Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Micah's 10!


My nephew, Micah, is now 10 years old. Is this really possible?

Being an aunt is one of the greatest things ever. I will never forget how Micah would run to me as a toddler, laughing and smiling, as I called out his name. I will never forget holding him in the hospital after he was just born and being so overwhelmed with emotion. I love the joy the fills up in my heart at the thought of getting to see both of my nephews when I am sitting on the airplane or in the car knowing that after our long separation, we will be together again. And I hate the feeling of saying "good-bye" to them when I get back in that car or on that airplane because I know that I will miss them so much.
It's hard to believe that 10 years have passed and even harder to think about him being 20 in 10 more years. One of the greatest ups of the past 10 years has been having the privilege of being an aunt. Happy Birthday, Micah!

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Nonna Jole



My husband's grandmother, Jole, turned 80 yesterday. We have been lucky to have her as our guest for the past month. She has given us a hand with the kids and with the cooking (she is an excellent cook), and I have gotten a chance to really get to know her better and hear the wonderful stories of her very interesting life.

Jole is one of seven children. With her mother being widowed at a young age, the kids were sent to work when they were really little to support the family. Jole began working for a wig maker and went collecting people's hair that they wished to sell for cash. She learned how to make wigs and style hair, and this led her to a very full and interesting career in the Italian (really international) film industry as a hair designer. She has seen the lows of a country at war and the highs of the best era of Italian cinema (which sadly has never come back to life).

In the picture you see above, she is with all of her great grandchildren. Because I don't have any grandparents that are still alive, I really treasure the time that we have all had with her.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Dio La Benedica





Phoebe is now two months old (deep sigh). The time with her seems to be passing much faster than it did with Henry...perhaps because she is a calmer baby; perhaps because with two, I haven't had so much time to just sit and stare at her.

Phoebe, as you can probably tell from the pictures, is a chunk. It's funny because here in small-town Italy, it's really considered super fantastic if babies are fat. I cannot walk ten steps without someone coming up to me and grabbing a roll of fat on her arm and leg and saying, "Dio la benedica" (God bless her). Then they ask me, "Latte suo?" (Your milk?) and when I say that it's all from me, they exclaim "Oh! Signora!", and then seem like they get teary from the emotion. It's almost as if I have reached the level of respect that the Virgin Mary gets in this very Catholic country.

What's kind of sad is that with Henry, I did everything the same. I nursed him. He was not a small baby, but he was not fat either. Nobody ever said "Dio lo benedica" or praised me for my milk capacity. I feel kind of sorry for him...also because everybody praises me and Phoebe right in front of him. Let's just say it doesn't really help with the issues of jealousy for the new addition to the family.

Since I am nursing yet again, I would like to announce the return of nursing poetry. It's not the work of Keats or Dickenson, but hopefully it will bring a few smiles.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

Me and Henry




Now that I am starting to get the hang of having two little ones around, I had some time to sit down with Henry at our new computer and play with the "Photo Booth" application. Our time together was short, but we had fun.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Meet Phoebe

Here's my new little pride and joy, Phoebe Susan Torresi, born June 4, 2008 weighing 3.85 kg (8 lbs. 5 oz.). All's busy but well.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Ode to Rosa

Several weeks ago, we picked up a lady hitchhiking to get to the next town. As unsafe as this practice may seem to those reading in the good ole' USA, it is not uncommon and not usually risky to do so here. Bus service between towns is rather infrequent; so, if you miss your bus you may end up having to wait 2-3 hours just to go a few miles away.

This particular Sunday afternoon, there was a lady with incredibly wiry brownish gray hair looking for a ride. We stopped. My mom, who had just arrived from the US, turned around to look at me as if Raoul and I were crazy. I assured her that everything would be fine. The woman got into the car on the backseat with me and Henry between us. She wanted to go to Carbongnano; we were only going to Caprarola (about 5 miles from our town), but it would still be a step closer to home, and she accepted and smiled. She had no front teeth, neither on top or bottom.

There are many times when you pick up somebody that there is just a peaceful silence that fills the car, but with our new friend, this was not the case. She began to say that her town, Carbognano, was much better than Caprarola because there were less "extracommunitarie" there. "Extracommunitarie" is the Italian word referring to anybody who does not come from a country pertaining to the European Union; the 'e' ending on this word means females not coming from the EU, a group to which I belong. Now, many people do not even think of Americans as "extracommunitari"; we are too rich of a nation. What is usually being referred to when somebody uses this word with such a derogatory tone is somebody coming from Eastern Europe, Asia, or Africa. Since many people confuse my appearance with that of an Eastern European, I felt that I needed to start speaking with a strong American accent to save myself from being killed and so that my poor child sitting between us would not be the victim of her flying hands becoming incredibly lively in the conversation. As the story unfolded, we discovered that our poor car-mate had been left by her husband for a Moroccan lady that was hired to help out in her house. Before that he was having an affair with a Romanian girl. All happened a short time ago, and she was still moving all of her things to her new home in the extracommunitarie-free town.

After spilling out the story of her past, she began to talk about her future. She felt that eventually she would find love again, this time with a man who is "buono". I was really taken by her optimism. As we drove into Caprarola, she asked to be left on the corner of the main street and said that she would try to then find another ride from there. She gave me a hug, wished me luck, and said her name was Rosa.

Rosa has stuck in my mind ever since. We drove to Caprarola again this evening, and I searched for her alongside the road. I wish her a lot of luck in her pursuit of finding love again and starting her life over... and hope that her teeth (or lack of them) won't get in the way.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

So Very Ready

After the pain I went through in labor the first time around with Henry, I really cannot believe that I am putting the following phrase into writing: I am ready to get this baby out of me.
My blogger friends, I am huge. As I walk down the street, people look at me in amazement. I continue to get comments like, "Are you sure there's only one baby in there?", and then I get paranoid and have bad dreams of giving birth to 20 little hidden babies that never showed up on the ultrasounds. Notice this girl in the picture looking at me as I walk past her. Imagine getting that look more than 20 times per day.

And here I am from the side, eating a gelato. Yes, I realize that I have exceeded my kilo allowance for this pregnancy and the gelato isn't helping my size, but it's Italy and it's spring; so I am going to eat and enjoy my gelato!

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Ahhh Spring

Today in Italy we are celebrating Mayday. It is perhaps one of my favorite days because, after Mayday, you rarely have a return of the cold, winter weather which I dislike so much. Almost everybody is outside having picnics, and the traditional snack is fava beans with pecorino cheese. With the memory of the film, "Silence of the Lambs", I remember that it was kind of difficult for me to eat fava beans on my first Italian Mayday six years ago. That compounded with the fact that I was told that some people are very allergic to fava beans and as soon as they eat one may die. So, I took a little nibble hoping that my throat would not swell up and that I could get Hannibal Lecter out of my head. I have actually become quite fond of the Italian Mayday tradition even though this year I can't eat the fava beans (there's risk that the baby could be allergic) and am technically on bed rest so I can't go to the park. Still the weather's beautiful, the windows are open, the trees and flowers are blooming...I love spring!

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Revisiting the Christmas Holidays


I started a blog entry at the end of the Christmas holidays but never had a chance to finish it. Since we have another holiday this week, April 25th, I thought now would be a good time to describe how the Christmas holidays are celebrated in Italy.
Christmas Eve and Christmas Day: Christmas Eve is only the beginning of the gastronomical pleasure/torture that will follow over the next few days. On Christmas Eve, families/friends gather around 8:00 p.m. Tradition dictates that the meal should be without meat and is thus usually has a seafood theme. Mixed appetizers, pasta with clams, fried seafood mix, baked fish with potatoes, salad and a variety of vegetables made up this year's menu. It takes a while to get through all of this food. After dinner, out come the roasted chestnuts, Christmas cakes, cookies, and chocolate that you munch on throughout the evening while chatting and playing cards and bingo. Christmas presents are usually opened at midnight. Afterwards, the bingo continues until the early hours of the morning...
Christmas morning is usually spent waking up late, and then you have lunch: this time a variety of appetizers (cheese, fried veggies, salami, prosciutto, etc.), broth with tortellini, one other type of pasta (lasagna or ravioli), meat and a variety of vegetables, all followed by the Christmas cakes and more chocolate. If you can move after this afternoon, you are doing well.
It doesn't stop there: the 26th of December is also a holiday, St. Stephen's Day. Again, there is another huge lunch. This year, we celebrated with friends where we had a spinach and cheese appetizer, crepes with cheese and vegetables, polenta with sausage and tomato sauce, stuffed cabbage, tons of side dishes, more cakes and chocolate.
Then you have a few days to recover until December 31st and January 1st...
New Year's Eve: Yet again, there is a huge dinner. Everybody goes a little crazy with the fireworks.
New Year's Day: A huge lunch proceeded by a long nap while your body tries to process and deal with the incredible amount of calories consumed over the past week.
And if that isn't enough, there is still one more holiday left: The Epiphany "La Befana" on January 6th. Up until a few decades ago, Santa Claus was not the main figure of the Christmas holidays. In Italy it was the "Befana", a witch-looking woman who brings children stockings full of toys and candy (if they are good) or of coal and garlic (if they are bad).

A little Befana poetry:
(Italian)
La Befana vien di notte
con le scarpe tutte rotte
col vestito alla "romana"
viva viva la Befana !!

Porta cenere e carboni
ai bambini cattivoni
ai bambini belli e buoni
porta chicchi e tanti doni !

(English)
The Befana comes by night
With her shoes all tattered and torn
With a Roman-style dress
Long live the Befana !!

She brings ashes and coal
To bad children
To the nice, good child
She brings candy and many gifts!

Need I add that there is another big lunch on January 6th? And you also have all of the candy that the Befana left to munch on.

Sunday, April 13, 2008


HELP!!! RONCIGLIONE IS BEING INVADED BY NAKED PEOPLE WITH A LOT OF HAIR !!!

I was taking Henry out to the park the other day and ran across the entire display of naked people. It made me laugh.

As for everything else:
I have been put on bed rest because it seems that my little girl would like to make her debut a little too early. The good thing about this is that it has allowed me to officially go on maternity leave from work so I have a little more time for blogging. I still can't quite manage "complete rest" with a very active 19-month old boy around.




Today is the first of two days of elections here in Italy. From 2001 until 2006, the Prime Minister of Italy was Silvio Berlusconi (also the richest man in Italy). He was defeated in May 2006 by Romano Prodi. The Prodi government collapsed several months ago, and it was decided to have the elections again, reintroducing Silvio Berlusconi as the right-wing candidate and Walter Veltroni (the former mayor of Rome) as the left-wing candidate. Apart from looking like a walking and talking embalmed person, Berlusconi has some great (sarcastic tone) solutions to the problems of this country. One that I especially thought was intelligent was when a student was speaking to him about her financial difficulties, he advised her to marry a millionaire. And yet it looks like the Italian people may very well vote this guy back...at least Italy still has good food.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Going back on promises...

I am kind of feeling like a politician. I had promised to be a better blogger, and I have not followed through with my promise. I have several drafts of various entries from the past few months to finish up (one about the beloved Befana from January) that I will post in the next few days. For those of you who still come to my blog, thank you for doing so. I will try to be better about giving you something to read.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

TIP OF THE DAY


Never try to assemble anything large from IKEA with a 15-month old in your presence. As soon as I regain my sanity, I will elaborate.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Back Again

Yet again I have been a blogger failure. Life just keeps getting on top of me leaving me little time to do much of anything "extra" like blogging.
Here's a little bit of what's been going on recently:
1. Henry is officially walking, or should I say running, and is a master at destroying everything that I have just put in place. Answer to this problem: To save time and a lot of energy, I don't put anything away anymore until he goes to sleep (only to have it all thrown into a frenzy again when he wakes up), and my house is a disaster. But a happy disaster.
2. It has gotten really cold here. We have heating on one side of the house but not on the other. I called the plumber, and he said "maybe Tuesday. Call me after lunch on Monday". That means next Friday at the earliest in Ronciglionese, our town's dialect. Thankfully we have a fireplace on that side of the house and one electric heater.
3. Raoul's been working a lot, and I have so many translations to do that it's crazy.
4. I have spent the last 8 or so weeks feeling "under the weather" because.....I am pregnant! 12 weeks today. So if my life isn't chaotic enough now, it will be in 6 months!
I promise to be a better blogger...

Thursday, September 20, 2007

It's a long story

If you are wanting to know why I haven't blogged in such a long time, it's been for many reasons that I won't go over. Anyhow, I am back in blog world and will be blogging again more frequently.

Summer highlights:

1. Henry took his first steps. We celebrated his first birthday. Hard to believe..
2. Henry and I went home to Texas after stopping for a few days in Philadelphia. We had so much fun. It was nice to be back.
3. Raoul traveled by train from Venice to Beijing filming a documentary.

Now here we are almost at the end of September. Where is the time going?

Monday, June 18, 2007

Lago di Vico


This is Lago di Vico (Vico Lake). It's about 5 minutes from where I live.

The best restaurant

This place is yummy. I love sitting outside to eat, and with the great food and view of the lake...well, it just doesn't get much better.

Lago Man

This man is ALWAYS at the lake. I love his approach to life, as well as his year-round tan.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

My BIG Little Boy





Henry turned 9-months old yesterday...(Deep sigh). Here is a little about my little man:

1. He LOVES the dishwasher. When he hears me open it, he'll come crawling at 90 mph to be apart of emptying it or loading it.
2. He LOVES animals. Our cat, Peppino, is so patient with Henry, who loves to kiss him (unfortunately with his mouth open) and remove wads of his fur. Henry will go for any animal, pigeons included.
3. He has entered into a phase of being scared of things. He does not like people with sunglasses. He got scared yesterday of a picture of Saint Padre Pio that our vegetable grocer had on her wall. He does not like the vacuum cleaner and has begun to be scared of things that he used to love, including the "yup yup" alien/monster from Sesame Street.

4. He does not like riding in the car. If he is tired he'll sleep, and all's ok. If he's not, it will be a long ride.
5. Still no teeth.
6. Although he is so much better about eating solid foods, you usually have to sing to him for the last half of the meal to get him to eat everything.
7. High-pitched squeaks and squeals make him laugh.
8. He likes to be chased.
9. He has a temper.
10. If you make clicking noises with your tongue, he'll click his right back at you.

I love my little man!

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Ronciglione







I would like to introduce blogworld to our town: Ronciglione. It's located about 35 miles north of Rome and 15 miles south of Viterbo. There are approximately 8,000 people who live in Ronciglione. We're five minutes away from the lake, Lago Di Vico, and live on the main street of the historic city center. Because there is quite a lot to this little place, I will write on-going blogs about the different aspects of the town, making this only an introductory blog.

This area is most famous for its production of hazelnuts. In fact, it sells its hazelnuts to the world-famous chocolate manufacturers, Ferrero, famous for Ferrero Rocher chocolates and Nutella. For those of you who don't know Nutella, it's what I would call Italian peanut butter, except that it's a chocolate-hazelnut spread. You eat it on bread (no jelly...it's quite enough on its own). When I first tried Nutella, I liked it, but I wasn't just like, "Wow! That's the best thing I've ever eaten." But there is something strange about Nutella: once you start eating it, it's difficult to stop, and you don't know why exactly. Nutella is available in America, and I recommend buying a jar and trying it out. Spread it on a fresh baguette. Yummy.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Telecom Italia and the Other On-Going Telecommunication Nightmares

When my time has not been spent chasing Henry or working, it has been spent on the phone to this number, 187, customer service for Telecom Italia. Our phone company battles have quite a long history.
After Raoul and I first married, we decided that it was time to get Internet at home so that I could easily stay in touch with friends and family back in the U.S. In-home Internet had just become quite the thing here, and new telecommunications companies were coming up in droves to compete with the former monopoly of Telecom Italia. Raoul was quite happy to veer away from the Telecom giant, and we decided to try out a new company, Fastweb. Prices were quite steep at the time, but we happily signed at contract for 85 Euros (about $100) a month for free local calls and constant Internet access. After about a month, we received our modem, and we were happy. The first bills arrived and were in agreement with what we expected; however, they were not sending us a list of our charges, and we politely asked that they do so in the future. Shortly after, bills began arriving with hideous sums. 685 Euros (around $900), 435 Euros ($550), for two months of service and a few phone calls. We kept calling customer service and asking for them to send a list of the charges, and they asked us to send them, in writing, our request for the lists via registered mail. We did just that. We said we would not pay until we received the lists. We canceled our phone service with them, and 4 years later, we are still waiting. Every once in a while we get a phone call from a Fastweb lawyer saying we need to pay these fees. Our response: SEND US THE ITEMIZED LIST OF CHARGES, AND THEN WE WILL PAY.
Feeling discouraged with the little men, we decided to return to the big guys at Telecom Italia. Hence began my relationship with the operators at the number, 187. Our phone service was quickly activated, and a technician came out within two weeks of making the request to set up the Internet line. All we had to do was wait for the Telecom modem...and we waited about 7 months. Now, one would think that to make you wait 7 months for a modem that it would be some kind of special device, requiring a technician to install it with some really fancy tools. No. One evening right before supper, the doorbell rings, and it is a courier with a package. Inside, there is the modem with simple instructions for installing it yourself. When we began to start complaining about the long wait, he said "I don't work for Telecom Italia." I never really understood why we had to wait 7 months for a package to be sent from Milan to Rome...
Up until last July, everything worked very well with Telecom. Itemized bills came with the prices we expected; both phone and Internet worked well. Then I call 187 to say that we are moving. I would like the same phone and Internet service but in the new house. A simple request, I believe. All bills should be sent to the new address. They give me a new phone number because we are moving to a different city. I tell them that I want to keep the modem that I have because I don't want to wait 7 months for a new one. They say no problem. Simple. Technicians will be sent out to set up the phone and Internet lines. Great.
We get into the new house. The technicians came within a week. I even got a confirmation message of the appointment on my cell phone. "Wow!" I think. "Telecom has really got it together!" They came and said everything was fine, and that my new phone number would be activated by the end of the day. The end of the day came, and the phone line was dead. I call 187, listen to the music from "Austin Powers", and the operator tells me that there is some complication and that the next date the technicians can come is October 6th. That was the first week of August. When I asked why there was a problem and why it would take 2 months for them to come out they told me that they couldn't tell me. Hmmmm.....
October 4, 2006: My cell phone rings at 8:00 a.m. It's the Telecom technicians wanting to know if they can come. Wow! A whole two days early after waiting two months! Thank you, Telecom Italia! They came, and before leaving they said that the phone was activated and working. Internet? "Oh, you wanted Internet, too? You'll need to call 187 and set up another appointment." I was upset about that but so happy to have a working phone line! After dinner, the phone rings. "Maria?" "No, you must have the wrong number." "Sorry." The phone rings again. "Maria?" "No, Sir, this is the same number as you dialed before." "Sorry again." "No problem." The phone rings a third time, and I tell Raoul to answer and explain. He does so, and within another 10 seconds the phone rings yet again. "Is this 076162---?" Turns out our technician friends have hooked us up to the wrong line, taking away the phone line of our neighbor downstairs. Great. I call 187.
October 5, 2006: Technicians come back. The neighbor gets her phone line back, and we get ours, too. I ask about Internet. The line is set up, but we just have to wait for activation. "How long will it be?" "Call 187".
October 6th until beginning of November: I call 187 every day. Finally I get a phone call from somebody who doesn't work for Telecom Italia but is hired to handle their complaints. The day after, I had Internet. Don't know what he did, but I hit automatic redial to call and thank him. He seemd a little scared by the fact that somebody called to do so.
So now you would think that all would be fine. This post has gone on long enough.
Two weeks ago I picked up the phone to make a call, and there was a message saying that I could only call, you guessed it, 187. Actually, I had been calling them every three weeks because, since we have been in the new house, we have never once received a phone bill. There were "administrative problems", and they assured me that one would arrive shortly. Nothing. I called 187 again. They said that I had an overdue payment, and I responded by saying that I couldn't know this because I don't get their bills. They blamed it on another department, and I had to call back 187 and then dial 1. This department blamed it on the department that I had just spoken to. I said that I really didn't care whose fault it was and that I just wanted my bill with the itemized list of charges. From then on, every two months a man calls me, saying he's from Telecom Italia, and tells me that I need to pay X amount of money. I go to a place where they sell lottery tickets, give my phone number, and pay the amount that they tell me to pay. I keep telling him that I want my bills but to no avail. He called me three weeks ago and told me to pay, and I did so. Then a week later I had no phone line. Internet, yes. But no phone. When I called 187 they said that I had an outstanding payment from the beginning of 2007. I told them about the fact that I never received bills, of the Telecom man who calls me every once in a while (who had just called me but not said anything about this other payment), etc. They told me to go to the lottery shop and pay. I tried. But when I gave them my phone number and the amount I needed to pay there was a message saying that either the amount was incorrect or that the amount had been paid. I called 187 from my cell phone. The amount was correct. I decided to try another lotto shop. Same thing. And then I tried every lotto shop in the vicinity of St. Peters Cathedral in Rome. I called 187, and I had it out with them then and there, right in the middle of the lottery shop, the last one possible. I lost my cool. "I want to GIVE you money, not take away money from you, GIVE. You won't even make it easy for me to do that. I have always paid, and mind you, this is based on trusting the amount that you say I need to pay is correct because you never send me ANY bills. Please just let me GIVE you the money so that I can have my phone line back." By then, Henry had woken up in his stroller and started fussing, which helped my case because my phone line got turned back on several days later. BUT, I am still waiting for a bill....

Saturday, April 28, 2007

So...

I haven't blogged in a few days for quite a good reason: Henry started crawling and not slowly. Then he started pulling up to standing and falling a lot (we don't have carpeted floors, unfortunately). Now he's bear walking. So, apart from the fact that it also seems to be translation season, and I have been working more than ever, I am constantly chasing after my little baby gorilla. Raoul was gone all of this week so I have been alone in my chasing. Henry desperately missed his dad, and when I held the phone up to Henry to talk to Raoul, he looked very disconcerted, as if Raoul had been eaten by the telephone. He cried and cried. I think that I will have to buy a toy phone this week and work on this.

The good news of the week is that our little town got a new grocery store! Wow! It has a real parking lot! And it sells French's mustard!

I started another blog recently, nursingpoetry.blogspot.com, of the random thoughts that I have when I feed my baby, which I can't do anymore in front of the TV or while reading a book because he gets distracted. I promise that these thoughts are not brought about by any drug, just the good ol' hormone, prolactin.

Sunday, April 08, 2007


Henry's Hair
Since we had all of my husband's family over at Easter, I decided to try to make Henry's hair calmer than usual. This was the result.