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Perfectly warm, sunny weather; crystal-clear blue skies with not a cloud in sight; fighter pilots creating sonic booms in shiny blue and gold jets above the Golden Gate Bridge…It’s Fleet Week, baby!

I think the Blue Angels are the rock stars of the skies.  That navy pilot who flew the United Airlines jumbo jet at a dangerously low altitude over the San Francisco Bay has nerves of steel.  

If the Blue Angels soaring into the wild blue yonder at the speed of sound doesn’t make you jump up and down and squeal like a little girl, then there’s something seriously wrong with you!  Good day. Sunshine. Jets.

 

by Toni DeBella

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60 days, 8 weeks, 1440 hours, 86,400 minutes and 5,184,000 seconds…

Everyday I obsessively enter my impending departure date into a duration calculator, but strangely the “days remaining until I arrive in Italy” number never seems to decrease. Time is not just dragging, it has come to a screeching halt and I’ve begun to wonder if my new life in Orvieto will ever begin? I fear I could be trapped in some kind of weird vortex or bizarre Italian space-time continuum!

Harry’s touching sentiment in the film, When Harry Met Sally echoes my own:

“…when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone (or, in my case, somewhere), you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

Unfortunately like a pot, a watched country never boils.

by Toni DeBella

 

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There is a mind-set you adopt when you are about to move far, far away.  You become a short-timer; drawing an arbitrary line in the sand – a sort of invisible cut-off date after which you won’t be forming any new relationships.  Now when I meet someone I’m tempted to say, “Hi, my name is Toni and you can’t get attached to me.”  I’ve put into place a “friend moratorium” because I just can’t like any more people – it hurts too much to leave them.

A perfect example is Reggie. I met her just under the wire at a Starbucks on Union Street about a month ago.  She is hysterically funny, super-smart and very cool. Now I am going to miss her, damn it! 

When it Rains, it Pours…

Wouldn’t you know it?  The other day on the ferry a handsome man smiled at me PAST THE DEADLINE!  

I was thinking…perhaps some rules are meant to be broken?

by Toni DeBella

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Leaving San Francisco isn’t going to be easy.  I love this city and will miss everything about it.  I remember the first day I moved here.  I stepped out onto the stoop of my apartment building, looked around and decided there was nowhere in the world I would rather be…then I found Orvieto. Italy.  In the next three months I am going to enjoy every single minute of my life here, appreciate all the things San Francisco and Marin County have to offer, and say good-bye with no regrets…

….Goodbye deYoung Museum.

August 4, 2012: Jean Paul Gaultier at the deYoung Museum, Golden Gate Park

I exited the Jean Paul Gaultier Exhibition at the DeYoung Museum today flabbergasted.   I am shattered by Gaultier’s genius.  I’ve never seen clothes so beautiful, expressions so unfiltered, gowns so outrageously sublime, outfits so over-the-top delightful.   Each one was lovely and funny and smart and more incredible than the next.  His masterpieces are astonishing.  I wonder if Jean Paul Gaultier knows how brilliant he is?  I think so.

Tartan Man

 

Madonna and his iconic bustier

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It’s already bad enough that I have to be so far away from Italy right now, but on top of that, I’m completely tortured by the separation from the food in her restaurants!

San Francisco is a big, big foodie city known for its fine, cutting-edge dining, exquisite winemaking, and a strong, Italian-American heritage.  Whenever possible, I eat in Italian restaurants but honestly, lately there seems to be something missing.  The Olive Garden just isn’t cutting it for me any more.

Dining in Italy is the sum of its parts; a package deal where food and wine don’t tell the whole story – relationship, personal connection and graciousness are also part of the equation.  When I am in San Francisco it’s not so surprising then, that the places I feel the most comfortable and want to frequent are those owned, operated and staffed by native Italians. Ristorante Ideale in North Beach is one of my favorites. (Read 7 Tastes of Italy).  Owner and Chef Maurizio Bruschi creates a scene that makes the walk through his door, a walk into Rome. 

…and then there was dinner last evening at Ristobar in the Marina District.  The food was amazing in taste and presentation, but the icing on the cake was a personal visit to the table from the new Chef de Cuisine, Michele Belotti from Bergamo – young, talented and an artist with food.  I was transported again…this time just a little farther to the north.

Ristorante Ideale: http://www.idealerestaurant.com/; 1315 Grant Ave, SF 94133 (415)391-4129

Ristobar: http://www.ristobarsf.com/; 300 Chestnut Street, SF 94123; (415) 923-6464 

by Toni DeBella 

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LOOKING FOR WORK IN ITALY:

Background and Education:

University Bachelor of Science Degree in Human Performance (Physical Education – don’t get any funny ideas), Graduate Degree from School of Hard Knocks.

 

Prior Work Experience:

Freelance Legal/Executive Administrative Assistant (yeah, Secretary), Single Mom (yes, it’s a “real” job), Mural/Faux Finishing business owner since 1991, Government Affairs Regulatory Assistant (really), Commercial/Television Actress (yes, really).

 

Recent Work Experience:

Blogger, Freelance Travel Writer, Copywriter, Editor (knows the difference between favorite and favourite), TEFL Certified English Teacher (who isn’t?), Personal Assistant, Olive Oil Sales Rep, Relocation Coordinator, Vacation Concierge, Video Travel Host, and International Pet Escort.

 

Hobbies and Interests:

Italy.  Available Immediately.

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It was July of 1988, and in commemoration of the birth of my son, I planted a small fuchsia Bougainvillea in a planter just under our front window.  The vine was scrawny and spindly, and the few flowers it had fell off, leaving only a sad green twig in the ground.  I was so worried that this Bougainvillea would be too weak to make it through the winter.  Shortly thereafter we relocated across town, leaving the Bougainvillea behind to fend for itself.

Last week, on my way to meet a friend for lunch, I unexpectedly found myself walking in the old neighborhood and came upon our flat on Green Street.  I was surprised to see that the exterior of the apartment hadn’t really changed all that much over the years… except for one thing…the luscious, huge Bougainvillea climbing up the side of the building!  Amazingly, almost a quarter of a century later, this plant not only survived, it flourished! 

Today marks the anniversary of the day, twenty-four years ago, when my son came into the world and when that little twig of a Bougainvillea took root and started to grow.  1988: It was a very good year for little boys and Bougainvillea.

 Auguri, Andrew Quincy Todd!

by Toni DeBella

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 …is the battle cry of Italians everywhere.  

I used to love American baseball, but I’ve changed alliances.  I’ve been told that if you live in Italy, you’d better like soccer.  

I watched Thursday’s European championship semi-finals along with a contingency of German and Italian expats in a café in Sausalito.  When Italy won I felt a warm, tingling feeling inside.  I think it was pride.

Tomorrow is the meeting with destiny and Spain….

Forza Azzurri!

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Dictionary.com defines writer’s block as follows:

“a usually temporary condition in which a writer finds it impossible to proceed with the writing of a novel, play, or other work.”

Bingo!

Now that I have a diagnosis and understand the symptoms, I’m ready to find a cure.

This paralyzing syndrome, as I discovered, is quite common among those who write on a regular basis.  There are, naturally, different schools of thought on what brings about writer’s block in the first place.  The most common notion seems to be that writer’s block is a vicious cycle generated from a fear that your work might not be good enough, followed by anxiety, which in turn stops the flow of your creative juices.  Some feel it could also be caused by a lack of inspiration, while others think it happens as a result of the deficiency of interesting material.

Writer’s block steps heavily on your creativity hose, thereby preventing ideas and coherent thoughts from making it onto the page.  An acute ailment, this disorder must be eradicated before it becomes a chronic condition.  I am determined to snuff-out this insidious and confidence-blowing virus once and for all.

Below are suggestions and advice I’ve compiled from people in the know who’ve had writer’s block and found ways to overcome it.  Here they are, from 1 to 10, in no particular order of importance:

#1   Take a break – walk away from the project and do something fun.

#2   Sit down and type ten of the worst pages of you’ve ever  written.

#3   Turn off your computer screen and write as fast as you can. Edit later.

#4   Give your ideas time to gestate – write about a lot of different things.

#5   Seek therapy.

#6   Make a schedule and stick to it. Write everyday.

#7   Eat chocolate and make yourself a nice cup of tea.

#8   Have a change of scenery.

#9   Be authentic in your writing: if it’s not working it may be a “lie”. 

#10  Return to Italy immediately for inspiration!

Thanks to fellow expat writers Debbie Oakes, Barbara Zaragoza, Giuliana Sica, Rhonda Walker, Mark Leslie and Lisa Chiodo for their contributions to this post – I couldn’t have done it without you.  “Write on”!

by Toni DeBella

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Friends come in all shapes and sizes.  Some live around the corner, some across an ocean. Sometimes your buddy-o-meter goes off and you get a certain vibe about someone that defies proximity – a unique kindred-connection that isn’t a function of time or space.

She was the very first person to read and comment on this blog just over a year ago.  We became Facebook friends. She had an irreverent sense of humor, coincidently also has a son named Andrew, and loves Italy. She’s a fantastic cook; I’m a fantastic eater. We say things like “Ciao cugina” (Hi cousin) and banter on the computer like childhood friends.

We finally had our first meeting in North Beach last night. Dinner, chit-chatting (we even let her husband get a word in edgewise from time to time). We shared chilled shot glasses of her homemade Lemoncello and the waiters joined us for an after dinner toast. How did I think the evening went? Let’s just say a visit with me in Orvieto is in the works.

I never expected this blog to be such a portal for funneling wonderful and dynamic people into my life. I’ve been fortunate to have a network of warm and supportive cohorts, introduced to me through this medium.  They consist of a mixture of “real-time” and “web-based” friends, but friends nontheless. Among the Hall of Famers: a very “accommodating” family of five; a gal destined for Umbria; a mad renovating mommy; a floating foodie, a lake dweller, a stage fright-prone rock star; and a Chianti-drinking-but-not-while-driving adventurer.

That little “Like” button has “virtually” changed my life.

Check them out: 

The Beehive Hotel & Cafe and Cross-Pollinate

Renovating Italy

Living & Working a Dream Life in Europe

Destination Umbria

An Italophile

Follow Your Nose

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