Photo credit (Edmonton skyline) to Terry Elniski and Eric Hossinger (Bergamo skyline).
A Tale of Two Cities: Bergamo and Edmonton11/25/2015 2 Comments
I leave for Edmonton, Alberta, Canada in one week today. Thought I'd do a quick post on these two cities that will always be part of my definition of 'home'. Together they make up home for me. Funny because they are so different- one a frozen, modern winter wonderland complete with watercolored sunsets and bright lights; the other, a medieval sanctuary protected by ancient stone walls, guarded by tolling bells and encompassed by golden sunsets and hot, thick, summery air. There trademark seasons are also different. Edmonton's is winter. While summers are fantastic, there's nothing quite like grabbing a candy cane hot chocolate from Second Cup and taking your car for a spin down Candy Cane Lane, or huddling around the bonfire after an evening skate at Hawrelak Park and pretending you don't secretly have Baileys and coffee in your thermos. Bergamo's trademark is summer. Summers in Italy in general are unbeatable. The upper city comes alive with the outdoor restaurants and bars lining the stone walls, giving diners and drinkers an unparalleled view of the lower city. The Italians come out late and stay out late, throwing back another 'bionda media' while trying to sober up for the long walk back down, or the journey back home on a motorcycle or Vespa. And so this is the tale of two cities, or shall I say, the tale of my two cities.
Photo credit (Edmonton skyline) to Terry Elniski and Eric Hossinger (Bergamo skyline).
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Random Everyday Things That Annoy Me in Italy11/23/2015 0 Comments
I'm never a grouch (unless I haven't had carbohydrates in more than 24 hours), but I thought I'd try to be a bit of a Scrooge for this post to share with you the everyday things that get on my nerves in Italy. They are really minor and probably only annoy me.
What's on your list?! Read this post on My Biggest Language Pet Peeve if you liked what you just read. Or, you might also like my rant on Hardships of the Non-White Expat in Italy!
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Milan UNCOVERED11/21/2015 0 Comments
If you need to know about Milan, I'm the last person you want to talk to. I can count the times I've been on one hand. I was, however, contacted by and they shared this wonderfully-done video on the city that is such a stranger to me. I want to be part of the Milan in this video. That's the thing about her- she's not beautiful at first sight (unless you stand in Piazza Duomo), she's rather like that artsy girl in the corner, covered in paint (or graffiti in Milan's case), big plastic glasses, baggy clothes, no make-up: her beauty is hidden. To uncover Milan's, I think you need to really delve into the internal beauty but in order to do so, you have to live there. So stay tuned for more on Milan because next week, I'll be doing just that by taking a tour with a local with the website Withlocals (www.withlocals.com).
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Sh*t My Italian Friends Say- Part 211/21/2015 0 Comments I've got two more to add to the list, here they are: Where's the cocaine? Translation: Where's the Kokanee? Commentary: Kokanee is a popular Canadian beer brewed in British Columbia. One of my Italian friends literally asked for crack at the liquor store, meaning to say the name of the beer of course. Fist me! Translation: Fist bump/"pound it"/knuckles (depending if you're British/Canadian/Australian it seems). Commentary: The most innocent mistake, obviously said by a girl when asking a dude to 'fist bump'. Of course we spent the remainder of the evening asking people to fist. If you haven't seen the original post, here it is: Sh*t My Italian Friends Say
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The Best Worst Mistakes Made by English-Speakers in Italian11/19/2015 0 Comments
Over the years, I've had my share of flubs in Italian. That just goes with learning a language and all those times you put the wrong emphasis on the wrong syllable. Now I've previously done a post on Sh*t My Italian Friends Say to highlight all their best worst moments, but last night at Aperitivo in Lingua here in Bergamo (below), I may have heard the winner from an Australian learning Italian (no names will be include to protect the innocent), basically it goes like this:
Being an au pair, she was conversing with her 2 year old charge when she ended up calling the cat what she thought was the correct Italian word: "catso" (say that aloud and you'll hear that it sure sounds like "cazzo", a not so nice word to say to a 2 year old). Needless to say, all the expats had an absolute hoot with this- the possibilities were just endless: Would you like to pet my "catso"? Wanna come over and see my "catso"? "I have a really hairy "catso"....and the list goes on. AMAZING. This will keep me laughing for days. Let me know your worst slip of the tongue in Italian in the comments or via e-mail as per usual!
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The Wednesday Recipe: For a Good Life11/18/2015 0 Comments
Little bit on the corny-side today, but since I haven't done a "Wednesday Recipe" in what seems like ages (work will do that to you), I thought I'd share my recipe for attaining my 'dolce vita':
1 part Italy 1 part perseverance 1 part patience 2 parts good red wine a pinch of luck Shake ingredients together vigorously until well-mixed.
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Wildfox Couture Does La Dolce Vita and Ci Piace11/12/2015 0 Comments
Put your credit cards away amiche! If you're a self-professed italophile, you NEED to check out the Winter 2015 Collection by Wildfox Couture, click here. VOGLIO TUTTO! This collection is basically MY LIFE, written on clothes:
Not on my 'wish list' any longer. Wild Couture, per favore, help a girl out and sent these to Italy! x
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The Seven Types of Friends an Expat in Italy Has11/11/2015 0 Comments
It's been almost a year in Italy and thankfully, I actually have friends...! Miraculous. Out at dinner yesterday with some of them, I got to thinking (whenever I write this, it makes me think of Carrie's voiceovers in Sex and the City)...when you're an expat and able to communicate (most of the time!) che in your native language sia in your adopted country's language, you end up having AT LEAST seven friend categories. Here they are in no particular order:
1. The Italian Friends You Speak Italian With 2. The English Mothertongue Friends You Speak English With 3. The Italian Friends You Speak English With 4. The English Mothertongue Friends You Speak Italian With 5. The Friends That You Switch Back and Forth With 6. The Non-English Mothertongue/Non-Italian Friends You Speak Italian With 7. The Non-English Mothertongue/Non-Italian Mothertongue Friends You Speak English With Now try saying those three times fast. It's VERY bizarre. But I actually have friends in all these categories. I have this theory (actually I stole this theory from the person who told it to me)- the language in which you initially meet a person usually ends up being the default language that you use for the rest of your relationship. Massi has a friend, for example, that was very good at English seven years ago when I spoke no Italian and we went on a road trip together. To this day, I always associate him with that trip and with English and it's strange to speak to him in Italian. Instead, I have a friend that is Ukrainian, so English has never been an option, and we speak Italian together. Last case study is a dude I know from California, we like to do the mix and match of both languages, doing one word or one sentence in one language before switching to the other. There is really no rhyme or reason to this madness. Can you relate?
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You don't have to live forever-11/6/2015 0 Comments
...you just have to live. I've tapped one of my all-time favourite books for my English students to read for book club, Tuck Everlasting. Natalie Babbitt writes: Do not fear death, but rather the unlived life. So do it. Whatever it is you're thinking about. And dance while you're at it. Like when you're eighteen and wearing a sari for the heck of it during a night out in Kathmandhu, Nepal and the band is playing and you don't understand the words but you sure understand how much fun the locals are having so it must be good. And don't just inch in and shuffle your feet, jump in, throw your arms and hair back with exuberance and laugh. Laugh at the ridiculous beauty of the moment, being completely conscious of the fact that that moment is your life and you will never get a re-do, another chance to dance. I always get nods of approval, pats on the back, and wide-eyed wonder mixed with admiration whenever I tell people that I moved abroad and you might not guess it, but it makes me immensely sad. Because it's not that I'm living abroad, I'm just living the life I dreamed for myself and the fact that the latter is something to be admired, to be deserving of wide-eyed wonder, means that too few of us are doing this. x
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