Monday, August 15, 2011

SNIPPETS

My friend, Lynne, is quick to point out August is "the season"...for everything.  Many, many dinners with friends, bike rides (not me, other people), swimming, gardening, fishing (not me, other people), parties, festas, time to talk and become acquainted or reacquainted....Our summer has been no different....


"I thank thee moon, for shining now so bright;/
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,/
I trust to take of truest Thisby sight."
                                          (Midsummer)

The full moon's a-risin' over Le Marche...

there are times when my breath is literally sucked out of body when I turn around and see--
this!!  August 12, 2011.


 FAMILY TIME.....
                                                                              
2nd Cousin David, 3rd Cousin Flavio

Cousins Tina and Rino


We had the opportunity to spend time with our Roman family...fabulous food, lively conversation, multi-generational gatherings that warmed the cockles.

                                            
                                                          Cousin Clara celebrating her 80th birthday....
                                                     Oh that we all could look so good!!
ITALIAN FESTAS!!

We live in an agricultural area
and hay bales are an important industry
and art form!
we were transported to the Middle Ages for
the Quintana in Ascoli Piceno...this was
just the opening parade!!

Honestly, don't you want to take him home???
yep, he's got a lance in his hand...
for JOUSTING!
transported indeed....
FRIENDS:

Morning cappuccini
Gary, Bill, Bill, Chris, Mary
 How lucky were we this summer to have visitors from all over the world??  Our days were full of exploring the area, eating local food, drinking local wine, seeing spectacular art, appreciating the phenomenal area!  Mostly, it was a pleasure to share our part of the world with our friends!
 


Dennis and Kathy
on top of the world!


 



Scott, Germana,
Francesca, Filippo
breakfast on the
terrace! 


John and Angela,
our cohorts in culinary experiments!

Monday, July 25, 2011

I CADUTI

I Caduti means The Fallen
Here in Italy every town, every village, every burg, every city has a monument to their caduti, honoring those lost in wars.  The monuments are in the center of town, well-landscaped, mostly well-cared for, and works of art.  I've been taking photos of these monuments for 7 months now, and I wanted to share some of them with you.

They are a patriotic gesture that honors these young people and their families;  they are a daily nudge to REMEMBER--War has a price and makes an idelible mark.

This is my paean to The Fallen of Italy.

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Saturday, July 9, 2011

SOPHIA, BERLUSCONI, and ME

Italians love women.  Italian men, especially, love women--all women.  The whole world loves Italian women.  I mean, when a country produces the likes of Sophia Loren and my mother...what's not to love?

                                              
         Sophia to the left,
                Mom to the right!!








And then there's Berlusconi, who really loves women---young women, women he puts into Parliament.  Hmmmmm, and a nation follows him?   So, do you think the men of Italy think if they vote for him they'll be able to live like him???  (Secondo me, Mr. B has set women's rights back decades.)

I read recently that men in Italy can retire at 60, but women have to wait until 65.  I also heard that in our local hospital, the male doctors are called Dottore, while female doctors are called Signora

Italian men rarely help with the housework--it is considered beneath them.  So if the wife is working outside the home, she is still expected to take care of the house, the laundry, the cooking, the kids.  (My cousins Stefano and David are exceptions here.)  I have another cousin who, living alone and divorced, took his shirts to Mama to be washed and ironed every week.

And then there is the mammone phenomenon...grown, unmarried men who still live with Mama.  This is a national phenomenon--our friend, Scott, told of a recent incident when he went into an empty store and the proprietor, rather than helping Scott, made a call, "Mama, che fai per pranzo oggi?"  Mama, what are you making for lunch today?  Food and Mama, both high priorities!

So, we're living in a country where la bella figura dominates public perceptions---how one looks and acts in public, the figure one cuts, the clothes one wears, the way one comports him/herself.  We're living in a country where women are admired and appreciated physically--all women of all ages and sizes.  We're living in a country where women are still expected to fulfill the traditional roles while holding down a job.  We're living in a country where women have to fight for rights and recognition outside of the house and bedroom....

My Challenge:  find a way to remain strong and independent and outspoken and untrodden-upon (I think I made up that word) while maintaining good relations with the locals.

Sometimes I want to shout and stomp my feet to make myself heard, but, Pat, not much bella figura goin' on there.  So I've had to find a way to maintain my ways of thinking and advance my agendas while maintaining la bella figura and avoiding the "ugly American" label.  Patience is the key--something of which I have very little--slowly, pleasantly moving forward.  And, my husband/partner, who likes to do laundry and dishes, goes a long way towards ameliorating my irritation. 

I offer coffee and croissants, make lists, and think really hard about how to approach the plumber or mason or painter; Gary and I clarify our goals.  Then Gary makes the calls (Italian men are much better man-to-man), describes the problems to them,  supervises the jobs, and delivers the money when all is said and done.  I offer coffee and croissants, smile, translate when necessary, and make sure everything is what we want.  I'm playin' the system...have I sold out?  Sometimes I think so, but, if I can get the work done, my ideas across, save money, and maintain good relations, everybody wins. 

It's hard work curbing my tongue.  I have to constantly remember the goal:  Access, understand, assimilate the culture...LATER, I can change it.

I wonder, did Sophia sell out?  She used her beauty, magnetism, and sexuality to catapult herself into international stardom.  Did my mother sell out??  She held onto her essential self her whole life---even when she sublimated herself to my dad, she never let her core dissipate.   Do Berlusconi's women sell out in order to attain power??  Or are they just smart??  Ummm, yeah.  So women, members of the "weaker sex," have been playing the system for eons--and winning. 

Italians love women.
Women are strong.
Therefore, Italians love strong women. 

I knew it all along!!!

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

@&)>>!!&%$#####

ARRRGH...I've spent HOURS, honestly, hours, trying to upload some photos on this program and FINALLY I've got something to show ya!! 

If you click on this link, you'll be taken to a slideshow of  DAILY LIFE --(that's the link!)

HINT:  you might want to change the time of each slide to 5 seconds.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

WHERE IS HOME???

I am straddling two continents.  I have a house and friends and family and years and years of living well-rooted in Southern California; and I have a house and friends and family and years and years of short-term visits well-rooted in Italy.  Most of my communications are with friends in SoCal, my socializing is mostly here.  My banking and mortgage are in CA, my paycheck comes from across the world, my siblings and nieces and nephews are there, Gary's work is dependent upon the whim of the California Community College system, and yet.... 

When we speak of "home," we often have to clarify, "which home?"  In the dead of winter I was cold and lonely for social interactions; I longed for a yoga class at Total Woman; I wanted to eavesdrop on the table next to me at a restaurant--and understand every word!  No Contest--Home was California.  Then spring came, we worked on the house, revamped the garden, completed projects, made everything more comfortable and "pretty."  The competition was getting stronger.

Then we went away for 10 days--Rome, Provence to our friend, Lynne, back to Rome to visit family--and then back home...for the first time, when we got back, it was to home.  To my bed, to my kitchen, to my plants, to my bugs, to my electrical problems and odd plumbing...I was home.

In Provence, Lynne greeted us with open, all-encompassing arms.  It was affirming, warm, welcoming--unconditional.  Anne, Gail, Sandy, Jane--also at Lynne's--met us with a giant group hug and a glass of champagne!  And then...we were shown to our room, the new addition to the house, with a rock sign proclaiming "Chez Pat & Gary."


If you look carefully, you can see the rock above my head....
How welcoming is that??

Lynne gave us friendship and food and frivolity.  A home away from home...but where, exactly, is home?

Our new friend, Gabriella, asked us where our hearts were...for there, she said, is home.  Our other friend, Anne, said she thought home was where our "stuff" is...the things that define us, our books, our photos, our towels.  Feeling free to put my feet on the couch and strew my clothes about goes a long way to establishing my comfort level--another indicator of "being home."  And some sage said home is in the arms of your loved ones.  I gotta say, when I am emotionally vulnerable, there is no home, no safer haven, than my husband's arms.

I am already saddened by our imminent departure from Italy--although we're here another 10 weeks!--for our commitment to the place, the house, the people, the country, is strong.  And part of me can't help but feel when we leave, all the work--emotional and physical and mental--will be lost.  And in losing that, negate the last 8 months and lose a vital part of me.  

And yet...I am looking forward to having margaritas with Jamie and Karen, having dinner with dear, dear friends, hugging my nephews and nieces, sitting down with my brother, getting a massage with my sister-in-law, havin' a burger, eating Mexican and Thai food, barbequing, knowing the holidays, not thinking about verb conjugation before speaking!

I am firmly convinced we won't know where we belong until we go back to CA--Time....

So I continue to straddle two continents, continue to wonder where I belong, where my emotional ties are, what I want out of the next 20 years, how many challenges I want in my daily life.  Knowing, always, there are a pair of arms that can salve the wounds and bring me home.













Monday, May 30, 2011

INSPIRATIONS

I have had the opportunity to meet some stellar people who have touched my heart and rattled my brain...some are new acquaintances and some have been in my life for years.  This is my paean to you, all who touch my life....

We met Angela and Paul about two weeks ago; they had just pedalled down to Italy from Wales.  Yes, you read correctly, pedalled (the Brits call bicycling pedalling) from Wales...there were 2 ferry rides to be fair, but, mostly, they rode their bikes.  From Wales to France, south through France, into Italy, to us, and, OH YEAH, they rode their bikes over the Alps.  (If I could figure out a way to download a map, I'd trace their trip for ya!)  AND, they thought riding the Alps was easier than manipulating the hills here in Le Marche,  because, you see, the incline is more gentle, not as steep and fast as here.  They had a great time, riding about 40 miles/5 hours a day, stopping for lunch along the road, quitting for the day when tired, finding a hotel, and starting all over the next day.  They are delightful people with a fabulous story to tell and we were lucky enough to be a small part of that.  Gary was so inspired he bought us mountain bikes---they're still in the garage in pieces, but, I am sure, they will be put to good use.

Last week we went to the museum in the nearby town of Falerone, only to discover the museum is open only during July and August or by special appointment (!!).  Sooo, we explored the town with our friends, Dennis and Kathy, and came upon a small shop loaded with artwork.  The man loitering in the piazza behind us knows the artist and rang his doorbell...

Adelio Marini answered his door, enveloped us 4 strangers with warmth, explained he's been making art for 80 years, and apologized for the rooms stuffed with his canvases--he's run out of space.  He opened his shop, explaining his inspirations and techniques, like a kid in a giant toy box anxious to show off every toy--every drawer, every nook, every corner, filled with his work.  It was a study in passion and commitment and the creative process.  My soul was fed from this encounter.

Adelio Marini and one of his canvases....
www.rajzi.bme.hu/adeliomarini







I have a friend who has been diagnosed with a serious disease.  He suffered for several years before the actual diagnosis came in, but come it did.  I have watched him grapple with the disease, accept the impact on his life, and choose to LIVE.  He doesn't dwell on the pain or the potentially horrible effects, he involves himself in life-affirming things---laughter, music, food, friends, family---he doesn't care to spend time with negative people or in negative situations, he just wants to live, relishing the joy.  I have the privilege of sharing some of that joy with him.

Here in our small part of the world, I have the time to reflect on many things--my life, my husband, my priorities, my goals, my beliefs--but one overriding theme in my life is the people who populate it.  I choose to surround myself with people who are strong of character, who have beliefs they defend, who appreciate thinking and speaking well, who give freely, who are sensitive to others, who love to experience new things, who are passionate....how lucky am I??   

Monday, May 16, 2011

AS·SIM·I·LATE

After I made my appointment for my massage with Paola (yeah, baby!!), she cheerfully wished me, "Buon Pasqua!"  Happy Easter....hmmm, I can't remember the last time anyone wished me Happy Easter or Merry Christmas.   Yet Paola didn't think for a moment; didn't consider I may be Hindu or Buddhist or Atheist, she just wished me, "Buona Festa," because everyone celebrates Easter and Pasquetta (Easter Monday).  It's part and parcel of the Italian culture.

Which led me to one of my favorite plays, A Raisin in the Sun, when Beneatha flaunts society's norms and stops straightening her hair in deference to her African heritage, citing "anti-assimilationist beliefs!"

Which led me to the dictionary:
AS·SIM·I·LATE
–verb (used with object)
1.  to take in and incorporate as one's own; absorb: He assimilated many new experiences on his European trip.
2.  to bring into conformity with the customs, attitudes, etc., of a group, nation, or the like; adapt or adjust: to assimilate the new immigrants.   (dictionary.com)
Which led me to my mother who lived in the US for over 50 years and assimilated quite nicely, thank you very much.  She assimilated so well that we, my brother and sister and I, lost some of our Italian heritage because she didn't talk about it.  Was she reticent because her new culture was our dominant culture?  Was she reticent because talking about the past wouldn't change the present or influence the future?   For example, my mother talked frequently about my being born on Easter Monday...in America, Easter Monday is the day after Easter and we all go back to work.  In Italy, it's a holiday.  She never told me it was a holiday, a celebration of family and friends--or if she did, it is gone from my head.  Christmas Eve, here in Italy, is the big Christmas celebration.  A huge, multi-course fish dinner is prepared, and families play games and eat until dawn--everyone celebrates that way.  In America, each family has a different tradition, but the fish dinner and games isn't usually one of them.  I didn't know....soooo, was Mom reticent to share her culture because it would make her less American?  Were we so uninterested (as children are wont to do) that she didn't want to impose her culture on us?  Is this assimilation?

Which led me to our situation here.  We work very hard not to stick out; we don't want to call attention to ourselves as Americans, even though we are obviously not Italian (once we open our mouths).  My friend, Bill, asked me, "Will you ever not be outsiders?"  No, we will always be outsiders, to a lesser degree the longer we're here, but we will never be mistaken for Italians.  But in our quest for "Italian-ness," we try to absorb the culture, understand the belief systems, flow with the Italian concept of time--which is fluid--, value the history and the music and the local traditions, explore the habits and incorporate them, as much as possible, into our daily living.  (i.e. cappuccino and brioche for breakfast, lunch at 1, dinner at 8, no shopping  between 1 and 4 cuz the stores are closed.) Is that assimilation??

We have met several English couples who don't like Italian food, don't like the Italian people, can't stand the Italian bureaucracy, and won't learn Italian.  My reaction is, "go home!" If you don't like being here, why stay?  Go back to London or Manchester---why are you here at all???  Additionally, they tend to hang together, not make friends with the locals, creating an insidious, incestuous group.  (Obviously, not all English ex-pats are like this, but there are some....)  Is this assimilation?

Which led me to the immigration issues we experience in the States, and SoCal in particular.  My students in any given classroom easily reflected 10-15 different cultures, constantly grappling with acceptance in school--difficult at best--, and acquiescing to parental demands of maintaining the culture of their homeland.  This, in and of itself, creates a huge schism for these kids.  Mom and Dad say THIS is important, but the school culture and their peers say THAT is more important.  Most of them have beautifully integrated both of their cultures; they are able to satisfy Mom and Dad while making and keeping "American" friends.  Is this assimilation???

Which led me to: why do people immigrate and what is their responsibility once they do??  What responsibility does the dominant culture have to immigrants?  What motivates one to immigrate and what kind of expectations does he/she have??   There are as many answers as there are people. 

I, for one, believe if I choose to live in a country other than the one in which I was brought up, I have a responsibility to learn about that country, its people, its customs, but, mostly, it is incumbent upon me to respect the differences, embrace them.  All of this while maintaining my identity and ties to my native land.   We walk a complicated tightrope; I can only hope we reach the other side with our humanity in tact.  For me, this is assimilation. 

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

WHINING FROM PARADISE

We have designated the months of April and May as "project months!"  The weather has warmed up significantly (whew!) for us to proceed with painting and floor-boarding, gardening (see "Eva and Eddie" post), patching walls-inside and out, prepping the apartment for guests, tiling the front of the fireplace.

When I see the list this way, it looks manageable, even easy.  When I'm in the middle of it, I want to TEAR MY HAIR OUT!!!  Nothing is easy...I wanted to rehang some pictures in the loft upstairs--no big deal, right??  Wrong.  Our walls are 18" thick and made of plaster...to drive a nail, one needs a damn drill; once the hole has been drilled, the nail has to be fitted; then, hopefully, the nail will hold the picture.  So a project that I would do myself in 10 minutes in CA, took two of us two hours.  The pictures look great. 

I understand more clearly why Italians, once they decorate, NEVER change decor--their homes have the same color pallet and wall decorations for 30 years.

TILING:  we've lived with a gaping hole in our fireplace where the pellet stove was installed since December...time to revestimento or redress the front.  We went through our creative process, shopping for tile, creating a look--the fun stuff.  We found the glass tile we wanted at Leroy-Merlin, a chain store similar to Home Depot.  We assumed---ahhhh, silly, silly us---if one L-M had the tiles, the others would, too.  But, nooooooo.  There passed several futile days of visiting L-M all over Italy to match the tile we wanted (seriously)....we finally found it--online.  Again, thwarted....it's such a simple thing in CA, if one Home Depot has it, they all have it.  But, it was clearly explained to us that each store is individually franchised and they don't all have the same stuff---duh!.. 

The bigger problem is the front of the fireplace had to be made in such as way that the panels could be removed for cleaning the heater...okay, imagine the complexities of figuring weight-bearing, ease of removal, maintaining the integrity of the design....that consumed about 2 weeks to solve those problems.  The picture doesn't do it justice,  But...

this is the result...and we're very happy!
 And the apartment---has been ignored for five, yep, count 'em, five years, so there was a lot of work to do...repainting, repapering, fixing the plumbing and the electrical, changing out lighting fixtures, redressing it, and, oh yeah, a MAJOR cleaning....none of this terribly difficult, but it consumed 2 weeks of planning & shopping and 1 week of work.  and the results??

       

Isn't it adorable??? 

Life here is not easy...we can't pick up a phone and order tile, we can't easily put a nail in the wall, we are constantly fighting weeds and insects--we are in the country, after all!--, we are desperate to fully understand our neighbors, mail takes 7-10 days to arrive to or from the US, stores are closed from 1-4 daily and Sundays, the electricity could go out the next time it rains and stay out for days, we don't see the sun for days/weeks on end ... and the list goes on ad infinitum.  We are creatures of convenience, we've learned (and continue to learn) hard lessons about self-sufficiency and creative problem-solving.

BUT...we have a wonderful opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime chance to pursue a dream.  When the whine rises in my throat, I tell myself, "shut up, savor the moment, embrace the experience"...but sometimes it just feels good to whine.

So, I have a glass of wine, look out over the terrace, and imagine Home Depot is closed on Sundays!


 

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

A LITTLE OF THIS....


AND A LITTLE OF THAT!!


MINE, MINE, MINE (actually, ours, ours, ours)...
we are the proud owners of OUR OWN Italian car...no more rentals!!


3 1/2 months of Italian bureaucracy and rental cars and we are now "legal"... we've got all the documents we need to buy a car!  Whew!!




Gary, me, and our friend, Filipo Nibbi (a very famous Italian poet and 
actor) in front of a blooming apricot?, plum?, cherry?  tree in the hills outside of Bologna...it was a lovely spring day!



a view of the loggia in our main piazza...note the banner with the Pope's picture on it...it's an Easter greeting.

If you look to the left, seated at the table, you can see that husband of mine, drinking a compari!!







white chocolate, dark chocolate, milk chocolate...almost too beautiful to eat!

okay, I know everything grows wild somewhere,
but I was surprised to see wild irises among
the weeds on the side of the road!
 
Cousins Rino and Tina ooo-ing and
ahhing over this egg!!
                                                                
This is my favorite pink tree...

Sooooo, nature, spring, chocolate, Tina & Rino, compari,  pink trees, blue flowers, and
a car...a few of my favorite things!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

EVA & EDDIE

Okay, how many of you remember a television series, Green Acres, with Eva Gabor and Eddie Albert, 1965-1971??  Raise your hands.  (I know you're dating yourself a little here--and I certainly am--but it gives you a frame of reference!)  Here's a picture to jog your memory:

Now, insert faces of Pat and Gary---
and the saga begins...tame the land, work the machines, trim the trees, plant the flowers.  (To my gardening friends, Lynne, Jamie, Angela, Pam, I don't understand your passion, but I absolutely respect it!)


With Spring springing, the weeds have run amuck--by amuck I mean knee-to-waist high.  A thick mass of unkempt greenery covered our front yard.  Time to get the weed wacker out.  With manual in hand, we started it, Gary put on the protective gear--white suit, gloves, goggles--and began.  I watched.  (Those of you who know anything about gardening know that the weed wacker, henceforth called WW, can only TRIM weeds that long.)  With much swearing and weeds flying and dodging of stone, the tops of the weeds came off.  And we quit for the day.

Next day:  we decided to use a bigger blade, not the skinny orange plastic thingies, for the WW, to get to the bottom of the weeds.  Enter the neighbors:  farmers, gardeners, raisers of living things, they asked, ever-so-politely, what were we planning to do with that muther of a blade???  When told of our plans, again, ever-so-politely, they told us that blade was better used for tree branches, not weeds.  Would we like him, Silvano, to finish up the trimming for us?  It would only take five minutes and he'd be happy to do it.  Hell YES!!!

We can only imagine the conversation they had a lunch:  Did you see the blade the Americans were going to use for the weeds?  Don't they know they could take out a window with a flying stone from that blade?  Break an ankle?  Flatten a tire?  Blind himself??  And it took Silvano only TEN MINUTES to finish the job. 

I don't like gardening.  I don't like to get dirt under my fingenails.  My manicure goes to hell when I work in the garden.  BUT, I love a pretty garden.  I love a neatly manicured lawn, pretty flowers, colorful plants, rich, green trees.  Usually we hire a gardener to do the job...this year we vowed to embrace country life and do it ourselves.  (enter:  Eva and Eddie) 

Sidebar:  I just got up to get a glass of water--2 AM here--and saw a 3" scorpion on the wall.  Oh yeah, I'm embracin' country life...I only squealed once.  He is no longer with us.

Also, I don't like to ask for help.  I can read a manual and research when to plant a seed and how much to water a geranium.  I assume I can figure out how to trim the weeds and plant the plants...not true.  It is a humbling experience to be unable to do something so apparently simple.

We now have a master plan to tame the land in front of the house--our bosco, forest, will have to wait another year--we're putting gravel down and planting all trees and plants in manageable pots, thereby limiting our gardening excesses.  We will have the pretty flowers and trees with  minimum gardening work, we hope.

 Eva and Eddie will live to face another day of uncharted life in the country!

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

IN THE EYE OF THE ITALIAN STORM

We live in a Catholic country and are not Catholic.  We live in a country greatly impacted by and angry about illegal immigration; we have California roots and embrace diversity.  We are welcomed into the homes of family members who are really strangers.

I always thought Carnival was reserved for Rio and New Orleans--with wild, outlandish costumes and behavior to match.  I was surprised to discover a Carnival celebration in the centro storico of every village, burg, town, city in Italy--and they range from parades to parties to feasts with costumes and floats and lots and lots of food!  The feste generated by the Catholic Church are many and varied--a Saint's Day or holy season--there's an excuse for a party or a day off or a celebration every other week!  Do you know there's a festa the day after Easter called Pasquetta?  yep, people take the day off (not so much any more) and go out to the country and have a picnic and enjoy the fine weather.

The feste, of course, are not limited to religious celebrations.  Gary and I went out for pizza on March 8 and found the pizzeria filled with women, only women, at long tables having a great time.  There were the matriarchs, the Italian mamas, the working women, the young girls, all enjoying pizza and each other.  I assumed (you know what that makes me) this was related to Carnival because it was the day before Lent began; but nooooooo, it was Festa delle Donne, Festival of the Women, a national day celebrating the emancipation of women.  Who knew???  The women knew.

And then there was the March 17th celebration the Unification of Italy, 150 years.  It was a festa  day---4th of July on St. Patrick's Day---so it was an imposed day off for the laborers, they didn't get paid and were not very happy.  But the celebration was on, then off, then on, then off again, then, finally on....the country was to celebrate with--hot dogs and corn-on-the-cob?--speeches and food.  The North didn't participate because they are mad at the state, the rest of the country sporadically participated.  Mostly, it was a day off.

Life in Italy whirls around us; everybody knows when there's a Saint's Day or a National festa, except us.  We always find out by accident...we're living in a vacuum of ignorance.  So we read every sign we see and scour the public announcements so as not to be taken unaware....

Lampedusa is the center of the news here in Italy.  All the refugees from Tunisia are fleeing to Italy; once they get to Lampedusa, there is no water or food or sanitation, and the Senate is trying to pass a law that will outlaw their entrance into the country; a military, mandatory evacuation of 1500 refugees occured last week.  There is also a proposition on the floor of the Italian Senate to pay refugees to return to their homelands...of course, what's to stop them from returning and collecting more money to return home???

The Italians are angry.  They love their country and the life they've forged.  They don't want desperate illegals using their resources and abusing their land.  There is not enough work for the children of Italy; college graduates have to leave the country to find work--I have two cousins who fit into this category--why should native sons and daughters lose work to refugees???  The face of Italy is changing with the face of the world; the people I've spoken to are outraged and feeling helpless.

This is counter-intuitive to what we in America, and California specifically, have always believed--that the richness of many cultures enriches the one, larger culture.  Different traditions, food, interactions, languages, philosophies, religions feed the larger community--or so we believe.

Political life in Italy--from dealing with the refugees to dealing with Berlusconi--whirls around us with passion and intensity.  We watch, we listen, we try to understand.

Ahhh, family...an amazing phenomenon in this country.  My cousins, many whom I've not seen in years, open their homes and hearts to us.  Others we see once a year, and yet, that tie is iron-strong...we talk of my mom and my siblings and the nephews and nieces, their kids and work and homes---but in the middle of it all, I stop and realize these people, who I really don't know at all, share my grandfather.  We're family.  My Zio Gino is Cousin Rita's father--we're connected by an invisible bond.  We're family, but we're strangers.  Compounded by a language barrier, we deal with the superficial, but if we're fortunate, we delve beneath the surface and touch each other's essences.  We're family, but we're strangers.  They don't know what I read or how I think, I don't know their politics or religious bent.  But we're family.

The familial bond is a sacred trust in this country.  Family above all.  The sacrifices and generosity related to family abound---the spirit of family whirls around us as we accept their love and kindness and try to reciprocate.

Much of our life here is spent watching and listening and learning...Italian life is vital and vivacious and generous and chaotic, but it is ever-moving about us.  We sit quietly (sort of) and absorb what we can, for soon, we will move out of the eye of the storm and into the tumultousness of this Italian life.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

LA-DEE-DA!!

We just found out the Italian Cup, the Sailboat Regata, will be held on our lake the end of April, la-dee-da!!  The place is buzzin'; trees are trimmed and cut, weeds are burned, land is cleared and leveled---and the Americans look on, astounded that so much can be done to tame the land.  We pick up our jaws and go have a cappuccino!!  

The official website (if you're interested) is http://www.italiancup.it/  Most of it is still under construction--how very Italian, BUT, you can get a great picture of our lake when it's full!  This is our view....how lucky are we??

Yesterday they closed the dam to begin to fill up the lake--this is an agricultural lake, 6 months its a river, 6 months its a lake.  Here are two pictures of the lake after one day of filling...



The lake screams "Summer" to us...ahhh, the luxury of going out without a coat, sleeping with the windows open, keeping warm without stoking the fire!!  can't wait....

We have a short giro, trip, planned for the next ten days....we expect the lake will be full upon our return.

At that time, the Americans will commence the weeding and sprucing and planting the rest of the community has already completed!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

LET'S GET POLITICAL, POLITICAL

I can't help myself, I try, but I just can't shut up....sooooo, at 3 AM I leap out of bed and head for my computer.  We are as sheltered from the world news as we want to be here in our corner of Italy, but even here, the California budget and Wisconsin politics have permeated our protected cocoon. 

RE: California:  In our last "special election," which, by the way, cost millions of dollars to mount, the people of California voted NOT to increase taxes, yet they are furious about losing services.  In any family budget, if the money is not there, things are cut out.  Don't have enough to buy a new car?  Fix the old one.  Can't justify dining at Ruth's Chris Steak House?  Buy the steaks and eat at home.  Can't afford a private school?  Go to a State University.  Any family evaluates income and expenses and adjusts accordingly, especially in this economic climate.

But, I am tired of people not taking responsibility for their actions.  The people voted not to increase taxes; with that vote, there are consequences.  I am appalled at how many Americans expect something for nothing; assuming it is an inalienable right to have EVERYTHING.  We are supposedly grownups--own up, be adult, admit we are going to have to hurt a little bit to get us back on our feet.   Suck it up, pay a little more in taxes--especially to protect our educational system.

Priorities??  How about our kids and their schooling?  How about having less than 40 students per class?  How about opening a few more sections for the vets coming back from Afghanistan and Iraq?  Nothing is free in this world....we can't expect tuition to be reduced (or not raised) and not pay for it.  Brown is facing an uphill battle to get his budget passed:  according to yesterday's LA Times, 58% of Californians are willing to pay more taxes and suffer some cuts to get the state more fiscally secure.  That's adult....we've got to give, we've got to suck it up, we've got to clearly establish priorities, pay for our services, and take care care of our students.

RE:  Wisconsin:  My friend, Kathy, sent these two pieces to me (one a comedic look at Scott Walker, the other a letter from a Wisconsin teacher)---these reflect my sentiments exactly while saying it much better than I.  So, for your reading pleasure....

Wisconsin Wit:
The Governor of Wisconsin, Scott Walker, was seated next to a little girl on an airplane so he turned to her and said, "Do you want to talk? Flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger."
The little girl, who... had just started to read her book, replied to the total stranger, "What would you want to talk about?"
Oh, I don't know," said the governor. "How about collective bargaining rights, unemployment, or the budget repair bill" as he smiled smugly.
"OK," she said. "Those could be interesting topics, but let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff - grass.
Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps. Why do you suppose that is?"
The governor, visibly surprised by the little girl's intelligence, Thinks about it and says, "Hmmm, I have no idea."
To which the little girl replies, "Do you really feel qualified to discuss collective bargaining rights, unemployment, or the budget repair bill, when you don't know shit?"
And then she went back to reading her book.
Open Letter to Governor Walker: 
 To the Duly-Elected Governor of Wisconsin, Scott Walker (and anyone else who gives a hoot):

It has only been a week, and I grow weary of the political struggle that your Budget Repair Bill has caused. I am tired of watching the news, though I have seen many of the faces of those I hold dear as they march on the Capitol. I am tired of defending myself to those who disagree with me, and even a bit tired of fist-bumping those who do. I am tired of having to choose a side in this issue, when both sides make a certain degree of sense. And so I offer you this desultory (aimless or rambling) philippic (angry long-winded speech), because at the end of the day I find that though this issue has been talked to death, there is more that could be said. And so, without further ado, here are my points and/or questions, in no particular order.

1. You can have my money, but…. Ask any number of my students, who have heard me publicly proclaim that a proper solution to this fiscal crisis is to raise taxes. I will pay them. I have the great good fortune to live in a nation where opportunity is nearly limitless, and I am willing to pay for the honor of calling myself an American. Incidentally, Warren Buffett, the second richest man in the nation (and a Democrat) agrees with me. Your proposed Budget Repair Bill will cost me just under $3000 per year at my current salary, with the stated goal of saving $30 million this year on the state budget. I say, take it. You can have it. It will hurt me financially, but if it will balance the budget of the state that has been my home since birth, take it with my blessing. But if I may, before you do, I have some questions.

      •According to the 2009 estimate for the U.S. Census, 5,654,774 people live in the state of Wisconsin. Of those, 23.2% are under the age of 18, and presumably are not subject to much in the way of income tax. That still leaves about 4,342,867 taxpayers in the state of Wisconsin. If you wished to trim $30 million off of the budget, that works out to about $6.91 per Wisconsin taxpayer. So I must ask: Is it fair that you ask $3000 of me, but you fail to ask $6.91 of everyone? I know that times are tough, but would it not be more equitable to ask that each taxpayer in the state contribute an extra 13 cents a week?
      •Would you please, kindly, explain exactly how collective bargaining is a fiscal issue? I fancy myself to be a fairly intelligent person. I have heard it reported in the news that unless the collective bargaining portion of this bill is passed, severe amounts of layoffs will occur in the state. I have heard that figure given as 6,000 jobs. But then again, you’ve reportedly said it was 10,000 jobs. But then again, it’s been reported to be as high as 12,000 jobs. Regardless of the figure, one thing that hasn’t been explained to my satisfaction is exactly how or why allowing a union to bargain collectively will cost so much money or so many jobs. Am I missing something? Isn’t collective bargaining essentially sitting in a room and discussing something, collectively? Is there now a price tag on conversation? How much does the average conversation cost? I feel your office has been eager to provide doomsday scenarios regarding lost jobs, but less than willing to provide actual insight as to why that is the case. I would welcome an explanation.
      •Why does your concern over collective bargaining, pensions, and healthcare costs only extend to certain unions, but not all? Why do snow plow drivers and child care providers and teachers and prison guards find themselves in “bad” unions, but firefighters and state police and local police find themselves in unions that do not need to be effected by your bill? The left wing news organizations, of course, state that this is because these are unions that supported your election bid, while you seek to punish those unions that did not; I would welcome your response to such a charge. You have stated that the state and local police are too vital to the state to be affected. Can I ask how child care, or prison guards, or nurses or teachers are not vital? Again, I would welcome a response.
      •Though you are a state employee, I have seen no provision in your bill to cut your own pension or healthcare costs. The governor’s salary in Wisconsin was about $137,000 per year, last I checked. By contrast, I make about $38,000 per year. Somewhere in that extra $99,000 that you make, are you sure you couldn’t find some money to fund the state recovery which you seem to hold so dear? As you have been duly elected by the voters of Wisconsin, you will receive that salary as a pension for the rest of your life. I don’t mean to cut too deeply into your lifestyle, but are you sure you couldn’t live off $128,000 per year so that you could have the same 7% salary reduction you are asking certain other public employees to take?

 2. Regarding teachers being overpaid and underworked. I don’t really have many questions in this regard, but I do have a couple of statements. If you haven’t already figured it out, I am a teacher, so you may examine my statement for bias as you see fit. I admit I find it somewhat suspect that teachers are mentioned so prominently in your rhetoric; those protesting at the Capitol are indeed teachers. But they are also students, and nurses, and prison guards, and plumbers, and firefighters, and a variety of other professions. If you could go back to “public sector employees,” I would appreciate it. But as far as being overpaid and underworked … I grant you, I have a week’s vacation around Christmas. I have a week off for Spring Break. I have about 10 weeks off for summer. With sick days and personal days and national holidays and the like, I work about 8.5 months out of every year. So perhaps I am underworked. But before you take that as a given, a couple of points in my own defense.
      •The average full-time worker puts in 40 hours per week, 50 weeks per year, with two weeks’ vacation time. That makes for a grand total of 2000 hours per year. Part of the teachers’ arguments regarding their time is that no one sees how many hours they work at home to grade papers, or create lesson plans, or things of that nature. I am in a rare state, in that I am not one of those teachers. I work an hour from where I live, and I like to keep my work at work. I, therefore, do not bring work home with me, but rather stay at school, or come in early, so that I can grade papers or create lesson plans while at school. So I am more prepared than most to explain the hours it takes to do my job. I also supervise an extra-curricular activity (as many teachers do), in that I serve as the Drama Coach for my school. The school year, so far, has lasted for 24 weeks. I have, in that time, averaged 78 hours per week either going to school, being at school, or coming home from school. If you remove my commute, of course, I still average 68 hours per week, thus far. That means I have put in 1,632 hours of work time this year, which works out to over 80% of what your average full time worker does in a calendar year. If you include my commute, I’m over 90%. If ikeep going at my current pace, I will work 2,720 hours this school year (or 3,120 hours if you include my commute). That means I work 136% to 156% as much as your average hourly worker.
     •As to overpaid — I’m not sure I am overpaid in general, though I do believe I am underpaid in terms of the educational level expected to do my job. I have two Bachelor’s Degrees, and will be beginning work toward my Master’s this summer. By comparison, sir, you never completed college, and yet, as previously stated, you outearn me by almost $100,000 per year. Perhaps that is an argument that I made the wrong career choice. But it is perhaps an argument that we need to discuss whether you and others like you are overpaid, and not whether teachers are.

 3. Regarding the notion that teachers that are protesting, or legislators currently in Illinois , are hurting the state. Very briefly, if I may:
      •Teachers have been accused of shirking their duties by protesting for what they believe to be their rights instead of being in school. The argument has been, of course, that no lessons have been taught when classes aren’t in session. I must submit that lessons in protest, in exercise of the First Amendment right to peaceable assembly, in getting involved as a citizen in political affairs, have been taught these past few days. The fact that they haven’t been taught in the classroom is irrelevant. Ultimately a very strong duty of the school system is to help students become citizens — I think that has clearly happened this week.
      •As to the legislators, it seems to me as though they feel their constituents deserve to have a length of time to examine the proposed bill on its merits, not vote it straight up or down three days after it was presented. As the current budget does not expire until June, this seems to me like the only response left them in light of your decision to fast-track the bill without discussion. Give them another option, and perhaps they will come back. I can’t say that I agree with their decision, but I can say that I understand it.

4. Regarding the notion that protestors at the Capitol are rabble-rousers and/or thugs. Such name-calling on the part of conservatives in the state and the conservative media could be severely curtailed if you would speak out against it. True, most of the people protesting, if not all, are liberals. Historically, liberals have always tended to think that they have far more support than they actually do. They also (in my opinion) have a tendency to get extremely organized about three months too late, if at all. So you can fault them for their decision-making, but I would ask you to speak out against the notion of thuggery. Again, very briefly:
      •So far, 12 arrests have been made. Estimates say there were about 25,000 people at the Capitol today, and about 20,000 yesterday. Let’s be conservative (mathematically) and say that 40,000 people protested over two days. That would mean that officers arrested .0003% of all protestors. By almost any definition, that is an extremely peaceful demonstration, and of course you are aware that the U.S. Constitution guarantees the right of peaceable assembly for a redress of grievances. So in the main, these people have done nothing wrong.

 5. If I may provide you with a sense of history. You work in the largest and most magnificiently appointed state capitol in the nation, built by Bob LaFollette (a Republican). You work in the same building where Phil LaFollette (a Republican) helped guide Wisconsin
out of the Great Depression. You work in the same building where Gaylord Nelson (a Democrat) was the first in the nation to offer rights to unions of state employees, rights that you now seek to overturn. And you work in the same building where Tommy Thompson (a Republican) provided more state funding to education than any other governor before or since. Are your current actions truly how you would choose to be remembered?

6. Finally, Governor, a note of thanks. Whatever the outcome of the next several days, you deserve a certain degree of credit. As an educator, I understand how difficult it can be to get young people interested in politics. You have managed to do this in the space of one week. A number of Wisconsin’s youth support you. A number of them do not. But whatever else can be said of you, you have them paying attention, and thinking about voting, and walking around the Capitol, and turning out to be involved. You have taught your own lessons this week, Governor, and that has its own value.

 Thank you for your time,
Eric Brehm

No, thank you, Eric Brehm...you've said it for all of us!!  (website:  http://positivelypersistentteach.tumblr.com/post/3512331803/a-letter-to-scott-walker-from-a-wisconsin-teacher )

I am sated, my 3 AM musings have scratched my political itch....thank you for reading, Pat