Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Family time: that is what Italy is for me. It fills my heart and soul, JUST being a part of the lake's grandeur. But, this is about spending time with my family- my kids. My family of friends surround me with a bounty, too: but this is family time. I am missing George's inability to be with us, but am so loving my time with Carlyle and Casey. Easy going. The other evening, Carlyle and I stayed up till 2am playing backgammon in the terrace and mancala ( an african game with seeds). She slaughtered me... but both games allow easy conversation and repartee. It reminded me of when Carlyle was 4 years old and would spend hours with her Daddy as he taught her backgammon on the dining room table at Villa Evelyn- our first home on the lake. Before long: Carlyle was slamming everyone at an early age. Quite amazing for a little girl who didn't speak then. Her brain was working even when words failed. (She had a subsequent operation that restored her hearing from 50% to 100%) We bought a mancala game when we traveled to Africa, a year after George's passing... so even that game has roots in Carlyle's childhood. I like that tradition... and it is a bit unique. We went to Africa a year after George's passing for two important reasons: one was a promise that George and I had made to each other to be sure to have the kids witness the wonder of an African safari, as you feel as if you are seeing LIFE and the UNIVERSE as it first began: wild animals roaming. The second reason was that I wanted my kids to KNOW that DEATH is PART of LIFE. It is part of the amazing circle and cycle, and that each serves its part in the grander scheme. I didn't want DEATH to be scary or abnormal. It is like puberty- a rite of passage, and expected.
Yesterday, we swam in the lake! Liquid Silk. That is what it feels like on my skin. Fresh and Refreshing and fun to be playful with my kids. We enter the lake from a series of OLD steps, which get steeper and slopier and more slippery the closer you get to the water.... which makes exiting a bit awkward and unfeminine, as you must LUG yourself up in hopes of not falling back in the lake. The kids like it here, as it is a bit private and you can swim as if it your private lake.
Last evening, we journeyed to a Chinese Restaurant. An ethic restaurant along the lake is not easy to find. ..... as the Italians LOVE the Italian palate. Americans seem to embrace all kinds of flavors, as that is what we are as a PEOPLE: a combination of a variety of flavors. It is what defines us, as Americans. At any rate: chinese food does NOT taste the same in the USA as it does in Italy, or in China, for that matter. But, it was good to dip the tongue into a different taste sensation. We love this chinese restaurant..., strung with lanterns. At the end of the meal, the owner gifts pierced pearl stud earrings for each of the girls. I would be afraid to put them in my lobes: but, it is always a sweet gesture. For the men: pineapple boat.
Today, we are back on the Italian track, as an Italian friend is coming by to make lunch. Today it is olive oil without the Chinese MSG. What a trade!
Tomorrow a good American friend who lives in Berlin will arrive.... He is Carlyle's age and they grew up together. I love him, too! Astrid, "my first born" arrived in the USA to be his babysitter when she was just 18. So, we have all been a family of friends for a long time. He was our tour guide a couple of years ago when we visited him in Berlin. He was making up for all the years I did that for him when he came to visit in italy. He couldn't be a sweeter young man. Always has been.
Hope that yours is a wonderful Wednesday..... keep visiting this sight, as it helps me.
Smiles,
Judy
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
Fuocchi Artificiale and people watching
Lunedi, Monday, August 12, 2013
Fer Agosto is August 15th: national day to begin summer holidays for Italians. For those seeking bargains in Milan, this is THE TIME- before FER AGOSTO.
The days have been sunny and with the greatest of slight breezes, as NOT to knock the windows about. Last evening, were the FUOCHI ARTIFICIALE: artificial fire- or fireworks. Each town along the lake has a FESTA with fireworks for one evening during the summer.... to bring folks to town.
Set up along the lake in front of my apartment, I have never seen the fireworks barges set to "GO". It was fascinating, how orderly and pre arranged each firework was on the barge. The fireworks were set to music, including ALLELUJAH.... We went to a local hotel and had great seats for the evening. Had great seats at my home, too. Thought we were 'invited': meaning- TREATED, but as it turned out, only the after dinner drink was included. It was the most expensive AWFUL meal I have ever had. So much for understanding "INVITO per la cena" , translated "You are invited to dinner". Nonetheless, it was a lovely evening, with great company and scenery. Afterwards, we went to the "Chic and Freak" where ONLY MEN seem to gather. ITALIAN MEN. They sit and watch folks- particularly, the LADY folks, as they walk by, unnoticed by the voyeur Italians. It is a sport, of sorts. Harmless. Yet, so 'cliche' in a way. The men gather in a large circle, ever expanding when a new man arrives. Some talk. Some play with their telephones and never say a word. It is the old world replacement of watching t.v. after dinner. I love the fact that the MEN gather. Not the women, although they will be invited if they pass by. It means that ITALIAN MEN BOND, over talk and the table. And, a drink or two. And, some.... even over a puff or two. Many smoke. They do this EVERY NIGHT in the summertime. Good for these men, who TALK and support each other. Single men and married men. ...... but, as all men go hunting "they WATCH" and pay attention to what passes their vista.
A day of watching t.v. with Carlyle and Casey. A luncheon out at a new informal spot, which was also mediocre. But, then again: the company and surroundings were grand.
Tomorrow is another day in wonderland. And, I am so happy to be sharing this with my kids.
Smiles,
Judy
Fer Agosto is August 15th: national day to begin summer holidays for Italians. For those seeking bargains in Milan, this is THE TIME- before FER AGOSTO.
The days have been sunny and with the greatest of slight breezes, as NOT to knock the windows about. Last evening, were the FUOCHI ARTIFICIALE: artificial fire- or fireworks. Each town along the lake has a FESTA with fireworks for one evening during the summer.... to bring folks to town.
Set up along the lake in front of my apartment, I have never seen the fireworks barges set to "GO". It was fascinating, how orderly and pre arranged each firework was on the barge. The fireworks were set to music, including ALLELUJAH.... We went to a local hotel and had great seats for the evening. Had great seats at my home, too. Thought we were 'invited': meaning- TREATED, but as it turned out, only the after dinner drink was included. It was the most expensive AWFUL meal I have ever had. So much for understanding "INVITO per la cena" , translated "You are invited to dinner". Nonetheless, it was a lovely evening, with great company and scenery. Afterwards, we went to the "Chic and Freak" where ONLY MEN seem to gather. ITALIAN MEN. They sit and watch folks- particularly, the LADY folks, as they walk by, unnoticed by the voyeur Italians. It is a sport, of sorts. Harmless. Yet, so 'cliche' in a way. The men gather in a large circle, ever expanding when a new man arrives. Some talk. Some play with their telephones and never say a word. It is the old world replacement of watching t.v. after dinner. I love the fact that the MEN gather. Not the women, although they will be invited if they pass by. It means that ITALIAN MEN BOND, over talk and the table. And, a drink or two. And, some.... even over a puff or two. Many smoke. They do this EVERY NIGHT in the summertime. Good for these men, who TALK and support each other. Single men and married men. ...... but, as all men go hunting "they WATCH" and pay attention to what passes their vista.
A day of watching t.v. with Carlyle and Casey. A luncheon out at a new informal spot, which was also mediocre. But, then again: the company and surroundings were grand.
Tomorrow is another day in wonderland. And, I am so happy to be sharing this with my kids.
Smiles,
Judy
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Cable comes home, an old man and his radio, and Mangia more
Sunday, August 11, 2013
It is a cool day.... under the haze of clouds, it is refreshing and crisp. A gentle wisp of air caressing your face.
I finally got CABLE television yesterday. That may not seem like a halleluah moment, and yet- it took 2 1/2 months to get it done! And, probably 45 telephone calls, faxes and scans. What is silly is this: I already have an account with the CABLE company for my upstairs apartment! Why would they let me have ONE box, and not TWO? It was cultural inefficiency at its finest and counter intuitive to doing good business. But, it is not earth shattering either. It is just another detail in life.
Last evening we went for a pizza at the restaurant just a 10 second walk from where we live. Everyone in town passes this restaurant, so although it has NO VIEW of the lake, it is chockblock filled with super people watching. And, great pizza. We went with my son's best Italian friend, Jenny and her finanzato (serious boyfriend, not fiance)- Lorenzo. I have known Jenny since she was a teenager, and it is such a pleasure to get to be friends with her as an adult. And, it is nice to be included by them. It is another nice circle in life. The boys ate MISSOLTIN: a local fish specialty. Dried and covered in olive oil, it is a very FISHY DISHY. Yuck for my wimpy palate.
I had a salad, as I need to lighten that pasta load which permeates every meal. And, if you dine with an Italian and DO NOT eat: you will hear "MANGIA. MANGIA" until you stick something in your mouth. It is not an insult if you don't eat. But, they derive pure pleasure from having you eat. So, by NOT eating- somehow you are denying Italians PLEASURE. That is just not the goal of happy social outing alla italy. So, you MANGIA yourself into a pasta coma.
I am sitting in the kitchen this morning, windows and doors wide open and I listen to a BAD portable radio from across the street. Each morning, this very old man sits on his balcony with his radio blaring, because he is hard of hearing. Static reigns. He sits in his sleeveless T-Shirt, back against the house as he looks forward and into the street, and enjoys his radio. It is his morning pleasure, although I found it amusing to hear "James Brown" blaring a song on his station.
The sun is beginning to ferret its way through the clouds, letting in rays of light.
Have a wonderful Sunday.... and please keep visiting.
Smiles,
Judy
It is a cool day.... under the haze of clouds, it is refreshing and crisp. A gentle wisp of air caressing your face.
I finally got CABLE television yesterday. That may not seem like a halleluah moment, and yet- it took 2 1/2 months to get it done! And, probably 45 telephone calls, faxes and scans. What is silly is this: I already have an account with the CABLE company for my upstairs apartment! Why would they let me have ONE box, and not TWO? It was cultural inefficiency at its finest and counter intuitive to doing good business. But, it is not earth shattering either. It is just another detail in life.
Last evening we went for a pizza at the restaurant just a 10 second walk from where we live. Everyone in town passes this restaurant, so although it has NO VIEW of the lake, it is chockblock filled with super people watching. And, great pizza. We went with my son's best Italian friend, Jenny and her finanzato (serious boyfriend, not fiance)- Lorenzo. I have known Jenny since she was a teenager, and it is such a pleasure to get to be friends with her as an adult. And, it is nice to be included by them. It is another nice circle in life. The boys ate MISSOLTIN: a local fish specialty. Dried and covered in olive oil, it is a very FISHY DISHY. Yuck for my wimpy palate.
I had a salad, as I need to lighten that pasta load which permeates every meal. And, if you dine with an Italian and DO NOT eat: you will hear "MANGIA. MANGIA" until you stick something in your mouth. It is not an insult if you don't eat. But, they derive pure pleasure from having you eat. So, by NOT eating- somehow you are denying Italians PLEASURE. That is just not the goal of happy social outing alla italy. So, you MANGIA yourself into a pasta coma.
I am sitting in the kitchen this morning, windows and doors wide open and I listen to a BAD portable radio from across the street. Each morning, this very old man sits on his balcony with his radio blaring, because he is hard of hearing. Static reigns. He sits in his sleeveless T-Shirt, back against the house as he looks forward and into the street, and enjoys his radio. It is his morning pleasure, although I found it amusing to hear "James Brown" blaring a song on his station.
The sun is beginning to ferret its way through the clouds, letting in rays of light.
Have a wonderful Sunday.... and please keep visiting.
Smiles,
Judy
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Red wine, Sciat, Pizzocheri and more red wine
Sabato, Saturday, August 10, 2013
Had a perfect Friday. A bit lazy. A bit normal, doing a few loads of wash which included shrinking an already pair of short shorts of Carlyle's. I guess the new dryer FINALLY works all too well. A bit of a nap, just to reinforce the cultural aspect of a siesta break. And, of course- the marchettino.
If it is FRIDAY, it is marchettino evening, with the buzz of folks strolling and being tempted by the fates of 'A FIND'. Something purchased at a market, always feels like a discovery!
I bought Casey a VASCO ROSSI LP record. This is a famous Italian rock singer, who still draws huge crowds. I found some interesting 'hair toys' for Carlyle, made of nylon stockings and wire. Hmmm. And, I found another kleenex box, for SOGNO Terrazzo laundry bath. It is hand carved of what seems like balsa wood and was the first time at this marchettino. I was in a primping the bathroom mode.
Then, last night- the three of us went to SALA COMACINA, along the lake. There is a 'bar'- enoteca: a wine tasting place, which every time I pass- I always say to myself, that I would like to try it out. I never had until a friend took us there last night. Periodically, the owner "Albertino"- will put on a THEME evening. Last time, it was all FRENCH, as his wife is a lovely French woman.
This evening, it was food from VALTALLINA. Just north of Lake Como, this is food of the local specialty variety. We joined others, and feasted for several hours on super red wines and sensual foods.
Of course, most Italian meals begin with an AFFETATO: slices of a variety of meats, with a large basket of bread, which was YUM. The selection of meats were from Valtallina: a divine dried beef, thinly sliced, as if you were playing a violin. It is called "VIOLINO", and when served with a bit of olive oil dribbled over it- and the YUM bread: it was consumed happily. Also included was a beef like JERKY, aged and dried and still a bit moist and served in chunks as if a swiss army knife had just cut a piece from the carcus.
Next was a dish which I could have all the time: this was sensual! Mashed potatos, chopped fresh green beans, lots of butter and cheese ALL melted together and gooey. Warm, and soft, it was like eating warm ice cream. I don't remember the name of that dish, as it was virgin trip to this recipe.
The next 'tasting', paired with more super duper REDS, was PIZZOCHERI ( pronounced: Peets Zohk Cair Ree. Not pizzo cherry) This is another local specialty and was the BEST I have ever had. I have had it lots!!! and Lots!!!! It is made with a buckwheat pasta. Cabbage. LOTS OF BUTTER. TONS OF BUTTER, boiled potatos and a special cheese "BITTO". It melts in your mouth, but has substance of the wheat noodle.
If that was not enough: we then were served more RED and a plate called SCIAT (pronounced "shot") On top of a bitter sliced lettuce, were balls of fried cheese. Add balsamic vinegar, and you have a combination of melted cheese, a crunch and the cool and tart of the lettuce and acete (vinegar- AH CHET TAY)
That was of course followed by plates of more local cheeses, eaten fresh, along with the ever present BREAD and RED.
The proprietor played the piano, and everyone in this intimate setting cheered and applauded. He was in 'his element'- soaking up the praise and the good time that everyone was having. The decor is sophisticated and fun: wine barrels as chairs, Large painted wall of gals dancing the CAN CAN- and upstairs, a wine shop. Elegant bottles of designer Courvoissier were for sale: along with great bottles of champagne. There were old bottles of Chateauneuf du Pape, and it was displayed in such an aesthetic way- you felt like you were in a museum of oral delight. It is a gem.
This enoteca is located in a place along the lake with NO PARKING.... making the walk from wherever a parking space is found- to it: a bit treacherous. Walking along the narrow, very winding road with 3 " of space between the white line for the cars to drive on ONE SIDE of the line and the walls of the building- means that there is a lot of faith in the little WHITE LINE. A bit TOO much faith, me thinketh. The road along the lake was only constructed in 1938! Before then, you traveled either by boat or foot!
It is a brilliantly sunny and windy day. The lake is abundant with ripples stirring up a bit of life on the lake's surface as it reflects the sparkle of a well lighted day.
Happy Saturday, with smiles.
Judy
Had a perfect Friday. A bit lazy. A bit normal, doing a few loads of wash which included shrinking an already pair of short shorts of Carlyle's. I guess the new dryer FINALLY works all too well. A bit of a nap, just to reinforce the cultural aspect of a siesta break. And, of course- the marchettino.
If it is FRIDAY, it is marchettino evening, with the buzz of folks strolling and being tempted by the fates of 'A FIND'. Something purchased at a market, always feels like a discovery!
I bought Casey a VASCO ROSSI LP record. This is a famous Italian rock singer, who still draws huge crowds. I found some interesting 'hair toys' for Carlyle, made of nylon stockings and wire. Hmmm. And, I found another kleenex box, for SOGNO Terrazzo laundry bath. It is hand carved of what seems like balsa wood and was the first time at this marchettino. I was in a primping the bathroom mode.
Then, last night- the three of us went to SALA COMACINA, along the lake. There is a 'bar'- enoteca: a wine tasting place, which every time I pass- I always say to myself, that I would like to try it out. I never had until a friend took us there last night. Periodically, the owner "Albertino"- will put on a THEME evening. Last time, it was all FRENCH, as his wife is a lovely French woman.
This evening, it was food from VALTALLINA. Just north of Lake Como, this is food of the local specialty variety. We joined others, and feasted for several hours on super red wines and sensual foods.
Of course, most Italian meals begin with an AFFETATO: slices of a variety of meats, with a large basket of bread, which was YUM. The selection of meats were from Valtallina: a divine dried beef, thinly sliced, as if you were playing a violin. It is called "VIOLINO", and when served with a bit of olive oil dribbled over it- and the YUM bread: it was consumed happily. Also included was a beef like JERKY, aged and dried and still a bit moist and served in chunks as if a swiss army knife had just cut a piece from the carcus.
Next was a dish which I could have all the time: this was sensual! Mashed potatos, chopped fresh green beans, lots of butter and cheese ALL melted together and gooey. Warm, and soft, it was like eating warm ice cream. I don't remember the name of that dish, as it was virgin trip to this recipe.
The next 'tasting', paired with more super duper REDS, was PIZZOCHERI ( pronounced: Peets Zohk Cair Ree. Not pizzo cherry) This is another local specialty and was the BEST I have ever had. I have had it lots!!! and Lots!!!! It is made with a buckwheat pasta. Cabbage. LOTS OF BUTTER. TONS OF BUTTER, boiled potatos and a special cheese "BITTO". It melts in your mouth, but has substance of the wheat noodle.
If that was not enough: we then were served more RED and a plate called SCIAT (pronounced "shot") On top of a bitter sliced lettuce, were balls of fried cheese. Add balsamic vinegar, and you have a combination of melted cheese, a crunch and the cool and tart of the lettuce and acete (vinegar- AH CHET TAY)
That was of course followed by plates of more local cheeses, eaten fresh, along with the ever present BREAD and RED.
The proprietor played the piano, and everyone in this intimate setting cheered and applauded. He was in 'his element'- soaking up the praise and the good time that everyone was having. The decor is sophisticated and fun: wine barrels as chairs, Large painted wall of gals dancing the CAN CAN- and upstairs, a wine shop. Elegant bottles of designer Courvoissier were for sale: along with great bottles of champagne. There were old bottles of Chateauneuf du Pape, and it was displayed in such an aesthetic way- you felt like you were in a museum of oral delight. It is a gem.
This enoteca is located in a place along the lake with NO PARKING.... making the walk from wherever a parking space is found- to it: a bit treacherous. Walking along the narrow, very winding road with 3 " of space between the white line for the cars to drive on ONE SIDE of the line and the walls of the building- means that there is a lot of faith in the little WHITE LINE. A bit TOO much faith, me thinketh. The road along the lake was only constructed in 1938! Before then, you traveled either by boat or foot!
It is a brilliantly sunny and windy day. The lake is abundant with ripples stirring up a bit of life on the lake's surface as it reflects the sparkle of a well lighted day.
Happy Saturday, with smiles.
Judy
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Barbie reigns with coniglio and Mancala
Giovedi, Thursday
Had another great day in paradise on the lake. I was picked up at 9:30am to go to the top of the mountains.... to visit my mountain man + Barbie and Gesu.
It was simply grandiose. The view from mountain man's rustic one room stone home was breathtaking, even with clouds hovering overhead. You could see the lake almost to Lecco, and the way to Como city. It is what Lake Como is about: the mountains, which were visible from this height - to Bergamo and beyond.... and everything in between, including the lakeviews. The boats seemed like tiny toy boats from this altitude.
We dined on rabbit which was cooked with wine and carrots to be TENDER and sweet. Polenta via the brass pot and stirring machine was also on the menu. Home made torte, lots of wine beginning at 10:00am and finishing at 7:30pm.... kept flowing, along with bresoala, incredible local cheeses, roasted pork and ..... did I mention: lots of wine, kept us all laughing and enjoying each others' stories.
There was an eight year old with him mom: and it was GREAT to see how he was a welcome part of the day. The old men were so natural, and at ease.... and it is the way that the Italians sew together the various generations so effortlessly. It is a beautiful thing to see and to be a part of. That was the greatest gift we were given when we moved here with our 3 and 6 year old: they were a part of EVERY day. And welcomed as such. It is not the same as it is at home. Kids are either included, or not. In Italy, kids are ALWAYS included and never considered a nuisance.
Arrived home and played MANCALA- an african bead board game. Last night, Carlyle and I played backgammon.... a game learned in her childhood in Italy. It is a game, like Mancale, where you can have a dialogue and still play. It is a way of being intimate, because you are looking at the board.... and feel anonymous: so great conversations can arise along with the fun of playing a game.
Diego stopped by.... Carlyle and Casey hadn't seen him yet this year. He brought along a friend, and it was a delight to visit and meet a new friend, and greet an OLD FRIEND. It was heart warming to see Diego relate to Carlyle now as a woman. .... as she has been a timid little girl.
It is breezy and delightfully cool and a delightful respite from a day of HOT. I am not speaking as a Floridan.... in terms of heat: but as an Italian, who doesn't suffer heat well.
smiles
Judy
Had another great day in paradise on the lake. I was picked up at 9:30am to go to the top of the mountains.... to visit my mountain man + Barbie and Gesu.
It was simply grandiose. The view from mountain man's rustic one room stone home was breathtaking, even with clouds hovering overhead. You could see the lake almost to Lecco, and the way to Como city. It is what Lake Como is about: the mountains, which were visible from this height - to Bergamo and beyond.... and everything in between, including the lakeviews. The boats seemed like tiny toy boats from this altitude.
We dined on rabbit which was cooked with wine and carrots to be TENDER and sweet. Polenta via the brass pot and stirring machine was also on the menu. Home made torte, lots of wine beginning at 10:00am and finishing at 7:30pm.... kept flowing, along with bresoala, incredible local cheeses, roasted pork and ..... did I mention: lots of wine, kept us all laughing and enjoying each others' stories.
There was an eight year old with him mom: and it was GREAT to see how he was a welcome part of the day. The old men were so natural, and at ease.... and it is the way that the Italians sew together the various generations so effortlessly. It is a beautiful thing to see and to be a part of. That was the greatest gift we were given when we moved here with our 3 and 6 year old: they were a part of EVERY day. And welcomed as such. It is not the same as it is at home. Kids are either included, or not. In Italy, kids are ALWAYS included and never considered a nuisance.
Arrived home and played MANCALA- an african bead board game. Last night, Carlyle and I played backgammon.... a game learned in her childhood in Italy. It is a game, like Mancale, where you can have a dialogue and still play. It is a way of being intimate, because you are looking at the board.... and feel anonymous: so great conversations can arise along with the fun of playing a game.
Diego stopped by.... Carlyle and Casey hadn't seen him yet this year. He brought along a friend, and it was a delight to visit and meet a new friend, and greet an OLD FRIEND. It was heart warming to see Diego relate to Carlyle now as a woman. .... as she has been a timid little girl.
It is breezy and delightfully cool and a delightful respite from a day of HOT. I am not speaking as a Floridan.... in terms of heat: but as an Italian, who doesn't suffer heat well.
smiles
Judy
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
A Swiss, an Italian and the Americans on the Lake
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
A gray day that began with a silky smooth swim in the Lake with Stephanie. Lots of talking before she left for Switzerland and home. Good friends , particularly those over time... help us remember the tapestry of our lives. They weave together memories which may have been dormant, somewhere in the recesses of our minds. Good friends are part of our fabric.
I am sitting in the kitchen watching the boat ferry come into Menaggio from Varenna, followed by a boat passenger ferry. Now, I see an aliscafaro- hydrofoil speed past my view. All in the space of a minute!
I am enjoying the quiet energy of Carlyle and Casey... each relaxed in the living room playing gameboy. No expectations for today, making it perfection. Last evening, we gave a birthday party for an Italian friend. He cooked! It was great. I got to learn how to make spaghetti Carbonara. Carlyle fixed an 'affettato', a typical Italian appetizer dish, which is considered a FIRST course for meals. Mixed meats, olives, raw prosciutto and pancetta... along with a caprese salad. We sang "Tanti Auguri- Happy Birthday", and presented a birthday card with the TORTE of ricotto and mirtillo (blueberry), complete with candles. Our friend said that he might 'cry'. That was sweet. It was a pure delight to share in a Swiss, American and Italian celebration and repast, as we listened to "Lucio Battista" on the CD, Conti and Louis Prima, an American Italian from the USA, back in the Dean Martin days. A cross cultural evening shared with my friends and family: it doesn't get much better than that!
Enjoy your Wednesday.
Smiles
Judy
A gray day that began with a silky smooth swim in the Lake with Stephanie. Lots of talking before she left for Switzerland and home. Good friends , particularly those over time... help us remember the tapestry of our lives. They weave together memories which may have been dormant, somewhere in the recesses of our minds. Good friends are part of our fabric.
I am sitting in the kitchen watching the boat ferry come into Menaggio from Varenna, followed by a boat passenger ferry. Now, I see an aliscafaro- hydrofoil speed past my view. All in the space of a minute!
I am enjoying the quiet energy of Carlyle and Casey... each relaxed in the living room playing gameboy. No expectations for today, making it perfection. Last evening, we gave a birthday party for an Italian friend. He cooked! It was great. I got to learn how to make spaghetti Carbonara. Carlyle fixed an 'affettato', a typical Italian appetizer dish, which is considered a FIRST course for meals. Mixed meats, olives, raw prosciutto and pancetta... along with a caprese salad. We sang "Tanti Auguri- Happy Birthday", and presented a birthday card with the TORTE of ricotto and mirtillo (blueberry), complete with candles. Our friend said that he might 'cry'. That was sweet. It was a pure delight to share in a Swiss, American and Italian celebration and repast, as we listened to "Lucio Battista" on the CD, Conti and Louis Prima, an American Italian from the USA, back in the Dean Martin days. A cross cultural evening shared with my friends and family: it doesn't get much better than that!
Enjoy your Wednesday.
Smiles
Judy
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Skate, Birramisu and kite surfers
Wednesday, August 6, 2013
Swimming last night in the middle of the lake was dreamy. Stephanie, Carlyle, Casey and I swam out far enough to view the three churches that overlook the piazza. The water was black silk, sweet and soft. It wasn't warm. It wasn't cold: refreshing and fun! We giggled lots while bobbing on top of the water.
A bit of aqua freedom at its most liberating. It might have been romantic, if shared with a partner who likes floating, insieme (together), too!
A hot and sunny day without much breeze.... summer has arrived. A friend's birthday prompted a lunch of fish (skate, tuna and crab) on the lake with views of a half dozen kite surfers trying to catch the wind along with wind surfers. It was colorful to watch the variety of colors from the sails dip and dance in the air, as their riders were trying to find to a way to propel themselves. Finished lunch with a BIRRAmisu ( not tiramisu, as this was made with a hint of beer) and a grappa Mirtillo ( a blueberry sweet grappa, which is not available in the US, me thinketh)
A siesta is in order, as a full meal, some heat and the lazy days of summer: dictate.
Hope your Mercoledi is grand, too
Judy
Swimming last night in the middle of the lake was dreamy. Stephanie, Carlyle, Casey and I swam out far enough to view the three churches that overlook the piazza. The water was black silk, sweet and soft. It wasn't warm. It wasn't cold: refreshing and fun! We giggled lots while bobbing on top of the water.
A bit of aqua freedom at its most liberating. It might have been romantic, if shared with a partner who likes floating, insieme (together), too!
A hot and sunny day without much breeze.... summer has arrived. A friend's birthday prompted a lunch of fish (skate, tuna and crab) on the lake with views of a half dozen kite surfers trying to catch the wind along with wind surfers. It was colorful to watch the variety of colors from the sails dip and dance in the air, as their riders were trying to find to a way to propel themselves. Finished lunch with a BIRRAmisu ( not tiramisu, as this was made with a hint of beer) and a grappa Mirtillo ( a blueberry sweet grappa, which is not available in the US, me thinketh)
A siesta is in order, as a full meal, some heat and the lazy days of summer: dictate.
Hope your Mercoledi is grand, too
Judy
Monday, August 5, 2013
A little form of immortality
Lunedi, Monday, August 5, 2013
I have been enjoying my time on the lake with my daughter and her boyfriend. We have gone INTO the soft and silky and refreshing lake a few times, soaking up the coolness of the wet and the warmth of the sun. We found a little spot across the street with steps down into the water. The bottom steps are very slippery getting IN and OUT of the lake: so we bought a rope to attach to one of the OLD metal rings used to tie boats up along the shore. My tall skinny friend.... Mom to Ana Julia who visited earlier came for a few days visit from switzerland. I love Stephanie: she is bright, open, curious and direct. As girls would do- we spoke seamlessly for hours, having not seen each other in a couple of years.
I have been thinking about immortality lately, as I heard from a couple of folks from 30-40 years ago. One from Wheaton days. One from my days in the travel agency, arranging a senior trip for a client. One from when I taught at Venice Junior High School in 1973 & 74. That was a long time ago. I was a young twenty something.... reaching out to capture the minds and imaginations of budding pubescent beings. Optimism was paramount and the whole world was open. I remember thinking, even then: what is the sense of my work- of my life??? Those thoughts came on the heels of knowing that for a year, I might captivate a kid's enthusiasm to learn and to think. I then realized that if this same kid got a boring, or 'downer' of a teacher, all of that energy spent might very well be squelched. It appeared almost fruitless.... my endeavor of making an impact that might last.... And so the self questioning of "What is this work I do, all about?"
I had to steer myself into a mental place where it HAD to make sense and seem of value. So, this is what I came up with, and has become my definition of immortality. I concluded that if I touched a kid and even for a MOMENT, or a YEAR and allowed them to feel good about themselves..... that ALONE would be a benchmark for them to go back and KNOW that they were capable. It would have to be a gift for those kids to KNOW that they could reach into their emotional back pocket and feel valuable and powerful.
Since energy is neither created nor destroyed, it makes sense that the energy I have imparted be transformed into another form.... for something good and positive. Being a conduit is a form of living forever. It is a worthwhile legacy.
I have been thinking of this, as I read an email for a student for 1973, who said "I am a mother of four. I have thought of you often and the kind of impact you made on me, and feel sad that none of my children have ever been touched by a teacher the way you touched me." Humbling and powerful.... and gives credence to those self questioning thoughts I had so many years ago. I am touched and grateful to know I have made a difference, 40 years later.
Life is about who we touch and how we touch. That is the imprint, the point.
I feel good, validated and valued.
Have a great Monday.....from the lake, with smiles and warmth
Judy
I have been enjoying my time on the lake with my daughter and her boyfriend. We have gone INTO the soft and silky and refreshing lake a few times, soaking up the coolness of the wet and the warmth of the sun. We found a little spot across the street with steps down into the water. The bottom steps are very slippery getting IN and OUT of the lake: so we bought a rope to attach to one of the OLD metal rings used to tie boats up along the shore. My tall skinny friend.... Mom to Ana Julia who visited earlier came for a few days visit from switzerland. I love Stephanie: she is bright, open, curious and direct. As girls would do- we spoke seamlessly for hours, having not seen each other in a couple of years.
I have been thinking about immortality lately, as I heard from a couple of folks from 30-40 years ago. One from Wheaton days. One from my days in the travel agency, arranging a senior trip for a client. One from when I taught at Venice Junior High School in 1973 & 74. That was a long time ago. I was a young twenty something.... reaching out to capture the minds and imaginations of budding pubescent beings. Optimism was paramount and the whole world was open. I remember thinking, even then: what is the sense of my work- of my life??? Those thoughts came on the heels of knowing that for a year, I might captivate a kid's enthusiasm to learn and to think. I then realized that if this same kid got a boring, or 'downer' of a teacher, all of that energy spent might very well be squelched. It appeared almost fruitless.... my endeavor of making an impact that might last.... And so the self questioning of "What is this work I do, all about?"
I had to steer myself into a mental place where it HAD to make sense and seem of value. So, this is what I came up with, and has become my definition of immortality. I concluded that if I touched a kid and even for a MOMENT, or a YEAR and allowed them to feel good about themselves..... that ALONE would be a benchmark for them to go back and KNOW that they were capable. It would have to be a gift for those kids to KNOW that they could reach into their emotional back pocket and feel valuable and powerful.
Since energy is neither created nor destroyed, it makes sense that the energy I have imparted be transformed into another form.... for something good and positive. Being a conduit is a form of living forever. It is a worthwhile legacy.
I have been thinking of this, as I read an email for a student for 1973, who said "I am a mother of four. I have thought of you often and the kind of impact you made on me, and feel sad that none of my children have ever been touched by a teacher the way you touched me." Humbling and powerful.... and gives credence to those self questioning thoughts I had so many years ago. I am touched and grateful to know I have made a difference, 40 years later.
Life is about who we touch and how we touch. That is the imprint, the point.
I feel good, validated and valued.
Have a great Monday.....from the lake, with smiles and warmth
Judy
Friday, August 2, 2013
A father's birthday, a son's birthday and a daughter's arrival
Venerdi, Friday, August 2, 2013
My son is 32 today. My dad was 93 two days ago. That circle, again. One man beginning his life and the other in the waning part of his. One man with a first love of his life. The other WISHING he had ONE LAST love of his life. Or, perhaps- just a snuggle and a snatch of something feminine.
I called my Dad on his birthday, but was advised NOT to speak with him as he had been agitated all day. He was trying to escape the memory wing of the assisted living facility which is now his home. He kept saying that he wanted to leave and go live with his wife Beverly in Colorado. The sad thing is that: he has NO WIFE. And, Beverly, his former girlfriend lives in Bradenton- NOT Colorado. He was SOO BAD, the nurse called my brother Eddie who is 'in charge' of all things HOWARD (Dad). Our father said to Eddie on the phone "YOU USED TO BE THE GOOD KID. The NICE ONE. What happened?" I loved it. It is true, Eddie was always the 'angel' in the family. I obviously was NOT. And, I was always reminded of that detail. So, I loved hearing he might have been demoted after 64 years! Life is good. He was so agitated that he was given an adavan. God Bless medicinal solutions! At least, I know that the nurses were appreciative at that moment.
I felt that I had been a dutiful daughter in calling. The fact that I didn't get to speak with him: was irrelevant. The point was that I CALLED and was paying attention.
And in the middle of that circle, my daughter and her boyfriend arrived yesterday. I had the biggest poo-poo eatin' grin on my face all day. This was their first peek at our new home: Carlyle said "Mommie, it is fantastic. I am proud of the work you did!" Validation at its best. Approval is such a necessary attribute for self esteem. Particularly from those who are close and particularly when it is rare to hear. This few weeks will give her a much needed perspective in determining what she wants in her life as she 'grows up'. She has been stuck, me thinketh. Perhaps this time in Italy will give her a nudge, to let her know that the world is indeed HERS for the taking and giving.
I picked them up from Como city in a friend's borrowed old Fiat Panda. A car at its very basic. Nothing extra: no radio. no air conditioning. no electric windows. But, it went forward when commanded, stopped and went into reverse! I needed nothing more. The kidlets and I strolled the village, stopping for a drink/s and appertivo, sipping in the slow life along the lake in summer. They are excited to be back here. It is home for my daughter who has spent many years here. There is something that reaches deep inside of her, and completes her. Perhaps it is the carefree memories of summer when she had her brother, mom and dad all to herself. No school. No work. This defines her differently than Sarasota.
Went to bed at 7:00pm. A drop dead fabulous sound sleep. Woke up at 11:00am and had a bite to eat with the kids and chatted for an hour before I continued my horizontal retreat. Today is marcchetino day.... and life cycles around to the beginning of another weekend. The weather is glorious- sunny, a slight breeze which caresses the face. I will miss not having my son here today on his birthday, as each year for 2 decades we would celebrate with a very large PARTY, with the townsfolk. An American party for the little American boy who grew up here in the summers.
Happy Friday, and thanks for reading. Please Please continue. Yeah for your support.
Smiles,
Judy
My son is 32 today. My dad was 93 two days ago. That circle, again. One man beginning his life and the other in the waning part of his. One man with a first love of his life. The other WISHING he had ONE LAST love of his life. Or, perhaps- just a snuggle and a snatch of something feminine.
I called my Dad on his birthday, but was advised NOT to speak with him as he had been agitated all day. He was trying to escape the memory wing of the assisted living facility which is now his home. He kept saying that he wanted to leave and go live with his wife Beverly in Colorado. The sad thing is that: he has NO WIFE. And, Beverly, his former girlfriend lives in Bradenton- NOT Colorado. He was SOO BAD, the nurse called my brother Eddie who is 'in charge' of all things HOWARD (Dad). Our father said to Eddie on the phone "YOU USED TO BE THE GOOD KID. The NICE ONE. What happened?" I loved it. It is true, Eddie was always the 'angel' in the family. I obviously was NOT. And, I was always reminded of that detail. So, I loved hearing he might have been demoted after 64 years! Life is good. He was so agitated that he was given an adavan. God Bless medicinal solutions! At least, I know that the nurses were appreciative at that moment.
I felt that I had been a dutiful daughter in calling. The fact that I didn't get to speak with him: was irrelevant. The point was that I CALLED and was paying attention.
And in the middle of that circle, my daughter and her boyfriend arrived yesterday. I had the biggest poo-poo eatin' grin on my face all day. This was their first peek at our new home: Carlyle said "Mommie, it is fantastic. I am proud of the work you did!" Validation at its best. Approval is such a necessary attribute for self esteem. Particularly from those who are close and particularly when it is rare to hear. This few weeks will give her a much needed perspective in determining what she wants in her life as she 'grows up'. She has been stuck, me thinketh. Perhaps this time in Italy will give her a nudge, to let her know that the world is indeed HERS for the taking and giving.
I picked them up from Como city in a friend's borrowed old Fiat Panda. A car at its very basic. Nothing extra: no radio. no air conditioning. no electric windows. But, it went forward when commanded, stopped and went into reverse! I needed nothing more. The kidlets and I strolled the village, stopping for a drink/s and appertivo, sipping in the slow life along the lake in summer. They are excited to be back here. It is home for my daughter who has spent many years here. There is something that reaches deep inside of her, and completes her. Perhaps it is the carefree memories of summer when she had her brother, mom and dad all to herself. No school. No work. This defines her differently than Sarasota.
Went to bed at 7:00pm. A drop dead fabulous sound sleep. Woke up at 11:00am and had a bite to eat with the kids and chatted for an hour before I continued my horizontal retreat. Today is marcchetino day.... and life cycles around to the beginning of another weekend. The weather is glorious- sunny, a slight breeze which caresses the face. I will miss not having my son here today on his birthday, as each year for 2 decades we would celebrate with a very large PARTY, with the townsfolk. An American party for the little American boy who grew up here in the summers.
Happy Friday, and thanks for reading. Please Please continue. Yeah for your support.
Smiles,
Judy
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