;/span&gt; parties, crazy nights in Malibu and a paid trip to teach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; in China and last but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not least, the opportunity to study and eventually live in .....ITALY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get random emails from time to time on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;. Most of them positive and some of them not ( mainly " so do your rich parents pay for your exploits ( exploits ?..what am i an eastern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;European&lt;/span&gt; hooker?) in Europe.. so to answer that persons question.. no no and more no.. of course my father has helped when I studied here but I live here ( in Florence) under the condition that I use my degree and actually "gasp" work and "gasp" support myself.. and work? oh yes work i do! I have two jobs as well as some freelancing lessons. Job #1 goes to a Vacation Rental Company located here in Florence where my job is to find clients from abroad , get them in vacation rentals, and customer service. A little bit of everything.. including having a crazy boss whose mood changes like those 2 dollars&lt;br /&gt; mood rings everyone bought as a kid...She crazy , she makes ME crazy and if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; for my sarcastic and funny colleague from the south of Italy i probably would have hightailed it long ago.. A good job in Italy is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; of finding the holy grail during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt; crusades and I for one am not going to give that up so easily.. job#2 is slightly more masochistic in that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; technically need it but since I am mainly paid on commission from job number 1 , I want to be sure and have this one as a steady paycheck. A couple of afternoons a week I get paid (well) to "teach" a rich familie's 3 and 5 yr old kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; with them.. a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;popular&lt;/span&gt; job with young Americans and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; alike here in Florence. The funny thing about it as they know NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; .. so picture me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;speaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; to them and them staring blankly in my face as if i was speaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Swahili&lt;/span&gt;.. yep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; pretty much what I do.. the job is not without its rewards though and they are flexible so if I have to do something, no biggie i can call and not go that day because the family has not 1 but 3 nannies at their 24 hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;disposal&lt;/span&gt;. I have perhaps seen the woman ( the mom) who hired me about 3 times since I have begun working there ( about a month ago) and the father almost never, in fact when i dyed my hair back to brown he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;introduced&lt;/span&gt; himself to me again because he thought i was a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; dad how about spending less time at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ferregamo&lt;/span&gt; and more time at home with your kids? ahem... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;anyhow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all i will write about that for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live, work, eat, cry, laugh, sleep, ponder life here in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; gem of a city called Florence. Is it the fantasy land where every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; person wants to settle down for simple life after working 50 hour weeks? NO.. but it is for me! for the moment.. YES! there is nothing simple about Florence unless you are already rich and have people doing all of the "grunt work" for you.. if you think Florence is simple , just try to get fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connected at your house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love it here and yes I miss my friends and family back home very much, I have met amazing people here from all over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt; but it makes me sad because 99.9% of them leave after a certain period of time because like I mentioned before.. good jobs, low rent.. kinda hard to obtain here! I have met many great Italians as well ( hello, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; dating one!) but it is comforting to be able to speak in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; ( i speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; very well, i have to..i mean after 2 years it would be kinda lame if i didn't) and be able to bring up those cultural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;references&lt;/span&gt; ( like family guy) with someone who knows what i am talking about.. but time will tell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the first paragraph.. Obama won, the world( most of the world=) sighs in relief and here I am downing my second espresso and waiting anxiously to get paid and go get a nice big slice of Pizza for lunch! mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;mia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;arrivederci&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4805431589399983169-3808902411318937410?l=ggnitaly84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/feeds/3808902411318937410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4805431589399983169&amp;postID=3808902411318937410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/3808902411318937410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4805431589399983169/posts/default/3808902411318937410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggnitaly84.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-5th-2008-great-feeling.html' title='November 5th, 2008.. a great feeling..'/><author><name>Ggnitaly84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00735908511436448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL4sTxm_oSU/SRQnRGCzRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rt63Sbh17eM/S220/election+night.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
