OK, so my niece, Brook, is living in Italy. She is amazing at writing emails that really give us a good idea of what life is like there for her. She has coined several phrases while there, like "inch of coffee" as that is all you can get at one time, LOL. I will let you discover some of the others. I am going to post a few gems from her last email. This girl really needs to write a blog!!
Greetings from Hotter than HECK Italy!! Wowsa is it hot!! How these
people do it in summertime is beyond me..I've been informed that our
little summer town swells 3 times it's size when it's summertime and
when September hits all of these people will GO HOME!! A girl can only
dream..Just to put things in perspective, off peak season it takes me 15
minutes to drive my hubby to work, today it took me an hour to get there and another hour to get home. As I
sat in traffic getting more and more angry at the scooters (who always
have the right of way) are whizzing past me with people holding such things
as, GMA, flotation devices (blown up to full capacity)and little kids and you should see when a whole family gets on one! They turn 2
lane roads (country roads mind you) into 4 lanes with the scooters and
other
vehicles that just get behind the scooters
and follow them through the lights. The cops are just sitting at the side
street cafe's drinking their inches of coffee and just laughing at the whole
mess. I also sat their thinking that this crazy driving is nothing new
to them, they are used to it and no one really gets angry at those who skip in line. I know if we were in America road rage would be in
full effect and someone would have gotten shot or at LEAST a finger
gesture would have been offered!! I also found out that Mario Andretti
who drives the formula one car for Italy is really just a guy from Italy who drives like the rest of them because they all drive like him !!
Well, this past Monday I dragged my
girlfriend Deanna shopping with me and I see
this junk store just begging to be pillaged!! Of course Deanna, like
any good friend says "I'm staying in the car while you try to talk to
them that way SOMEONE can identify who killed you by trying this stupid
stunt" ..I wasn't deterred, that dilapidated building with it's huge
fence around it and overgrown tree's wouldn't stop me from seeing the
goodies on the inside!! So once I passed the hookers, yes I said
hookers..lol..I parked the car in the dirt, left Miss Pris in the car
and made my way up to the gate where I promptly forgot all of the
Italian I know and just went with the yellow lab language!! which is composed of me just waving and smiling and looking stupid
while yelling Americano, hellllooooooooooo!!! not knowing what the other was
saying, Finally the only Italian that came to mind was DEMIJOHN??? and
he said yes and pulled a small one down wrapped in a perfect little
basket, Then I asked, quanta costa (very pleased with myself that i
remember that!!) of course he came back with at least 4 sentences, so i
just handed him a pen and a piece of paper and he wrote the price down
..I remembered from watching American Pickers your suppose to buy
something to "break the ice" so i agreed and he let me look through the
rest of his little treasure chest!! He had some of the nicest things but
I had to go so I think I told him I would be back?? and he kindly
walked me to the gate and showed me the buzzer for next
time!!ahahahahaha..Deanne become upset when she saw what I got but was
insistent we come back when the car wasn't loaded down and She must have
felt like they weren't going to kill us. If I keep remembering the
little things like this when I'm sitting in traffic then it makes living
here so much more enjoyable! It really is a nice place but it seems
that all the good stuff is hidden behind overgrown trees and fences,
Lydia my next door neighbor is in the middle of painting one of our
demijohns and I had asked her to paint the coliseum so far it looks
wonderful. She is also going
to paint some other scenes on other demijohns for me. Ciao for now!
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