Sunday, February 28, 2010

Moving Residences

I was happy to read this article in today's NYTimes:

I often wondered why I enjoy moving homes when most people I know dread it. I know it stems from the early years of moving to and from Japan every three years, but having had seven addresses in the past eight years makes me think that it has to go deeper than that. Even though we are moving this July to our fourth residence in Bologna (in 6.5 years), I find I am still picking up real estate magazines and scouring what is on the market. I have no real desire to be in the business, though I do love tearing out ads and passing information to anyone I know looking for a new home.

I can just say that the thought of moving into a new area, neighborhood, country - whatever the case may be - I have a heightened sense of excitement, anticipation, self-reliance in finding that new market, restaurant, home goods shop, butcher, coffee shop. I feel like an explorer looking to set some new challenges. Unveiling the culture and interest in local architecture also makes me want to walk unknown streets and getting lost just makes me learn the way better. Oddly enough, I never think of moving in terms of loss or leaving something behind but only in terms of something to be gained.

Anyway, I am anticipating the time I will spend on the hiking trails on the mountain that run just off our new property, where I hope to find a local who can teach me how to hunt for truffles and gather walnuts from the craggy trees. Also, I heard the butcher in our new town is reknowned in the area, and the famous "bread trail" runs through the area - where the century old mills are valued and bread still made the old fashioned way. I can't wait to become a regular at the yet-to-be-discovered garden shop, as well as the local forno (bread shop). Also, to try our new local restaurant - just a mile from home - can't wait to walk the trail that takes us right to it!

(These photos are from a few of the places we lived here in Bologna, including a front door, religious celebrations viewed from two different residences, and unpacking two moves ago. Okay, I never lived in Venice.)

Monday, February 22, 2010

A day at the beach

We went to the beach on the Adriatic Sea yesterday. It was so warm and sunny in Bologna that we wanted to get out of Dodge, but didn't count on how windy and cold it would be by the sea. But it was nice to be out in the air, and we saw some nice cars in Milano Marittima - the coolest place to hang out if you want to be seen. Italian men love their fast cars, and the women their high heels. This trio was walking towards the sand dunes and I don't know how they were going to manage on those kickers.

We stopped at a Fiat dealer on the way home since we will have to buy a second car with 4 wheel drive to commute from our new house. We will buy a small model, a Panda, that barely holds four bodies but will make it down our driveway next winter. Even at the dealership, they have model vehicles so that the next generation has something to strive for...

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

World Nutella Day 2010

This is for Marsha and her giant jar of authentic, Italian Nutella!

(Okay, the photo isn't of Nutella but that is some serious hand-made (and seriously man-handled) tagliatelle and ragu - at that agriturismo you know of.)

Geezz, time flies when it snows

It has been a dreadful winter in Bologna. Snow every week, cold, 100% humidity. Chilled to the bones. But on one rare sunny day, all the snow melted and we could take Ray to the gardens to ride his scooter.

I can't believe it is almost two months since I have posted, but will do so when I am off next week. In the meantime, here is one of Andrea's student's blog. I get an honorable mention on the February 1 posting, though it is my father who is of Union stock.