Moving Out

Moving Out is a book that I have had the recent pleasure of experiencing. It is a collection of photos and thoughts by Jewish-Swiss photographer Robert Frank. In his collection, you can see a definite progression of Frank's work, thoughts, and experiences. In some way, I feel as though this blog has been that for me.

Tomorrow, I finish moving out of my original housing with two lovely English speaking girls, into a home of solely speaking Italian girls. Through the process of moving, I have reorganized my work (realizing I bought way too much crap that I am not using), had several thoughts (why did I pack this crap; I need to send it home), and can share the following experiences.

1. Have you ever moved without a car?! Yeah, my friends Alessandro and Riccardo helped me, but to keep my items safe, they parked the car at their job. Wow, nice I thought, but you have to go and get the car. Mental Note, if an American asks you, "Do you want to take the bus or walk to get the car?" Say 'walk.' If an Italian says, "Preferici l'autobus o in piedi?" (see above) Say, 'l'autobus!!' In addition, if they add, "un passigate" (a little walk,) DON'T BELIEVE THEM!!! Unfortunately, no one warned me and I said, "si, un passigate, buono!" (yes, a little walk, great!) Little did I know 30-40 minutes later we would arrive at the car. I am glad I had on my Mizunos! In addition, I offered to pay Alessandro, you know 'cause gas is high in the states, but its REAL high here, plus they sale it by the liter! "Excuse mi! No!" Apparently I totally insulted him. My Bad... but it is OK for me to cook dinner for them. Who knew, people around the world are willing to work for food.

2. With my new apartment comes a great old bike (no gears, a non working light, a bell and a basket.) I bought it off the girl who moved out. Well, I am not sure if you have ever cycled before or just rode a bike at the park. I thought walking was crazy in Florence, biking is a whole 'nother level!! Mind you, I cycle at home, so I am use to having my feet "clipped" in. This is literally your foot attached to the pedal. So mentally my body acts like my feet can't move. Further, I usually have a bike shoe and not heels. Finally, have you ever had a guy try to pick you up on your bike, from his bike. *insert riotous laughter here* Yet another thing to add to my Italian Men Post.

So now what...
I need to turn in the old keys.
I have to clean both apartments.
I desperately need to figure what is being mailed home to momma and what is staying.
I need to pack, because I'll be home for Christmas!

Ciao Ragazzi!

A Sentimental Mood

Oh the holidays are now upon us. And as I sit working in my studio Coltrane is playing in the background. Serenading me and sending me soaring towards a Sentimental Mood. (Caveat: If you don't know this track, or worse don't know Coltrane, you need to get out more.)

I just finished preparing my photojournalism story! 10 captured images from the day AFTER the election, with mat, mounted on foam core. My presentation and critique are Tuesday and Thursday. I am very proud of them. It was great fun watching this whole process evolve from a brief conversation, to inspiration, some perspiration and then manifestation.(Sorry, I am having a Jesse Jackson moment; it's the Coltrane).

As for the week, the semester is coming to a close. I can't believe how fast the time has gone! I had a little Christmas party at the house on Friday. About 25 people from Italy, Japan, Canada and the States; of course we had Mexican! It was fun. On Saturday I move into the new place with Simona and Luciana. My friends Ricardo and Alessandro are helping. This is a blessing, because they have cars!!

I will be home (Milwaukee) for Christmas, just a week and then off to Paris. I can't wait to enjoy the top 10 below (Letterman style of course). Where are my ruby slippers? "There's no place like home!"

10. My family. I have to be sure and include them, no hurt feelings. And Turkey and Dressing, because spinach tortellini was cool for Thanksgiving, but THAT'S not Thanksgiving!
9. Desperate Housewives. I haven't seen one episode since being in Italy! They are a season behind, it is in Italian, and I can't watch it online. DANG FCC!
8. Chatting with friends from home (Nashville) at a reduced rate! Did I mention the last phone bill? And yes, I am still accepting contributions, especially if you are one of the people I called! (Am I bitter? No. Seriously, not at all...)
7. That Christmas feeling. Frantically running through the streets of Milwaukee trying to find matching_______ for ______ in the snow. Becoming impatient as ________ decides on ________ for _______. (I am thinking I will get over this pretty quickly.)
6. Snow! I haven't had a white Christmas in a few years. But I don't want so much snow to keep me from getting in or out of the O'Hare Airport.
5. Project Runway, America's Next Top Model, So You Think You Can Dance, well basically just about all of the reality TV shows. Yes, I admit, I am a reality TV junkie! But I am on the way to recovery, first step, done!
4. Diet Coke! In Italy, they have this, stuff, called Coca-Cola Lite. It is NOT Diet Coke friends. It doesn't have that burn, you know. I don't even waste my Euros on it. But I promise, there will be a 2 liter of Diet Coke, with lime in one hand and number 1 in the other. ( I promise to post a picture of that!)
3. Essence Marie Coppins. My sweet angel. Mom has been so good in keeping Essence and of course Essence hasn't always kept her end of the bargain. THANKS MOM!
2. Speaking of mom... her pecan pie for Christmas with chocolate chips! YUMMO and my grandmother's peach cobbler! OMG, my mouth is watering...
1. Whole Foods ALL NATURAL smooth Peanut Butter! You can NOT find Peanut Butter here and when you do it is almost $10!! I know several people who like Nutella, but again, I don't see what all the hype is about!

Yet again, I see a pattern. hummmm.... I think it's dinner time!

Ciao!

The BEST Weekend Ever!!

Can I just say, I have had some really good weekends since I started living in Europe. For example, Venice for the weekend, Fall leaves in Stia, hanging at the Rugby game and dinner with Giovanni's Family. BUT, this weekend tops them all and the great thing, there are more to come.

FRIDAY was a bit glum, only because my camera broke at a photo shoot the day before. Literally, the shutter collapsed upon itself!! Mind you, I was shooting in a mental hospital (no patients) and an abandoned orphanage when it happened. Could it be I am shooting too much? Is 30 rolls of film too much? hummm. Needless to say, there was still more shooting to be completed on Thursday, but it didn't happen for me. *sigh* Nevertheless, Friday was the upswing of the weekend, because my photo teacher, Jacopo, who I love, personally escorted me to a photo shop that should be able to help me out. I was supposed to hear of the results Friday afternoon, it is now Monday afternoon and Jacopo just called. The camera is ready and less then what I budgeted for. GLORY TO GOD! Especially considering that last phone bill... and the shooting to still be done.

That night I had dinner, Mexican, with three other Yankees followed by some awesome Cuban music. Cuban music in Italy, who knew...

SATURDAY was filled with printing in the studio. I am currently working on three separate projects. One of which is my attempt at a photojournalist perspective/story. Fingers Crossed! If you didn't know, after about 4 hours of printing, everything that is white starts to look green. So, I took a break to meet my friend Danielle at an area bar for appretivo and the game. I am a huge football fan, GO! PACK GO! But unfortunately, I am unable to get my weekly fix here in Florence. So I have learned to settle for real football; soccer.

Watching Fiortena, the Florence team play and whip some team from the North was awesome! You see this stuff on TV, but when folks actually start singing the city/team fight songs, you can't help but join in! Great fun... I have to buy some purple so I fit in better next time. After I went back to the studio and worked until midnight, security pretty much put me out!

SUNDAYthe weather was absolutely fabulous! Cold, but sunny and just a few clouds... And in the afternoon I finally found an apartment!! It is located 'out of the center,'(The Duomo, San Lorenzo etc), away from the touristy part of town and the neighborhood is pretty much only Italians. Yes ladies and gentleman, it is now 2 Italians and 1 American! My new housemates are Lucina and Simona. Sweet girls, who pretty much just speak Italian, but want to learn English so let the lessons begin!! (I do hope my accent doesn't rub off.) Of course, last night when I was struggling through my Italian homework I started thinking, what have I done!?!? My only American contact will be at the school and with Danielle. YIKES...

After this euphoric moment, I came back to the studio to look for tickets for my sister and I. We will be spending New Year's Eve in Paris!!! I can't believe how cheap it was to fly there from Italy. We leave from Florence on New Year's Eve, arriving about 4 in the afternoon, returning to Florence on the 3rd. We will be couch surfing while there and I promise to take lots of pictures! I have never been to Times Square for New Year's, and I have nothing to compare it to, but I assume it should be OK.

The day was of course was topped off with great food. My housemate Jen has a new "friend." Francisco. He is from Mexico and made two authentic dishes for us. I LOVE MEXICAN FOOD! (Yes! I am yelling!!) But the highlight of the ENTIRE weekend was a new introduction to the BEST thing in Italy. Chocolto Au fu Gato con Panne... Now this is totally spelled wrong, but don't get stuck there. The important part is this. It is literally Hot Chocolate with 2 scoops of Gelato (I prefer carmello) and REAL whipped Cream!! OMG. It is about 1200 calories, but seriously, who cares. I could literally swim in it. I could wear it like George Costanza wants to wear velvet on Seinfeld. That's how I am about this decadence. YUMMO!! Isn't it funny how when it is all said and done, it comes back to food. hummm... mental note: 'I really need to learn how to cook more.'

I am off to the studio, to complete more printing!

Italy, Turkey, and Greece, Oh My!

Ciao Raggazi!

The last few weeks have been so busy for me! If you can't tell, I am defiantly enjoying myself in Europe. As you may recall, when we last left our heroine she was on her way to a 10 day Mediterranean Cruise for the fall break. It was awesome and well deserved. I have not had a vacation since I started the principalship or graduated with my doctorate, so I am sure you will agree it was past due! My favorite spot, by far, was Myknonos. To the left I am on the beach just enjoying the sun of this beautiful island. Below are a few other fun spots: Santornini, Ephesus, Naples and on the boat!.

We also went to Kudasi, Turkey for a day. Jen and Katie were my travel partners. We even celebrated Jen's Birthday on and off the ship. Of course we kept the golden rule of Girl Scouting, "Make new friends, but keep the old ones..." We ran into a few of the crew while visiting Kudasi and they were a great help with the language barrier!! Check out the videos for yourself, it was a lot of fun and of course the pictures tell the story too!

So now what...

1. Well, I am busy shooting, processing, printing, and preparing for winter critiques.

2. I just had my first show this week!! It was awesome. I used an image from a 4am photo shoot. I'll add a picture of my picture later. Several people were there, even my language partners Nicola and Giuseppe!

Nicola Giuseppe

3. Last weekend I went to Venice. It was amazing! A photographer's dream. The light is unreal! Pictures from that are included too!

4. Finally, I am no longer calling home, unless on Skype! I knew it would be expensive to call home, and Italy doesn't send yours bill every month, but NOT over 400 Euros worth! YIKES, please feel free to send donations.

Si, Possimo

Si, Possimo! ~Yes, We Can!!

Let me preface this post by saying I realize I may loose some readers, but hopefully no one will be offended. If you are offended or lost, just follow the bread crumbs back to a reality check.

These are my thoughts and as a Black Woman living in Europe, during this time and season, I have to share the perspective of the election through my eyes as my feet stand upon the soil that is Firenze.

Everywhere I would go, from the time I arrived in Italy, people would ask me. "Are you American?" My response, "Si, sonna Americana," (Yes, I am American.) "You like Obama. Did you vote?" These questions came more readily as the election drew closer. In addition, they would often lead to a lengthy discussion of how you don't ask who people vote for, how it is considered rude and people don't talk politics. Only to receive the retort. "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, but did you vote Obama, you voted Obama didn't you?" Each time I would NOT give them a definite answer, but today I stand here and say YES, ITALY I VOTED OBAMA!! Originally I was going for McCain, I know, please close your mouths, but after he picked Palin, it was over for me. The arguments about inexperience and such, went out the window.

Keep in mind, I am SEVEN hours AHEAD and had an Italian mid-term to focus on, so I couldn't go to the huge election party here in the city. Nevertheless, I spoke to both my parents about 2 in the morning Florence time, which of course was WAY to early American time to find out what was happening. I told my mom call me when its over, I have to go to bed! The call went like this:

Approximately 5:30am (Florence time); low and sullen tones.
Me: Hello
Ma: Hi Baby, It's over.
Me: Did he win?
Ma: He won!
Me: What, we have a black president?!
Ma: Yep.
Ma & Me: Silence... tears...

As I walked the streets of Florence today I had a bit of a swagger. Almost to the point of John Travolta, but not that corny. I was so proud to be an American! I was so proud to catalog this day from behind my lens. Catching people discussing the election results, reading the paper, sporting their Obama gear. I purchased two newspapers today at the stand down from my house, the owner said. "Vivo Obama!" My response, "Si!"

So now, I continue to pray for our nation, for our world, that God would lead him in the selection of an administration, protect him from those who would want him to fall, and guide him so he will not fail, etc.

I'm Alive!

Hello all.

I realize that it has been quite a few days since last you heard of the adventures of Laci. But, what can I say, I have been busy! Last weekend, I was in Stia. This quaint little town is located in the region of Casentino; which is still Tuscany. It was a Post-Bac trip (coordinated by our teacher) and we stayed in a former monastery. Very cold walls and floors, but tons of character that can't be neglected. There were papers, in the house, dating back to the 1800s and vinyl albums (Yes, we played them and Stevie and Pink Floyd never sounded better.)! As a part of the trip we also went to St Francis' monastery (left), the location where he received the Stigmata. Can I just say, that it was absolutely beautiful. I was at the top of the pilgrimage, sitting on the edge of the monastery walls, literally viewing the town below, writing in my journal, while The Katinas' I'm Alive resonated over me! I could feel God's presence and was thankful for the moment. I was also thankful to Kathie for the CD! Please, click the link; powerful stuff.

This week I started something called Language Tandem. It is basically an exchange with people who want to learn English with those who want to learn Italian. This has been interesting to say the least! Everyone is so patient as the words literally commit suicide on my lips as they exit my mouth. I become so timid (yes, I can be timid, no laughing!). My comprehension continues to increase, but the responses, well... I'll keep you posted.

Friday and Saturday I had a babysitting job for a 10 year old from Canada! She was such a sweetie. I got a chance to take her to several tourist spots across Florence, including the top of the Duomo and the secret passages of Palazzo Vecchico; thanks to my friend Stefano. Here they are as he leads her in experiments about perspective.

Today, I spent time in the country with Danielle, Riccardo, and Giovanni. I met Riccardo and Giovanni at a couch surfing party. Giovanni invited us to his family's farm for lunch. It definitely made me homesick to spend time with his family. His mother spoiled us and his father teased us, all in Italian mind you. After we finished lunch, Giovanni took us to my first Rugby game! Can I just say this sport is a little scary to watch!! I kept thinking to myself, football players are wimps compared to these guys. One player's head was literally split and he was carried off the field for stitches! Giovanni use to play for Firenze, so after we got to hang with the team as they ate sandwiches, pasta, beer and some smoked their cigarettes; only in Italy. Here are the Marzetti twins (HUGE!) from the team, both injured right now; I am sure that doesn't surprise you!

So Now What...

1. This week I have midterms. Dreading the one in Italian, but excited about the one in photography.

2. I leave for fall break on Friday. I am going on a 10 day cruise with two other Post-Bacs (Jen and Katie). We leave/return from Rome, visit 4 cities in Greece, Ephesus, Turkey, and Naples. YES! I plan to have the pizza in Naples. After all, I don't want to disappoint Elizabeth Gilbert.

3. I am shooting pictures and conferencing with Jacopo weekly. He continues to be a great inspiration.

4. I have started looking for an apartment. I will be living with Italians come Decemeber, just not sure which ones.

5. No assignments for the paper "write now," but I am always looking for the next story.

FAQ I

Well, it is official, I have now been in Firenze (Florence) for one month and am living La Dolce Vita (the Sweet Life)! Along this one month journey have come a few questions that seem to repeat themselves among my family and friends, so I thought I would share the responses, as I continue to find a pattern of me repeating myself, while I encourage individuals to read my blog.

What is the television like, do they have the same programs as us? I don't watch a lot of TV, one because I do not have time and two, because sometimes it is hard to follow. My housemate Jen, watches a lot of MTV, since it is in English with Italian subtitles. Of what I have seen, they have several shows from the 70s and 80s, like Heart to Heart and Charlies Angels, but they also have current shows like Friends, Grey's Anatomy and even Ugly Betty! All with voice over mind you...

Do they use sign language? and if so, can you understand them? Here is the funny thing, I hadn't seen ANY deaf people until my dad asked me this question. Now I seem to be running into them in various parts of the city. On this particular day, I was a bit nosey and observed the conversation, but I have to admit, I couldn't understand!! In fact, in the US most signs are regional, so I could communicate with someone from Texas, but just like Italy, parts would be lost in translation.

Tell me about the wine? The quick and the short, it is STRONG! I am typically a two glass kind of girl, but here, at about 1/2 a glass, I am starting to "feel it!" So you have to be careful. I am still sticking closely to Vino Bianco (White Wine), it is my favorite!

Along with this I am frequently asked, How is the food? These people obviously have NOT read my blog! Before I arrived, I made a commitment to try everything at least once. So far I love the food, although a person can only eat so much prosciutto caldo (cooked ham) and the first time I tried to eat Spaghetti Bolognese (Spaghetti with meat sauce) I 'bout lost it. I also find myself continuing in my vegetarian lifestyle, especially when I eat at home. When shopping in the Mercato Centrale (Central Market), they have a desire to show the freshness of their products. This is done by leaving the heads on or worse, placing the heads next to the carcass of the animal. *insert green face here.* So I am sure you can see why I am sticking to the vegetarian piece and the gelato (ice cream) diet. My cousin Ashely and friend Stephanie both made comments about my physique from recent pictures. It is true, I have LOST weight since I have been here. Which is crazy, since I eat gelato or some form of dolci (sweet/dessert) every night and sometimes several times a day. I know it is all of the walking around town that I do. Which is a good thing, since the wine is so strong!

When you get a chance, be sure and check out my latest article with The Florentine. I am off to go and start washing film from my visit to the Boboli Gardens.

Leaning Can Be Fun

Greetings Family,

The last two Saturdays have been very busy traveling and learning! Last Saturday I stayed close to home and visited Palazzo Vecchio. The palace originally built by the Medici's, it is still used as city hall today. They even had actors portraying the family in the square that afternoon. It was very cool, because the tour I was on was of the secret passages!! We were even able to see Lorzeno's treasure room, where he coordinated the portraits with the items behind the painting. No treasure left mind you... These pictures have of course been added!

Yesterday, I went to Pisa and Lucca for the day. Both places were absolutely beautiful. I was; however, very surprised at how SMALL the the leaning tower is! I don't know, for some reason, I just thought it would be massive, perhaps from all the pictures you see. But, it was not, still a site to see, but small none the less. And of course I took the famous pose, how could I not?!

Now, I must add, I was DOG TIRED on this trip, but it is my own fault!! Several of you know I love to dance and love 'ol school hip hop! Well, after hitting up two other spots for food and beverages, I met a British DJ with my couch surfer host and now friend Danielle. He shared all about his spot where he works, an underground after hours 'OL SCHOOL HIP HOP spot!! What?! How could I not grace this place with my presence. Can I just say WE WERE GETTING OUR DANCE ON! So much fun... and I forgot to add, this is a spot with mostly locals, non parlo ingles, solo parlo italiano!! (I don't speak English, I only speak Italian!) Lots of practice, the owner couldn't believe I had only been here for 3 weeks. Needless to say, if you want to know what a sunrise looks like in Florence, it's nice... you should check it out. But I paid for it the next day around Pisa and Lucca, ergo the leaning and molto dopo cappuccinos (several double cappuccinos)...

So now what...

1. I think I have recovered and finally got some rest today.

2. I am planning my trip to Athens, Greece (not Georgia) for fall break with Jen (my housemate) and Katie (another post bac). Danielle can't go.

3. As you know I have changed my "focus," to photography so here are a few recent shots through my lens. (Don't worry, Hunters Bend I'm still drawing too! Thanks for the encouragement.)

What do you think?

No Pressure...

Ciao Ragazzi!

Yesterday my drawing class went to Academia. You may not know this, but this is the location of the original David, by Michelangelo. (A replica is located in the Uffizi Square.) They moved David indoors to protect him from the elements and he is absolutely beautiful! Dare I say breathtaking. Well, I about lost my breath when John, my British drawing instructor let us know we would be sketching David. WHAT!! Are you kidding me?

Being the good little student that I am, I kindly set my place and began the process. Then I realized, as people were walking by, tourists and such, they were looking at my paper! Looking at the papers of my classmates. Citing for the world to hear or at least those in ear shot, "ahh, art students." Of course each glance offered judgements of approval or not. Great, so now, I not only have the pressure of drawing this GIANT, but also the community, ensuring I get the curl of his hair and curvature of everything else, just right. I won't bore you with my sketches, but let's just say, I am glad I am in the class. I will add; however, once I started using the charcoal, it felt and looked better, trust me, the tourist from Canada told me so!

As far as my other classes, I LOVE my photo professor Jacopo (I know, but we are in Italy). He combines photography with literature. I have been waiting for a teacher like this all my life! Jacopo will also be my advisor through grad seminar. He was so kind to recommend a number of books for me to start, one of which I have to have the first 6 chapters complete by next Tuesday. Glad I love to read!

In Video, my teacher is Bruno (again, but he is French, SACI has quite the international faculty!) I already made my first short. It was about an addicition to running. The first step is to admit you have a problem... This weekend, my partner and I will be working on a "sequence", but we still have to come up with the subject. Let me know if you have ideas...

Finally, what we have all been waiting for... my piece came out today in The Florentine, simply click to follow the link. I also have my next story! I will be completing the Up Close and Personal Section of an artist named Marina Calamai. Her story is unique, her art is of desserts. Question: I wonder if she will bring real samples of the models she uses when we meet? Thanks Steve for the lead on this one, I owe you a cappuccino!

Well, I have to run, my friend Danielle is taking me to an opening tonight. She has been great and helps me with the Italian. I am finally understanding, I just wish I could respond!

Ciao!

Lost in Translation

Ciao Ragazzi! (hello everyone)

Here are two posts in one, life has been so busy with the first week of classes, I am not quite sure where to begin. Nevertheless, here goes...

To explain several inquires about last week's post... SWIM FINS. These lovely items were simply requested to help me from sinking in the abyss of naked people and classes. Heh, give me a break, I haven't carried a full load since '97.


My article for The Florentine comes out on Thursday! I will be sure and make a post with the link. I am waiting for my next assignment, but I am also hunting out the story as well. Watch out Lois Lane!

I decided to drop and add a few classes. I have elected to take photography as my new focus, instead of drawing. Now mind you, I am still being hunted down by the naked people, as alas, I still have figure drawing, but I no longer have to focus there. Along with photography, I will also study video. I think this will be pretty cool. Now the ham will be behind the camera instead just in front of it! I will be sure and keep you posted.

This Saturday I went to Ravenna for the day. It is just past Bologna and the birthplace of Mosaics. This is the latest slide show. Please know, I did my best to capture the splendor... but it still pales in comparison of actually seeing these life size pieces of art. Believe it or not, there was even a wedding going on in one of the basilicas we visited, which brings me to this weeks smile moment.

Since I arrived, I have been keeping a running tab of when Italians have used American phrases, slang, or other comments that were obviously lost in translation. Caveat, before I go into the running tab of Lost in Translation comments, I do want to add, that I am pretty sure there is some cute little Italian girl (she has to be cute, they all are) who has jotted down one of my errors as well, when I was trying to share THEIR language!

• Today, when looking at a photo of trapped baby raccoons in a dumpster, my Grad Seminar professor exclaimed. "Ahhh, they got caught with their hand in the marmalade." Uh, I think he meant cookie jar.
• While in Ravenna, we past a wedding that was playing the graduation march as their pre-music for the ceremony.
• I have been asked where I am from more then I can count. I am sorry to report, almost no one has heard of Tennessee. In fact, they often say, Hennessey when repeating it back to me and then begins a long drawn out discussion. So I think I am just going to say I am from NY and be done with it.
• Here is one about the lovely Italian men... walking through the mercato (market) I am often, what's the word, approached, uh, greeted. Yeah, greeted with varied salutations. On this particular day, a "gentleman" who says some form of hello daily, told me "You're like honey." I believe he meant to say, I was sweet. I hope so... *insert shutter here*

One final thought, I dropped Fresco painting to take video, but I do want to add, I never had a college professor serve me Peach Bellini's after lunch for as I worked. I LOVE ITALY!! Thank you God for the opportunity....

Va Benne! (as well)

Swim Fins...

Ciao Familia...

This is a very quick post as we are on a break. But I have a special request... can someone please send me a pair of swim fins. You know the floaty things you would wear as a kid when you were learning to swim. I might need them this semester!

Today has been the first day of class. I have been listening and doing since 9:00 this morning and still don't get out of class until 7:30. Needless to say, my brain is on overload! I am exhausted and enthralled at the same time. 

Here is the crazy thing... Today I had Drawing Foundations. Well, several people know I took drawing this summer and loved it! But, I only worked in still life, nature, and from photographs. Today, was the first time, I had to work with a nude model. *insert* red face! I have never worked with a nude model before. Fortunately it was a woman, but still. I was like, please someone, anyone, give her back her robe. At least she was thin and had a nice physique (oohhh!) Nevertheless, it is hard try to draw the most intimate parts of a person, without feeling a little, I don't know.. FREAKED!! Did I just throw up in my mouth a bit? I hate to think of the other models we will meet. Apparently, this whole class... the WHOLE CLASS (yes I'm yelling) is filled with naked people each time. FREAKED!

On top of this, it is going to be a lot of work... much more then I realized just looking at the syllabus, but I know the first day of school is often overwhelming. Plus I STILL don't have all of my art supplies, so this is undue stress.  At least tomorrow I only have Italian, so I can process through the rest then. Again, feel free to send the swim fins, not they will really help, but maybe some Krispy Kreme Donuts will...

Random Thought: There aren't any Starbucks here. I know, big surprise. Here is my assumption, they would be laughed out of the country!  I tried a REAL Cafe Maccichoto (sp) today, WOW! STRONG, to say the least...

What I don't want to be when I grow up.... 

please add, nude model!

My Feet HURT!

Salve Familia,
I have so much to share and so little time. The past two days have been BUSY to say the least. SACI has an extensive orientation, one being a guided tour around town. Let me see, oh, and before I go on, I have added a photo box. This one will show different aspects of Firenze and several shots from todays tour!


I interviewed the artist Jules Maidoff yesterday. Google him, he is pretty hot stuff! It was the coolest expereience ever. I LOVED sitting in the Museo Marino Marini (Marino Marini Museum) with him; once I found it. He had so many wonderful stories to share. I was late, because I got lost, again! But stumbled upon the most beautfiul via (street) on earth. I was in the presence of greatness, Gucci, Chanel, Hilfiger, well maybe not Hilfiger, but you get the picture. I had to refocus and get to my job!! During parts of our time together his assistants kept coming over to ask about positioning of certain pieces and groupings, etc. If you get a chance, google Maidoff, look for the piece 'Romeo and Juliet!' POWERFUL and it just draws you in. It is a piece he completed to deal with the grief he felt after his wife passed. With all the distractions, needless to say we needed additional time, so we went across the square to the bar. But it is not like a bar in the US. It was more like a small cafe with quaint tables and chairs, umbrellas and gypsies' begging. YES, gypsies. I didn't have anything. I was too nervous! Mr. Maidoff had a Coca-Cola light, their version of Diet Coke. After finishing with him, he placed a thought in my mind that I will always take with me, "You can't choose where you are born. You make your own world where you are."


Speaking of the food. Shopping has been very interesting to say the least! Can you imagine trying to make purchases by picture and figuring out what you know from spanish and applying that here. Yeah.... so far so good. I thought to myself, is this how illiterate people feel when they shop. In a sense I guess I am illiterate when it comes to Italian. I live across from a wonderful Geltaria. Angelo is our shop keeper or maybe I should say pusher. I had the carmel and chocolote gelato with nuts yesterday. YUMMO! I couldn't even finish it. It was so rich and such.... But I did place it in the freezer for later. lol I also walked to a local bakery for a breakfast treat yesterday. I purchased some sort of pastry that was folded. It was like Creme Brulee in a pastery. The outside was crispy and carmelized and the inside was chewy and creamy, like creme brulee. It was so good, I kept telling my housemate, Jen, "This makes no sense! Nothing like this, for breakfast, should be this good!!" But it was.

Here are the Top TEN things I have learned in Florence after 5 days;

Letterman style!

10. Don't hand them the money! When making a purchase, put it in the tray and they put your change in the tray with the reciept. If you hand it to them, they think you are rude, and did you know they charge you for the Pusa (bag). I think some places in the US are starting this to encourage cloth bags.
9. Quanto Costa? How much? It is always best to ask, but it also good to know your numbers so you know how much they say in return.
8. Air Condition is a good thing and it should NOT be taken for granted. I mean seriously, how much hotter can it get!?! I thought Nashville was hot. This ladies and gentleman is another level!
7. QUESTION: What do you really have to share, at the top of your lungs, at 3am! The people in Florence never sleep. New York is a quiet town compared to this.
6. The Piazza Santa Maria Novella (The square of Saint Mary of the Flower) is beautiful... and shoud be taken in multiple times a day. Which in a sense I have, since I tend to get lost and use this as a marker to find myself.
5. Just keep walking. When the men start, just keep walking, hummm Italian Men... ahhhh that is a post for another day friends.
4. Dov' e`...? Where is? I am not sure how many times I can get lost, but you have to be lost, before you can be found... right? And I use this expression A LOT!
3. Am I really understanding Italian already!? I am shocked at how quickly I am picking it up and actually having conversations with people. I am sure is it is broken dialect, but heh I am still talking to you!
2. Did I just eat that? I think there might be crack in the food! It is way too good. It should be a sin to eat food this good. Did I mention the gelato across from my apt?!
1. MY FEET HURT!! (and yes I am yelling!) I don't know how these Italian Women do it! This must be where Carrie Bradshaw took her inspiration from! After a few days in wedges and flats, I made my first purchase. Very Compfy! And beleive it or not, it was mostly in Italian!

So now what...

1. Sorry for the long post!
2. Danielle, my roommates, and I are going to this bar on Saturday night. Which isn't like a bar in the US, no worries mom. Basically it is an all you can eat place for about 5-7 Euros and you can have beverages too. ALL YOU CAN EAT! A sin...
3. Try to catch the last of the lecture... or not
4. Write my story for the Florentine
5. Rest? Nah.... too much to do!

A Presto...

CIAO de FIRENZE!

Buono Sera Familia,

The time here is a little before 3. The building is quiet, as most people have left for lunch and sieste. So I will use this time to share my thoughts quickly, because I too need to eat lunch! Can you believe I am eating this late!!

On the flight over I met the sweetest Greek woman while standing around; literally standing around. A person can only sit so long, and I was over the plane ride the minute my TV wasn't working and the lady next to me began her grooming processes, etc. She spoke Greek, Turkey, Bulgarian, but not English! When she came out of the rest room, the sign language began. I got the impression she wanted to practice her English. So sure, why not... here is a chance for me to practice my Greek, oh wait, I don't speak Greek! Apparently, her husband works in Chicago.
They have a house there and in Athens` I think it was Athens. *let me pause here, I am on an Italian keyboard, so stuff is moved around and missing and not where it should be. So see the star on the line above, that was supposed to be a open paranthese; not so much. But I am figuring this thing out!) She went on about her family and being split between the two countries. Her name was Lena, like the girl from Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants *great movie!) But she looked nothing like her. From this exchange, Lena taught me two Greek words. Which are given here in phonetics, Kolo, which is nice. She thought that I was very Kolo. And Yashoo, which is hello and good bye. Question, 'Why is it we are the only ones who don't have a dual greeting?'

On the transfer in Munich I met a very nice man. I began to use my Italiano! Non parlo Italiano, parlo Portuguese! So needless to say, the conversation was very short, but he was sweet. *He only spoke Portuguese, I kind of speak Italian)

My first day in Florence when like this and trust me when I say this is the Reader's Digest version! Out of my 3 pieces of luggage only 1 was there at the airport. Driving to the center of town, where my couch surfing host Danielle lived, was a bit scary! These folks drive a bit crazy and I was glad I was riding and just taking in the city. There is quite a bit of graffiti, which I didn't expect. Danielle explained to me that in Florence the suburbs are the bad part of town no one wants to live there. Everyone wants to be in the center of the Piazza. Danielle, with her dog Rosalita, were AWESOME hosts. She was so helpful, considering I was missing so many items. I would insert some pictures, but I don't have my camera... She took me to a festival hosted by the Democratic Party (the other option are the Communist, but apparently they lost, so nothing to celebrate) with food and a concert. She has been living here for 4 years, so she definitely knows her way around. My first REAL ITALIAN MEAL was risotto with asparagus and vanilla gelato with chocolate syrup and hazel nuts for dessert. RICH! To say the least. I know for sure I will be walking, otherwise, I will be rolling home!

Almost done, today 9.3.08 or as they say in Europe, 3.9.08, I had an interview for a freelance writer with an English speaking paper. I GOT THE JOB!! I actually was assigned my first story. Can you believe it!? I am covering an art opening, the artist is the guy who started SACI. I have a private meeting with him domani (tomorrow) as they begin to hang the 70 pieces of his work in the museum. I am turning in a draft on Monday and I go to copy on the 15th. I have one of the main stories!! Not bad for my first time back in the author's chair. I will be sure to add a link in a later post.

So now what...

1. I am going to get some lunch.
2. See about the water in my apartment (there was none when I came over. And did you see I figured out the open parnethese!!) and roll my sole bag back to the place.
3. Begin my research for my story and maybe watch some TV. You should see Friends or Charlie's Angels in Italian voice over.
4. Add to the list of what I am not going to be when I grow up... Pilot or Flight Attendant!
5. Try not to get lost literally going around the corner, trust me, it has happened already!

Ciao...

Leavin' NashVegas

Salve Familia!

I'm sure most of you are familiar with the Elvis tune, "Viva Las Vegas." Well, this is no different, especially since I was in TN, home of Elvis and all. So here are my final thoughts as I am Leavin' NashVegas (Milwaukee), and I promise there are no shots of me in a white jump suite, although I could make it work if I had too, and the thanks for that goes to my girl Omeka!

The last two weeks have been filled with sad good-byes, cheerful times, and dance breaks (that soundtrack thing again). I have had the opportunity to spend time with the ladies of BTC (my dinner club) hiking around Radnor Park, an Italian afternoon luncheon with friends from church and other arenas, lessons from the divas, breakfast, lunch, and dinner with a few other folks, packing and driving a U-Haul for the first time, lol, Harley Fest, which is a post of its own (Although I do need to add this caveat. I come all the way to Milwaukee to meet a guy from Sicily; hilarious, but I did get to practice my Italian! Oh, and yes HE too gave me the same warning about Italian men. FUNNY...), and of course our annual family fish fry at mom's house. All of the pictures of this have been added to the upper right; I'll warn you there are more then a 100 shots; so pause and enjoy.

The last two weeks have also been filled with running errands, getting Essence settled in at nonna's (grandmother's) house , double checking to make sure I have everything, but my grandmother let me know I will still forget something. Believe it or not I have even been confirming appointments and other opportunities with my friends in Florence. ANNOUNCEMENT: This will be my last post on American Soil. The next time you hear from me folks, I'll be an Italian Girl!

But before then, here is the answer (s0 far) to the million dollar question:

What are you going to do when you come back?

Well, right now, I am not sure. I am NOT trying to plan to far ahead, you know I want to enjoy the gift I have (the present). However, I have been keeping a running list of what I DON'T want to do. I figure, this is a good place to start, oh and no offense if your beloved profession is on here... it's just not for me.

1. I don't want to be a truck driver, the U-Haul was more then enough for me. (Patrick, I'm not telling, so keep it to yourself!) And coming through Chicago was filled with a ton of traffic, apparently there was a triathlon, why didn't anyone tell me?!
2. Nothing with blood or bio-medical stuff. I mean you can trust me, after all I am a Doctor, but not that kind. And I would HATE to ruin your shoes with my weak stomach.
3. I don't have the patience (or stomach) to be a beautician, aestician, manicurist, massage therapist, etc. I can't imagine looking at someones' nastiness and them expecting me to make "it" look beautiful!
4. Nothing in retail or food service. I hate when people are rude and disrespectful.
5. I've done the teacher/principal thing, so I'm good on that!
6. Anything with math, evaluating data does tend to come readily, but, why, if you don't have too. And I don't even balance my checkbook (shhhh!) so really, let's keep it real.

I guess this is it for now, but I am pretty sure it will extend and maybe along the way, I'll reveal what I plan to be "when I grow up." But I can tell you, it will not be the 9-5 gig, these past two months have ruined me for the traditional job. RUINED!

Please pray for safe travel... until then.
Thanks and God Bless You and God Bless America! (Too much CNN!)

Haulin Across America...

Since this is a family oriented blog, and I am a good Christian girl, I can't title this what first came to mind, especially considering the experience. But you know..

Nevertheless I got the U-Haul on Friday afternoon. Wendy was the assistantt who encouraged me that I could in fact prove everyone wrong and show women's libbers across the country I CAN DO IT! Gloria would be so proud, but do I really care about her perception, probably not. Back on track...

My friend Coby, who bought me to the place, after a wonderful lunch, his treat, which made it even more wonderful, used my phone to take shots as he laughed at me in my high heels trying to figure this whole thing out and climb into this monster! What a great friend... suspect for sure. I feel like this, Sarah Jessica isn't the only one who can rock it, so go on and do it.

I digress- As I am heading home, I am doing my best to figure out the power of this thing! A bit crazy as the furniture pads and the dolly are sloshing in the open cabin. Not to any particular rhythm mind you.

My life is a soundtrack. I use this reference because I feel as though you can have a song to describe anything that is going on in your life. Once, our dinner club had the topic, "If your life were a movie what genre would it be and who would play you?" Well, of course I said a musical! (And Cree Summer would play me.) And so how could this moment be any different?

My ipod is on shuffle and as I am coming pass Belmont on my way home towards the mall, Jill Scott is serenading me with her song, "Golden." The lyrics are too powerful, but the chorus is "Living my life like its golden." I just beam and chair dance, because that is in effect what I am moving towards. As I debate whether to stop by the bank, I decide not to press my luck and head to the house. And then it begins, the trumpets... Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, ba bum, bum. Ba, bum, Ba, ba, bum, bum, ba, bum, bum, bum, bum. Doom, Doom. La, la, la, la, la, la, la. The theme song to Rocky!! (So now go back and reread the stanza, you know you see it!) Any good athlete has this song with their Mp3 collection. It's pure blasphemy if you do not!

And all of sudden as I set 2 lights and 1 stop sign from home; it happened. The inner Italian Stallion called out! "Girl, you got this." I beamed with pride and total jubilation. I'm thinking, I got this, I can do this! I ponder for a minute. Is this how Rocky felt running the steps in Philly? If not, I am sure is pretty close.

Getting Stronger.....Aaaaaahhhhh

EuroKnow

The time is quickly ticking bye (get it, bye...) and I will be leaving Nashville in just 10 short days.
But today... I picked up my Euros!! They actually came in a day early. Can I just say... I am so glad that I waited to cash in my dollars! The dollar, as we all know, has been weak, and not traded well; so I decided to wait. It is good to know people who watch the market and I appreciate those folks around me! I got a call Tuesday morning from my buddy Coby, "Heh if you haven't done so, the dollar has been up so today is a good day as any to get your money!"

There really is no rhythm to it, but the best advice I would give; if hoping to get a few bucks (assuming the Europeans call them bucks) before you head over is to go through your bank and NOT the airport!! The airport charged $1.65/euro and my bank only a $1.53! On top of that the airport also had some additional fees of $3.00 up to the first $250.00 and then 15% of the total over $250.00. Now I don't know about you, but this made little sense to me. So I just went through my bank and was able to get more euros for my dollars!

I was excited to open the envelope at the bank, since I haven't seen the euro up close and personal. Here are some observations about my new currency that I thought are pretty cool. It looks like play money, but I am sure they say the same thing about the dollar.
It is primarily imprinted on one side and they use pictures of buildings, as opposed to dead presidents. Like the dollar, there is an invisible imprint that you can see if you hold it up to the light. It is of the building! Each bill has its own color making it very festive (in my opinion). One final observation, as the bill amount gets larger, the bill size also gets larger! Now I really like this idea, makes it easy when shopping; at least this is my hypothesis. Oh, but I just thought, the 5 is about the same size a Monopoly money, so this could be lost too! I am going to have to come up with some sort of system... At this point, I don't have any of the coins, but I will add a shot when I pick up a few.

This weekend plans to be a busy one of saying good-byes. My dinner club and I are hiking on Saturday morning, followed by brunch. This was Laresha's idea! She knows how I like to be out and active and so does she; love this!! Sunday is the luncheon Marcia has planned at Amerigo's. I am excited to see everyone. I promise to have my camera and add some additional shots soon after.

Oh, and yes, I am still packing! I pick up my U-Haul next week Friday.

Every Where I'm Going to Be!!

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?!?

MY VISA is here. It came today in the Express Envelope I left behind. I mean, I know they said 1-3 weeks, but you know... "Fly like an eagle!"

So here is a brief description of the content, it is like a little sticker, that is sealed in place! (I wouldn't dare scan it!): It says Visto (Visa) at the top. It lists several things, including: the country it is valid for, Italia, my time of arrival and departure, down to the day, which Consulate issued it, and on what day it was issued, my passport number; and of course my name and picture. So let's do some math... I met with them on the 23rd, it was issued on the 31st and I got it today!! Now this is bureaucracy at its finest...

Here are pictures of some of the places I plan to visit while studying in Florence (London (we will visit here as a field trip), Paris (my 1/2 sister and I are spending New Years here), and Greece (I plan to go for fall break, it is too close and too beautiful not to see). These obviously are not through my lens, but you get the idea...



So here are the next steps with my new friend, Visto...

I have to send several items to the school (ITALY LOCATION) before I arrive. They want to be able to have these copies to start the Permesso di Soggiorno (Permit to Stay) and make the process easier for everyone involved, especially the student. **Most IMPORTANT** is the official stamp from the Italian Consulate on the Italian Enrollment Letter!

I'll be sending this off next week, along with my absentee voting forms (Thanks Lori for your help with this.) I would be remiss if I did not Rock the Vote. Ooohh, stay tuned for posts on how Europe is viewing the election!!

Ciao...

Moving Around Motown

Buon Giorno Familia~

I am recently back from my overnight to the Italian Consulate in the big D! Detroit that is... I will warn you in advance, this is a rather lengthy post, but entertaining... PLUS there is soup at the end!

I went this past Tuesday (7.22) only to do a quick turn around and come back on Wednesday night. Here is the funny thing, It almost felt like a little vacation, not having to be at the house, steadily packing. UGH... Plus my friend Eric, you'll see him in the updated pictures to the right, was such a help!! He was my own personal tour guide and chauffeur. Friends, don't let friends, get lost in a strange city, you know... oh, or eat at chains, only local spots where you can see Canada from your table!

I couldn't sleep the night before, I headed to Detroit... I was so anxious, and kept thinking, "I don't want to miss my plane." "I hope I have everything."Did I put the extra envelopes in?" I was up early that morning and my plane didn't even leave until 10. When I got to the airport I just passed right through security and began the wait. My nerves were getting the best of me, so I would get up walk a bit, sit, listen to my iPod, get back up walk you know the drill. So when I finally boarded the plane, before we even got in the air, I was asleep! I guess the restless night, caught up with me. I did; however, manage to get some beautiful shots of the cumulus clouds as we sailed above them.

So let me fast forward to the good part! The morning came for me to visit the consulate. I was up at 6:30am, having the breakfast of champions (Cheerios with a banana). I just started to ponder and during my morning devotion, I tried my best to continue in my prayers. Asking God to show favor with the people, wanting things to go smoothly, etc. But on this occasion, on this very special morning, that I have been waiting for and planning for, all I could do is offer thanks to the Father. I was a bit emotional... No surprise to some of you. A tear here and there would trickle down my cheek and I would just say and sing, "Bless the Lord, oh my soul and all that is within me, bless His holy name. He has done great things Hallelujah." I couldn't help but think of my grandfather at this moment. One, because he loved that song, but also because I wish he could be here to share in this excitement. I understand, now more then before, what the author meant in Romans 8:28.

Eric dropped me off at the BUHL building at 8:30, you know I am all about being on time. Turns out the Italian Consulate is an office building inside of this larger building on the 18th floor. It reminded me a bit of the Chrysler building in NYC, especially with the architectural detailing. (I did get a few distinct shots, after my visit upstairs, only before I was castigated by security. Apparently, you can't take pictures in this building, some Post 9-11 rule. Oops, my bad!) Since I was way early, security turned me away, he let me know, "They don't get there until 9, so I may want to come back closer to time." Waiting in the Starbucks next door, I had a green tea latte and spent some time people watching.

Of course I was fly, in my black suit, leopard print shoes, and large red bag. Bella Donna. I purposefully took it up a notch. Simply because I didn't know what to expect and I had read in my Living, Studying, and Working in Italy book they take pride in a polished appearance, all the way down to the cell phone. Of course I had to do my part!

I head back and sign in at 9:07 at the main desk, then I ride up to the 18th floor and sign in again with Mr. Willie Thomas. He was the sweet security guard who took the shots of me outside of the consulate. (Apparently they didn't tell him the rule.) I told him I was going to add him to my blog! He just laughed and said, "OK." And then proceeded to spell his name for me, I guess he wanted to be sure I got it correct. LOL! After signing in with Mr. Thomas, he said, "You may now enter." I was shocked when I walked in and saw 5 other people already ahead of me, at that moment I just knew this was going to take a minute!

I sign in on the clip board and have a seat. The room, which I do not have pictures of, was a small exterior waiting room; filled with couches, chairs, pictures of Italy and a locked door that allowed you to enter into the main quarters. The best way to describe it is, somewhat similar to what you experience at the doctor's office. They had a glass wall of windows, like at the bank, or Harold's Fried Chicken in Chicago. You speak through the grated hole and pass the documents under the glass, but you don't get any chicken in return. You just get the Consulate Nazi. My dear friends, YOU KNOW I LOVE SEINFELD, watch the reruns often and find a reference in life just about everyday. Well, this day was no different. I promise to explain!

The first four people were all together. Husbands and Wives who were seeking dual citizenship. They were speaking Italian. I could understand what the Consulate Nazi was saying initially, but the husband, I had no clue. It really was another language, like Memphis, you know. (No offense to my peeps from Memphis, but we all saw "Hustle and Flow.") Anyway, one of the applicants finally asked to speak in English. She began telling the Consulate Nazi how they had been there a year ago and unable to complete the process and were turned away. I thought OMG! A year ago!! Well, turns out they were still missing their money and like I told you all earlier, they do not take checks! So why did these folks think they could just up and write one?!?! So they had to leave and go get their funds.

At this point, the woman behind the glass belts, "Student Visa?" That is me, but the Asian guy to my left hops up. "Who was first?!?," she asks. I point to him, he points to himself, she looks irritated. The best way I can describe it. At this point ladies and gentleman, you will see why I have dubbed her the Consulate Nazi (For the non Seinfeld folks, it was originally the Soup Nazi, and if you didn't have your order, your money, or both ready and together, you were dismissed with the retort. "NO SOUP FOR YOU!" I promise you need to You Tube the entire episode! or you can click the link NO SOUP FOR YOU for a "taste").

This poor man, who mind you has a very thick Asian accent and the Consulate Nazi, who obviously has a very thick Italian accent, begin to communicate with regards to his items. (If you recall, you must bring originals and copies and what you bring also depends on what type of Visa you are applying for.) She begins to ask him for his copies, he is trying to give her the originals, this goes on for about 2-3 exchanges. She turns to me, "Do you have your copies?", I nod and say, "yes." I am literally shaking, because she is pretty scary folks! The Consulate Nazi asks him, "Why do you want to come into the country?" He explains, "For the conference." (From this I gather it is possibly a work visa, since he is presenting at this conference.) "Do you have your papers in order?," continues the Consulate Nazi. He attempts to slide everything under the glass. "No! She exclaims, I can not open this for you. You must open. I do not have time to do this for you! Have you seen my desk?! (I am watching their exchange like a ping pong match.) Did you not read the Internet? You are supposed to have two piles your originals and your copies! Do you understand?" As she is saying this, she is also adding the hand gestures of making the separate piles and here it comes. "YOU move out of the way! Come back with your things in order. NEXT! Student Visa?" Oh... that is me!!

I hop up to the window. Instantly she compliments me on my big red bag. She says, "ooohhh I love your bag." "Thank you," I respond. (Ladies we all know, just add shoes, bags, and stir and I promise the conversation will take a life of its own. And if martini's are a part of the picture, come back in an hour!) I begin pulling my items out of the bag. Envelope 1 is filled with the originals, Envelope 2 is filled with the copies, the other stuff in my bag includes: Envelope 3 my copies, and miscellaneous envelopes that have just in case items. Just in case they want additional proof or questions, I can pull it out. I am ready! The Consulate Nazi also sees that I am ready. And she gladly points this out to the Asian man, "See, she has her originals, she has her copies. She read the Internet!" She quickly flips through the papers and comes across my transcripts, my OFFICIAL transcripts. Well, we all know a transcript is not official unless it is sealed with the stamps and signatures etc. She says, "Oh... no, I can not open this, you must open it." Uh-oh... is she going to give me the boot. I quickly open it, explaining to her why it was closed, how the request for an official transcript and what makes this official. She didn't seemed to worried about it. She flips through all of the originals. Then she requests the copies. I have them clipped and ready to go, she says, "Leave them clipped, I can take it just like this. Bene, Bene." She retorts as she continues to flip. She then begins to ask a few questions...

"Oh... so you are going for school." "Yes mam, I am going to study Art and Interior Design!" I exclaim. She then asks, "Are you excited?" I reply, "VERY, words can not express..." She then warns... "You better be careful. You have a pretty smile, the Italian men will love that smile." (May I insert a wandering thought here... THOUGHT: Now I have heard this and had friends and former colleagues warn me about this. I even read a few things on line, but all from an AMERICAN perspective. And each time I thought nothing about it. But, now, that a REAL Italian woman, one who is from Italy, and has lived there has shared this warning, I am starting to pay a bit more close attention!) I chuckle and respond, "Well, will see." She finishes going through all of the papers, takes my passport (they take the passport to place the Visa inside of it, most likely it will be electronic) and says, "Very good... you will have it before you leave."

Now, I already told you how she was a bit snippy, but I didn't know if she meant, before I leave the country or the office for the day. And I didn't want to ask... So I sat down for a minute and pulled out my papers from the school and the Internet, making sure I had covered everything. I find one thing, specific stamp I need to request, should I go back? Well, the Consulate Nazi had gone back to assisting the Asian gentleman, God bless him, and her twin sister, Consulate Nazi II comes to the window, asking to assist me. Well, Consulate Nazi steps in and says, "What's wrong?" I go to the window, showing her the paper from the school. She says, "NO, you will not get it today, see, this is why you give me the envelope, I will mail to you." Well, before her head starts to spin, I just say, "OK," apologize for the misunderstanding and leave. I leave my poor Asian friend, still working with her.

Well, it took me longer to wait for my turn then to have them flip through my items. Go figure! After waiting for Eric to come and pick me up, we went for lunch and he dropped me at the airport that night. Back to the Humid Zone...

So Now What...

1. I had two moving sales this month. Those pictures are in the new set too. I am so thankful to all the friends who came to help me out!

2. I only have the dresser and chest of drawers to sell and the love seat. So if you know anyone.

3.Don't you know I heard from a friend and former colleague about a place I could have gone to in Franklin, TN!!! After all this! Oh, well... it is about the experience. Plus, I wouldn't have met the Consulate Nazi.

4. I am packing, packing, and um let me see... PACKING! My poor momma. I sure hope her basement can hold everything. And did I mention she was taking Essence for me while I am away. Please start praying now, for both of them.

5. I have also rented a U-Haul truck and I have several clothes boxes that I ordered from theme. They are very sturdy!!

6. I found a small group of people who meet weekly to practice speaking Italian! I found them on Craig's List, and hope to start this week.

7. Finally, my friend Marcia is planning a going away party for me and my friend Stephanie the after party. Uh-oh, now where are my dancing shoes. Did I pack those already? Well, I KNOW not these, they are $1, 100.00!!! Yes, for a pair of shoes, but they are Manolos...

I Hope That is NOT The China!

Greetings Family~

Wow. Have you ever seen that commercial or the circus act where the guy is spinning the plates on top of a thin pole. The pole is all wobbly and he is trying to ensure the plate maintains enough speed and enough balance so they don't drop, only to add another one; while keeping the first one going. Well, yeah, that is how my life has been for the past 2 weeks! I don't totally feel like I will be able to pull down a few plates until August 1; at least that is the date I am shooting for.

PLATE 1: I go to visit the consulate in, Detroit next Wednesday. I believe I explained how the Visa applications must be made in person, AND that it is regional. Well, if you live in TN and want to go to Italy, you must go to Detroit to get permesso di soggiorno (permit to stay). It should be fun, that is what I am saying and I am sticking to it! I just finished copying everything and now have to just organize three little packets. One of originals, one of copies for them, and one of copies for me. You would not believe the list of items needed to get into this country (passport, passport pictures, letters of acceptance from the school, insurance, bank statements, school transcripts, copies of degrees etc. etc. etc.)!?!? I promise, I have wondered several times if people have to go through all of this to get in the USA (that is legally of course).

PLATE 2: I have been having several moving sales. Trying to get rid of several items. I just don't want to pack it and move it! It is so funny, because as I look at all of this stuff, I keep thinking, where did this all come from!? Have these vases been multiplying secretly in the cabinets. When was the last time I wore that? Did I ever where that? Why did I start this craft? Please someone buy this armoire and NO, that is not for sale! I am having yet another sale this Saturday. After that, I am giving it to Good Will, I'll just take the tax right off.

PLATE 3: Packing and Moving. It is so funny, we get so excited to find a new place or visit an old one. And then we actually have to pack everything. I reserved the U-Haul today and I keep stopping by the liquor store for boxes! Again, my house looks like it literally exploded. And mind you I haven't even pulled everything out., but I have started packing. Once my living room is clear, that will HELP A LOT!

PLATE 4: Trying to maintain some since of normalcy is the final plate. Well, I know there are more, but no need going into all that. This includes, laundry, which just keeps adding up and never ends. I still have to wash towels. Working out, I found a great swim class at the Y! I have been riding my bike to save on gas, and I have a sprint triathlon next week. Helping at church, that old over achiever coming back to haunt me. Catching up and saying good bye to friends... (This is my dinner club to the left, celebrating 2 years of dining together this past June; we're having Italian tonight!) Coffee, Lunch, Dinner, Linner (a little Seinfeld humor). But now, I think I need a nap. That is a definite benefit of not working!!

Zzzzz u later....

My Last Day...1 Week Later

Well, today marks 1 week since I have been complete with my time and season at Hunters Bend and WCS. I originally intended to post last Monday, on my last day, but I didn't. I postponed my thoughts, simply because I didn't know what to say. I assure you it was NOT one of the issues of "Mom's Rules" and nothing nice to say, I just was simply speechless and when it was all said and done a bit numb.

The day started like any other. Got up and went for a run, I did 4 miles and just felt good and strong, followed with a little yoga to stretch it out and Here is a cute picture of my last day fit, trying to go for the Italianesque feeling...

Some final principal duties of course had to be addressed. Including a PTO meeting, changing of the guard and all, taking payroll to central office, and several teachers and families coming by to say a final farewell. Of course, wouldn't you know, on my last day, I end up working late! I was there until about 6:30 finishing class placements, checklists, notes for some, and downloading my files, etc. So much to the point I missed my CAD class, but trust me there are no tears on that one!

If I can capture my final thoughts...

I walked towards the door grabbing my bag and preparing to turn out the light and it hit me. This was the last time I was going to turn out the light, this is the last time I am walking out the door, and not coming back "tomorrow." This was the moment that had taken six years to build to and seemed like forever since May 1st. Had it really arrived?

The keys are sitting on the desk for Mike, the new principal. When I leave, I am really gone. Whoa... see, numb! I paused just outside of my office threshold and offered a prayer to God, simply thanking him for the opportunity and the ones to come. No tears, just that glossy look, you know; the one if you blink too hard they will start to fall. Then I flounced on to the exit door. From my car I took one final reflective look, an exhale and got in my car to pull away. I still have a thankful heart and pretty much still speechless; in spite of what's listed above.

1919

Ciao Familia~
Well, I wish I had better news to share, but unfortunately there has been a bit of a snag last week with the final paperwork needed for the VISA. Here is the short version...

Around the 13th I had problems with the US government. Not like I was a spy or anything. Like most folks, I applied for financial aid. But I got an email from the Feds (not really the feds, but the US DEPT of Ed, which in a sense are the Feds), saying they couldn't process it. My SS# was found, but my name, and birth date didn't match. Talk about a scare of identity theft! Because of this, SACI couldn't create my student aid report (SAR) which is what I need to take with me to Detroit, to show the Italian Consulate that I won't be a burden on the country, etc. It is just a web, dominoes... Each step is contingent on the last step. So although I have my stuff together, this snafu, effects everything else.

So I started researching and pretty much used all last week to call and visit and pray. This was pretty frustrating, because like any major organization filled with bureaucracy no one talks to anyone else! Turns out the name and SS# were correct, but my birth year was listed as 1919!! In addition, out the 4 groups I was working with (SACI, FAFSA, NSLDS, TN DOE,etc.) only one group had it incorrect, but that effected everyone else. So after multiple calls, emails, faxes, pin number changes, they finally got the correct year. The ironic piece, I started with calling folks in TN, who sent me around the world, LITERALLY, just to come back to TN to get it fixed who had to also call someone in FL.

So now that it is correct... I am waiting for the school to complete there part and send me the final paperwork. I have to call the school on Tues, because my contact is out today. The real crazy part, I am speaking to one person in NY and the other in Florence. I can kind of laugh about it, but not really, I will laugh after I get back from Detroit! Maybe...

HERE ARE THE NEXT STEPS...
1. I plan to go to Detroit toward the end of July. So this is more like a back step or would that be a sidestep?
2. On Saturday, my dinner club is having a garage sale. So I plan on putting several items in that!
3. Some good news, speaking of selling. I sold my piano! This is a blessing, it is too much and too hard to try to move, so I am glad it has found a new home.
4. My last day with the county is quickly approaching. I have so much to do, so I am ready for the last day. I have pretty much cleaned out my office, I have about one more small load. There was actually less then I realized, once I started recycling!!

CHECK!

Good Evening Family...

Well, it looks like I am being "Chatty Kathy" this week. But so much has been going on and I don't want you to miss a minute. So here goes...

1. I received my health insurance info yesterday. I know you may be thinking... and, but this is major! I have to have coverage and proof of such when I go to apply for the Educational Visa. And beleive it or not, Italy is pretty picky and only wants a specific kind. So CHECK! Got it..

2. My new school, has decided I would be a better candidate for the Post-Bac as opposed to the year-abroad program. My choices are Art, Art History, or Art Restoration. So I decided to go with Art, with a focus on Drawing, which will help me with interior design! I had to submit my art portfolio (The shot on this page is an example of what I included) of 15 pieces and course choices. My final paperwork should arrive early next week. The called to confirm today... CHECK!

3. The furniture is slowly moving. Although I still have SEVERAL things to share with the good people of Craig's List... Looks like I have sold the bed and both night stands. So Semi-Check!

I am getting excited and a little sad. I will be leaving Nashvegas around August 26th and in just 12 short weeks I will be in another country! I feel so mixed with emotions like a Lemon Drop totally shaken! It is going to be a busy time... CHECK!