THE SAGA CONTINUES… (Read Vicolo Wars here).
Since declaring war in my little alley things have gone from bad to worse.
Remember the plants that I couldn’t water when motorcycles were parked underneath the windowsill? Not a problem any longer – my flowers pots disappeared one by one by one…
Rough Translation: “For the person who stole my vase of flowers. Shame!”
When the cold winter weather arrived the scooters moved out and the dog walkers moved in…
Rough Translation: “Someone lives on this vicolo. It’s not a bathroom for your dogs.”
**(Note: Sign disappeared 5 minutes after I posted it).
Oh, how I miss the days when young girls only sat on the stoop and smoked. Now drunk teenagers scream and barf on my doorstep at 2:30 a.m. leaving broken beer bottles to step on in the morning. I admit it was sort of amusing listening through the door as a group of confused offenders discussed the sign. I think the sarcasm might have gone over their inebriated little heads…
Rough Translation: “To be young is a beautiful thing. Please be young somewhere else.”
Vicolo War is hell.
by Toni DeBella
Oh no – what a disaster! Perhaps you should leave a note saying if your dog pees here I will follow you and come and pee on your steps.
For the youth – throw water on them perhaps?
Ingrid. I know, it’s crazy. But I wish it were just pee…..enough said. The kids – put the carabinieri phone number on my cell. Let’s see if that impresses them…City living. Hugs. toni
But not what you’d expect in a smaller town – Rome perhaps – stay strong!
Oh no, there are Ugly Italians?! If anyone can figure out a way to deter them, you can!
Wish you luck…how’s things otherwise?
Love, Paula S
Hey Paula, you know me…always gotta be in the center of the action! I was thinking of putting up a lemonade stand and make some money on the foot traffic….I’m great. How are you? Sorry I couldn’t get to Marin in January. xxxoooo. t
It is very sad for me to read that after you worked so hard to follow your Italian dream, you are having these issues. Have you considered asking any of your Italian friends what they would do? It seems like trying to reason with them and leaving sarcastic signs is lost on them. What would an Italian do???
Hi Angela. Oh, I didn’t mean to alarm you. I’m fine. Kids will be kids. I’m very happy living in Italy and taking it all in stride. I just like writing signs for my own amusement. Thanks for caring and don’t worry – I got this! Hugs. t
Good, Toni…I am happy to hear that it hasn’t tarnished your dream!!
I think they are out to get you now from all your notes..I think it may be best to ignore them? really too bad you have to go through all this ..sorry for you!!!
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Hi Margaret! Oh, don’t worry about me – my post was a little tongue-in-cheek. I am not feeling paranoid…yet. LOL. Hugs. t
O Toni…. all part of life’s rich tapestry. Mi dispiace tanto…. pero’ so quanto sei forte e quindi ce la farai!!! Keep us posted…I know you will. Maybe that old trick of playing loud classical music will be enough to drive the young offenders elsewhere??? But we are talking about Italy here. It seems to work very well here. Purtroppo ;-( Un abbraccio forte cara. In bocca al lupo! xxx
O janine, you know me…never deterred from living the good life. I am going to purchase a folding table and chairs and on hot summer nights, I’m thinking…if I can’t beat ’em, join ’em. xxxo.t
Quite right. Brava Toni! Exactly the approach…. Hey, maybe if you started leaving them little tokens of your gratitude for their thoughtful visits to your doorstep??? Easter’s round the corner… perfect, no? xx
My comment is just a concern about what has happened to this blog since there has been nothing since March. Is Toni ill or away, or what? Or has my subscription mistakenly been deleted? I enjoy it very much.
Hi Kathy, Oh my gosh, how nice of you to say you miss me…No, I’m not away, but helping a friend organize her daughter’s big destination wedding here in Orvieto happening next weekend. I am working on a post but I can’t seem to finish it because I am buried underneath a pile of airport transfer schedules and hotel reservation changes. O Dio! I hope to be back in the saddle, blogging away in July. Thanks for thinking of me…and reminding me to get back to what I love to do most – write! Hugs and kisses. Toni
Are you in a position (physically) to throw a bucket of water (or better, the contents of a chamber pot) on the heads of these cretins? If so, I think you’d be well within your rights!!
Ah, Tiffany, if only…..
Hey Tif! No, unfortunately I don’t have a window above the street (I’m on the ground floor) so I’d have to open my glass-paneled door to through the water at them. Not sure it’s such a good idea to anger drunk teenage boys! Isn’t there a famous saying, “Those who live in houses with glass-doors shouldn’t throw water?” ;). Hugs. t
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