Posts Tagged ‘living in Italy’
Posted in Culture, Italian Culture, Italians, Italy, Living abroad, Living in Italy, Orvieto, Orvieto Italy, Travel, Travel to Italy, Umbria, writing, tagged 31 Days of Orvieto, it's never too late, Italy travel, living in Italy, living the dream, Orvieto on August 6, 2015| 4 Comments »
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
Posted in Americans Abroad, Expat in Italy, Italy, Living in Italy, Orvieto, Travel, Umbria, tagged Bangkok, expat in Italy, italian news, italian teacher, JFK, living in Italy, Orvietini, Orvieto on December 6, 2012| 9 Comments »
This is an actual email I received this morning from a friend:
Lots of rain here.
My roof is leaking.
Just got in from my second trip to JFK in a week.
I spent a week in Bangkok last month.
Tell me all about your new life.
6 December, 2012
We had a flood here four weeks ago. Bad.
I sit in my office a lot in front of my computer.
I drink too many cappuccinos.
I ran into my ex the other day. Awkward.
Haven’t eaten any pasta yet.
Only ate one gelato.
Eva is a great Italian teacher.
Had to substitute her for the Italian news online.
I changed my cellular provider without help.
It took two attempts.
It rained yesterday.
Supermarket is closed on Wednesdays.
I ate cereal for dinner.
The Mayor says I belong in a category called “Orvietini”
I like it.
Posted in Expat in Italy, Living in Italy, Orvieto, Travel, tagged dark heart of italy, Eat Pray Love, italian passport, La Dolce Vita, living in Italy, travel, Under the Tuscan Sun on April 30, 2012| 12 Comments »
I have an Italian passport, a codice fiscale and my city library card. I received the “friend-of-a-friend” discount on my Roman root canal and get the locals’ price for my morning caffe latte. I’ve accumulated two tablecloths, four plug adapters, six wooden hangers, a set of espresso cups, a milk foamer, a bathmat and a thicker skin.
Going back and forth, arriving and departing, being here and then there makes my head spin! My months in Italy have passed at lightening speed; the countdown has begun and the melancholy is setting in. There is just over one week until I must return to my American “base camp”. I get confused about which place I can call home: San Francisco or Orvieto?
I’m often asked if I am living la dolce vita? Stereotypes and dopey clichés are the stuff of Hollywood films, tour companies and real estate agencies – images perpetuated to sell the fantasy. No, I don’t live either Under the Tuscan Sun or in The Dark Heart of Italy. Honestly, this kooky existence, even with its sometimes harsh reality, beats the Eat, Pray, Love version of romanticized Italy, hands down.
The other day I overheard one women whisper to another as they passed me on the street, “There’s that americana”. It sent me flashing back to my preteen, middle school days for a moment and then, suddenly, a satisfied smile came over my face because being the topic of town gossip, I decided, is much preferable to being invisible.
I know that I am still an outsider looking in, an invested observer circling around the perimeter of Italian life. I quite like the view from over here…for now. Sometimes you have to let things unfold at their own pace and in their own time. I’d rather stay in Italy, but I must go back. I cling to the hope that one day il destino will throw me the proverbial bone and I won’t have to leave. Until that time comes, I will make like a bad penny and just keep turning up!
“Orvieto Sunset” and the other images of Italy were contributed by Patrick Delaney, a fellow expat from Dublin, Ireland in the process of building a house in nearby Montecchio. Umbria. Patrick, an architect, has been painting in oils for ten years. He believes good paintings are about light and shade and atmosphere. His favorite artist is Caravaggio – he only wishes he could paint like him. (But mind you, he gets into as much trouble!) For more information about Patrick’s work, you can contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.