Celebrate Good Times!

We are alive and well in Italy, as this amazing little picture proves, although the last few days have been overwhelming and I hardly know where to begin..so beware: this is a long post!  Well, most of the hullabaloo was centered around the fact that we are back again in Firenze, and also that it was my birthday on the 25th.  I basically had 3 parties in 2 days...so we're still somewhat recovering from the eventful weekend.

Our first few days here were spent mostly lounging around, sleeping when we felt like it, and getting adjusted to being back in Italy.  Thursday I took Ava on a nice long (yet still kinda chilly) walk to her school to see how long it will take by foot.  Last time we were here, I walked her in a stroller the 1 mile to school and 1 mile back again cause her little legs couldn't make the journey!  But now, another year older, we were able to make the trip in 40 minutes roundtrip!  Today we took Francesco's old bikes to the shop to be cleaned up, and to add a child's seat on the back of one...so this way we can make the trip even shorter once I feel confident riding the bike down our tiny (but very busy) road to school.   

Friday was my actual birthday, and thankfully our jet-lag had worn off, so we woke up at a normal 8:30am local time.  Ava and I promptly dressed and headed down the road to find some bus tickets to buy.  We found a small tabacchi (kind of like a convenience store) and I was proud to get what we needed, all in my very simple Italian!  The shop owner even gave Ava a piece of "schiaciattina" (salty bread) for free, which I find is a very common occurance here, and which Ava loves!  We boarded the bus and headed to Piazza San Marco, bundled up cause it's still only in the mid-40s here.  In the sunshine it is lovely, but in the "center" (as they call downtown) it's much colder among the old stone buildings and narrow streets. 

First we headed to Piazza Repubblica where they have Ava's favorite merry-go-round and enjoyed two rides together.  Then we walked over to my favorite panini stand called "I Due Fratellini" (the two brothers) that is quite literally a hole-in-the-wall, only big enough for 2 men to work side-by-side making simple sandwiches.  Thankfully we were there before the lunch rush, so we grabbed our mozzarella e prosciutto panini and walked to Piazza Signoria to sit and watch the tourists while we ate.  Ava made some great observations regarding the many naked statues in the loggia, and I had the opportunity to tell her again the popular Bible story as we sat viewing the famous sculpture of David. 

After this I knew her little legs were starting to get tired, so we headed back towards the Duomo when she asked to go inside.  I actually think it was colder inside the church, but Ava had never seen the amazing paintings inside Brunelleschi's incredible cupola (the actual dome).  Upon leaving the church a few minutes later, we randomly found a few friends and stopped to chat a bit.  This is something I love about Firenze..it can seem like a big city, but you are still able to bump into friends randomly!  Ava was really getting sleepy, so we headed to an American pastry shop in search of some brownies to take home (hey, it was my birthday, right?)  Taking the bus ride home was warm and quick, and soon we were making my favorite birthday cake that I had brought from the States...chocolate with lemon frosting (and Ava added the gummy alligators for some extra yummyness!)

That night I had a lovely dinner party with some of my closest friends, and with the addition of some new friends, the evening was enchanting!  A mixture of Italian and English floated around the table while wine flowed and food was happily consumed!  As is typical in my Italian home, music soon began to play, and Ava and I danced of course!  I couldn't have asked for a better Birthday to share with so many special places and people!

Ups and Downs

After being here a couple of days I am reminded that life in Italy is incredible, but no where close to being perfect as some might imagine!  Just as some idealize 'Il Bel Paese' (the beautiful country) others criticize it's current state of affairs (pun intended...anyone heard of Ruby lately?).  Today was such a day of ups and downs, as I'm sure the rest of our stay will continue in such a manner. 

It started on a negative note: mostly because of my lack of sleep.  Everyone else in the house was sleeping soundly while I was wide awake from 4 to 8am.  Once I finally fell asleep, an hour later I was awoken by jackhammer sounds.  No, it wasn't Ava snoring...I really think it was a jackhammer in the apartment next to our house.  At least they waited until 9am, but still...not the most pleasant way to be awoken after sleeping only 4 hours! The construction continued all morning, and it was actually a welcome excuse to go to the supermercato to buy some food.  This is saying A LOT, especially for me to WANT to go to an Italian supermarket, seeing as I usually have to mentally prepare myself for the upcoming chaos I know I will confront!

Well, this morning we hit the jackpot in the supermarket in more than one way.  First, it wasn't super crowded or noisy, and any pushy clientel and curt check-out ladies seemed to be missing today.  It was actually somewhat pleasant to hear Michael Buble crooning overhead while we decided what to cook for my birthday dinner!  On top of that, joy of all joys, I found peanut butter for the first time in an Esselunga!  The times are changing people!  Not only that, but I also found real, honest to goodness tortillas in the next aisle!  I was about to go into food shopping shock.  Then, to top it all off...just to make my negative feelings towards supermercatos flip into bliss, the check-out lady was actually smiling and laughing and joking with Ava!  Ahhh..I honestly thought I was nearing Nirvana.

A typical pasta aisle in Esselunga..a place close to Heaven, in my opinion

But the high couldn't last for long.  We arrived home and I realized Ava's bedroom was directly below all the jackhammering that was happening next door.  And her ceiling isn't made of plaster, but wooden beams that must be at least 600 years old, with bits of mud apparently holding it together.  There was dust and dirt ALL over her room.  Every nook and cranny was covered, as if Mt. Vesuvius personally erupted just in her room.  Awesome.  I started to clean it up after lunch, only to realize the construction would commence and more dust would cover her room.  I had to wait till 5pm when the workers left and it took almost 2 hours to get the dust contained and out of Ava's room so she could sleep without suffocating on ash all night!

How I felt after cleaning up all that dust!

Well, life in Italy can be wonderful, exciting, beautiful and I'm sure I will have so many wonderful moments here with Ava!  But it also has it's drawbacks, difficulties and distruptions, just like any other place in the world!  

Playing in Sunshine

We are here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Three in Italy has officially started again, and below is a pictorial representation offered by Ava with three flowers she picked in honor of the reunion!

Once we recover from the jet-lag and 10 hour time difference, I promise to write some more!  For now, I can say we are so happy to be back in Italy, enjoying some sunshine and temperatures that are actually above freezing!!  Spring is certainly just around the corner in Italy.  Today while Francesco was playing tennis, I took Ava to a park so she could get some wiggles out, and hopefully get to bed at a decent time!  Here's to hoping there won't be many more days of falling asleep at 9pm, waking up at 4am, falling back asleep at 5am, and sleeping until 10am!  A presto, amici!

Resting in Rain

Wow...just 3 days until we will be back in Firenze!  Can I just say I'm excited, thrilled, ecstatic, tickled, and enchanted to be flying back?  Ok...I said it.  But I'm also trying to conserve a bit of the delight so that we can rest up for the next week which will be crrrrazy.  We flew into Seattle this past Monday and spent the day with my sister and her kiddos.  How strange it is to be out of the Alaskan snow, and back into traffic jams!  So it's here Ava and I have been resting in the rain, watching movies, chillin out for the last few days in the States, enjoying all the joys that the 'lower 48' offers us.  We're also saying last goodbyes to our friends in the Pacific Northwest, getting to spend a little time with our favorite girl from Oregon, and heading up to Seattle to make some good memories together!   

new Kitty rain gear!

Sunday we depart for the non-stop 10 hour flight over to Paris, then we'll hop down to Firenze where the jetlag and 9 hour time adjustment will commence! I already know our first week back in Italy will be a busy but very fun one!  Besides the task of unpacking and settling in the first few days, we'll have a dinner party, lunch with my adopted Italian 'family', and my birthday party with dancing, music, and lots of fun!  Then, on top of the plans we've already made, I just realized there will be a Dance Fair in Firenze the first weekend we're around!  It's 4 days of workshops, performances and auditions for all kinds of dance in Italy...you can check it all out here!   Seriously, could a girl like me ask for anything more?  It makes one just want to faint with elation!  So I better go rest a little bit more before I overexert myself from the anticipation of it all...

A presto, Firenze!

Soon I'll be taking in this view, listening to these familiar sounds, feeling that I've come home again!

Look Both Ways

In about two weeks I'll be turning 26.  Growing up in a big family, us kids were only allowed BIG birthday parties (with all the crazy decorations, friends, games, party favors, etc.) when we each turned 6 and 16.  Funny enough, I vivdly remember my 6th birthday just because of this!  Then when I was 16 I wasn't much of a social butterfly and decided to forego all the hullabuloo and just had some church family over to celebrate.

Favorite pic of my 6th birthday, huggin my dad!



20th Birthday in Italia

This year is going to be totally different.  It will be the second time that I'm having a birthday party in Italy...and for me, that's a big deal!  I'm already having fun planning the party I'll be having there, making it a big celebration.  Kind of fitting with the every 10 year big blowout theme my parents started, huh?  Though, with all the silliness, I have to stop and reflect a little bit..after all, it's supposed to be "Another year older, another year wiser"...right?

I took this picture on my 20th birthday in London. I was living in Italy for the first time, and decided to take a weekend trip to England to celebrate my birthday with a few of my roommates. I loved the excitement of going to a city I dreamed of seeing most of my life! Maybe I watched too many Shakespearean plays when I was a teenager, or maybe it's some of my British blood vying for attention, but I love pretty much everything about the British culture. The wry humor, the varied accents, the Royal family. Smashing! When I was celebrating my ascent into my 20s, I was living so completely in the moment, convinced that weekend I would find a strapping British man who would insist that we marry immediately and soon have little babies running around the countryside yelling "Mummy! Mummy! Is it time for tea??" Uh...yeah...that was the kind of happy dream I had for the future! Hard to believe it didn't turn out that way, huh?

I  found the photo in London rather fitting for where I seem to be standing yet again in life.  It seems to be directing me to be conscious and  aware of the varied directions in life, while still living in the moment.  There's no problem lookin to the left and taking a glance at the past.  No big deal if I want to look right and consider my options for the future.  Sure, looking both ways has benefits and helps protect me from repeating mistakes or leaping into things too quickly.  But it's also really important to be standing in the present, aware of what I'm doing right now before I cross into the madness of the busy traffic I could call Life.   

Too Late to Apologize?

I had a revelation today.  And dear lord, please don't think it was inspired at all by Bieber's movie "Never Say Never".  The fact that I now know who this kid is, and the fact that he's made a movie with such a title, is evidence enough that I've been watching too much TV lately.  That disclaimer out of the way, I really should never say never again.  You know what happens when I say it?  Scary enough "never" actually happens to me!!  Just a few examples:  I said multiple times throughout my early adulthood "I'm never moving back in with my parents!"  and Life says WRONG!  "I'm never going to have kids!"  GUESS AGAIN!  "I'll never move to Alaska!"  MWAHAHA (evil laugh)!!  Whenever I think of the most appalling, ridiculous, undesirable thing that I would not want in my life, ooooooooh yes...it comes into my reality.  I have plenty other instances of these things happening...so you would think I would have learned the lesson by now! 

Me, learning my lesson?

On a more serious note, my revelation today was this: when I make these outrageous claims, I inevitably end up offending people who actually enjoy and love the things I am rebelling against.  I love my parents, and as difficult as it is to gain independence and have to move back in with them, it's not the end of the world.  It's always been a blessing to have a home where I can return.  Not everyone is given that blessing.  And I wouldn't have been able to survive many, many life situations without moving back in with my parents (several times!!).  Just like my idea of having children drastically changed the minute I found out I was going to be a mother!  I thought I'd be losing my self identity, that I'd constantly be plagued by another person's wants and needs 24/7 and my life would be over.  Obviously, for anyone who knows me, or has read this blog, my tune has changed and Ava is the love of my life. 

After our first week getting to know eachother

As for moving to Alaska, it's been a strange period in my life, but a necessary one.  I've done some Alaska-bashing that wasn't really directed towards anyone or anything, but just spurred on by my own uncontentedness.  I could blame it on the 24-hour daylight, or 24-hour darkness.  Or the snow that started in October and the -40 temperatures.  These weren't my real reasons for unhappiness when I first came here.  Yet I now can see that many good things have come from moving here, and I've slowly grown to love some incredible people here.  Finding new people to love (and who love me and Ava) will always be at the top of my favorite things in life!  There are friends I made here who I will never forget, and if I never came to Alaska, they'd be lost to me in the universe.  How sad to think of that possiblity!

Ava was even more sad when I made her wear these bunny ears!

So, should we forget about One Republic's beautiful song that says "It's too late to apologiiiiiiiize"?  Now that I really think about it, it's honestly never too late to apologize.  Even if the other party has long forgotten the issue, isn't an apology really for both people?  So...I'm looking these "nevers" right in the eye and I'm saying I'm really sorry.  I've been close-minded and felt too sure of all the things that I didn't want in my life, that I've almost missed out on the things I really needed in my life.  I'm sorry that I tend to think I know what's best for myself, as my confidence and independent nature swell up.  The truth is I'm really just a girl trying to figure stuff out.  And all I can do is try to never say never again...

Finding Her Way

"She wasn't where she had been.  She wasn't where she was going... but she was on her way."