One Month Later - Life in Italy Through My iPhone

We're settled into our new home, though things aren't as organized as I thought they would be.I love Italy. It is absolutely amazing here.Spring is doing it's magic and the world around is coming into bloom in bright greens and many trees are in bloom, which doesn't help my allergies, but I don't mind.Here's a look into what's been up with me via my iPhone (let me not get into how horrid my cellular service is here).     

Venice in the rain...

Last weekend we planned on going to Venice. We awoke early and just kept getting delayed. The biggest delay coming from our youngest son who got car sick a block away from the train station. We returned home of course and cleaned him up. We then had some lunch and meandered around our TLF for a bit. Around three o'clock we ventured out again. We drove around familiarizing ourselves with the area some more, we visited a local grocery store (our first time) where I found the most delicious cookies, and then got back into our rental car and just drove around some more. When we found ourselves in the exact spot where Evan had thrown up all over the place-thus halting our trip. My husband turned to me and said, "You're gonna see Venice today." He then turned his head and said, "Boys, I promised your mom I'd take her to Venice, and we're going."

I was less than compliant because it was already so late in the day nearly five by then and the forecast called for rain in Venice that evening. Not to mention my "maybe all of these hiccups today mean we're not supposed to go" argument.  But my protests fell on deaf ears and before I knew it we were all aboard a train to Venice. The city I'd dreamed of. The city I longed to see for so very long.

We arrived at twilight as a light rain began to fall.My husband snapped as many photos as he could before night fall.I was simply trying to soak it all in. Even as the rain began it's more persistent fall that would last through out the night.We walked around for a few hours and when the kids began to complain a little too loudly we stopped in a cafe for pizza. After which we ventured out into the wet cold night, which in a city like Venice, made it much more ethereal to me despite the bustling of people. We ventured into the maze of buildings, following the echoing of church bells, found our way out and treated our boys to gelato.We all ended up with soaking wet shoes save for my husband who'd worn his waterproof hiking boots. We were cold and chilled to the bone, but still we were in Venice and knew she would be but a train ride away.Love & Seeing Venice in the Rain,nicoleSave

Italy and the Squat Toilet

Just over a week ago on one of our first outings exploring our new Italian home I encountered the "squatty-potty". It was at a local restaurant where we were having dinner. The very description of it sounded completely alien to my ears. "A toilet, that's basically a whole in the ground." I imagined a dirt floor and a hole. I was a little unnerved and so had to go and take a peek at the time even tough there was no real "need".I'd heard about horrible public restrooms in places like China, but never in Europe. The only thing I'd heard was that one had to pay to use them here-which I've as yet, not encountered.

When the "squat-toilet" was being explained to me I was told that for "numero uno" you should face the back and for "numero due" you should face the front. When I got in there that made no sense to me. My advice, should I ever need to share the mysteries of your public toilets to the unaware would be to roll up your pants at the ankles if you're wearing them and find any sort of moisture on the floor. Plant your feet firmly in the center, there are grooves there that will keep you from sliding. Pull down your pants and squat low. The squatting low is key to not getting dripped on. The first time I used one I easily went into my softball catcher's squat and it worked great. So far I've been lucky in that all of the public restrooms I've encountered have been clean. Even the one on the train to Venice was not horrible. Though there was no soap, there was paper and luckily I always have hand sanitizer in my purse. I am a former Girl Scout after all Italia.Since my first encounter with your squatty-potty, I find myself acting like a four year old when it comes to your toilets. I’m curious, and feel more than a little compelled to go in and have a look around. A novelty I'm sure will wear off eventually.On my way to the toilette I secretly guess what sort of commode I’ll encounter. Either way you’ve usually decided that squatting is the best way to go about a public restroom since most of your more standard toilets don't have a seat on them. Which leaves me no place to lay my delicate derriere should I so wish; and lets face it, I never really wished to in the States, so why would I here? A fact I’m very glad for now because my disdain for sitting in public has led me to develop excellent squatting capabilities which I was forced began to hone during my freshman year at college. My dorm had a common bathroom on our floor, so I squatted a lot that year perfecting my "technique".Flushing is another matter I find rather confusing. All of your toilets seem to have a different flushing mechanism. It's taken me a few moments sometimes to figure them out. Also, if there's a basket in there I should put my paper in it. Shouldn't I? I suppose doing so is way better than finding out too late a toilet doesn't flush too well.I'd also like to comment on the closeness of the male and female restrooms. I understand space is limited here. I get that. I also understand that most of your buildings were born before indoor plumbing. I will just need a little time to get used to having the men pee at such a close proximity. In one instance the men's stall was right next to mine in the same room. I thankfully had only ventured in to take my son to use the facilities. I can't tell you how quickly I high-tailed myself out of there. Call me a prude American if you wish Italia, but this girl like's her privacy when toileting. Also, why do you leave your doors to your restrooms open? I don't want people (I mean random men) to see me washing my hands, or adjusting my smeared mascara at the mirror. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to that. But I'll keep you posted should I begin to. Promise.I was still very surprised to discover a toilet in the floor. I mean what if I had to sit? Like what if I couldn't stand? What would I do?I still haven't answered that question, as none of the toilets I've visited aside from those on base have a disabled stall. Which led me to pay attention at other public places. For instance at the train station where I had to climb down and then back up a ton of stairs. I spied no elevators at any of the three train stations I've visited so far. Which gives me pause to wonder what does one do when one can not walk on their own here? I'm still investigating that, but if you could help me figure it out without having to ask a native I'd really appreciate it.I never imagined I'd write about toilets...Prego Italia for the experience and opportunity to ponder these differences in culture.  I'm embracing them. I really am, though I can't promise a bear hug in the toilette any time soon!

Life in Italy - The First Week

Our first week in Italy is coming to a close and I think we're all finally getting adjusted to the time change. My son Michael began school here today and we may have found a home and a car to purchase.

I've got so much I want to share. From our exhausting trip over, to all the little things I'm experiencing.  I've got to tell you about the food. The public toilets and even little things I've done that seriously, could only happen to me. I've got notes, and I plan to share them all. For now, I thought I'd share some photos from our first week. It hasn't been all briefings and sleep deprivation.

Ciao,

nicole

Hangin Out With Some Swans

The other day I paid a visit to Lake Mirror in Lakeland, Florida and hung out for a bit with some swans.Needless to say I had an amazing experience!I love swans! They are my absolute favorite bird!

South Korean Vintage Shop

Last week my husband did a bit of exploring somewhere in South Korea and he captured this scene in front of a vintage shop he came across.I of course asked if he went in and he said, "I can't go into places like that with out you."Translation, "Um, no. There was an electronics store around the corner."I think it's absolutely lovely and doesn't it look like it could be in any old American town? That is what I think is so intriguing about this photo. We're all really not that different after all. Especially with the sign out front that reads "Vintage & Espresso Bar". Too cute.love & pretty shops,nicōle

Venice Dreamlike

Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go. ~Truman Capote

I've always been intrigued by Venice. As a little girl I would dream about sitting on a terrace overlooking a canal, and all the mysteries that floated on it's watery streets.

A few weeks ago I dreamed I was moving to Italy.

I dream very rarely-a side effect of insomnia. When I do dream, I take notice, because in the past my dreams have been prophetic.

hint. hint. hint.

love & gondolas,

nicōle

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