Reasons to love winter

Dec 22


Probably everyone knows the one main reason that I love winter so much...skiing! For me, there is nothing else like it. It's the perfect combination of a great workout and the most exhilarating thrill you can find next to actually flying. I love it. It's the reason that I'm spending my holiday season here in Italy. Lucky for me, I had the opportunity a few weekends ago to try out the mountains here for the first time with some good friends. God smiled on me and gave us the most beautiful weather we could have asked for. Relatively warm, super sunny, and lots of fresh snow. I know this is not likely to happen again for the rest of the time I am here, but I still can't wait to go back. In less than a week, we'll be back in the mountains again for the holiday season.


Reason #2...productions, pageants, and festivities. I love the holiday spirit and joy in the air. Last weekend I was at home with the 3 munchkins for the entire weekend as their parents ran off to Holland (I know...lucky me). So on Saturday night, I was in need of getting out of the house and promised them we could go to the cinema to see Rapunzel. Bad idea to ever promise children something that's not set in stone. They have never been to the cinema before (and didn't even know their town had one) so they were quite excited. Sure enough, after the adventure of getting everyone dressed up, in the car, and spending 30 min looking for parking, we get to the cinema to find out that Rapunzel wasn't playing. Nevertheless, I was saved by the Christmas festivities. I had no idea ahead of time, but Saturday night there was a town-wide living Nativity production. We were there too early in the afternoon to actually see the production; however, we did at least have a lovely stroll through town seeing everyone dressed up in clothing from biblical times, buildings and scenes creating Jerusalem, live animals of all sorts, and people endlessly offering 'my kids' every sweet, candy, hot chocolate, and focaccia imaginable. All in all...good times with the exception of Claudio's little hands almost freezing off and me feeling like a really terrible mom for getting him out in the cold.

Yesterday, I had the immense pleasure of going to Isabella's school to watch her 2nd grade Christmas production. Mind you...it didn't really have anything to do with Christmas or the story of Jesus' birth. The theme was all about the life of a little boy named Ciro. Guess what part Isabella played?! Yep, the baby while it was still in mommy's tummy. Haha. It was the strangest children's production I have ever seen. I loved it!

Christmas is, of course, the biggest event of the winter season and should be celebrated in all of it's glory.  I know it's become almost cliche to say, but I really do hope to remember the reason I celebrate and to serve as a reminder to others. I often joke here with the Italians because there are so many religious holidays and no one ever seems to know what they are actually celebrating. Literally, I ask everyone, and no one can tell me. At least with Christmas we all know, but let's really celebrate what a wonderful gift we were given on this day two thousand years ago. My current environment is drenched with nativity scenes and reminders of Baby Gesù, and yet it's so easy to completely overlook.

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When in Rome...

Dec 08


Well...I'm back. After trips like this and so much time away from my blog, it's hard to really find the words to sum things up. I should start by saying that I am so blessed and grateful to have such amazing friends that would fly across oceans to come visit me and spend their holidays here. Thanksgiving at home is typically my favorite holiday because of the delicious food and great company, so I knew it would be hard to miss out on. However, thanks to my little vacation, I hardly even realized I was missing anything. We did try to find a traditional American feast in Firenze (Florence), but were somewhat unsuccessful. So Italian food it was! Oh well. I've really been learning to fully embrace the Italian culture, people, and food lately while I'm here instead of complaining about the things that I think are different or that I don't agree with. This includes learning to love eating only Italian food...every day.

Our vacation was fairly standard for the most part: complete with museums, shopping, sightseeing, climbing lots of stairs to see views of each city, pictures, gelato, wine, and some great Italian discoteca dancing. Of course, we personalized our trip as well by adding in some flooding waters, some football games, missed trains and flights, driving a rental car all over Italy, and of course protesting and rioting in Rome. We also met some fabulous friends along the way. Bruno and Suzie from our B&B in Firenze really made our stay there very special. They were some of the nicest and most helpful people along our journey. After Firenze and Roma, we drove up to visit the smaller towns of Siena and Orvieto. Both were definitely worth the visit and I wish we could have stayed longer. By chance, we arrived in Siena on their patron saint's day, December 1st. So when we walked into the main town square there was a parade in honor of Saint Ansanus, the protector of the city, leading to a townwide mass in the duomo. In the hilltop town of Orvieto, we experienced some incredible views of the Italian countryside and toured the underground caves and taverns built centuries ago below the city, but still in use today.

Friday's journey back home for both Eric and I was a bit of a disaster, but we eventually made it to our respective homes and can now (maybe) laugh about the situation. I had to work Saturday afternoon and all day Sunday, but was completely exhausted and slept until about noon on Monday. I think I may finally be caught up now. We'll see.

On a separate note, the holidays are fast approaching and I'm already getting tastes of how things are celebrated here in Italy! Last night we had a Christmas feast with some of Sara's side of the family. Really, you think I would have learned after 6 months here how to pace myself with the food. But of course, after about the 4th DELICIOUS course, I thought we were about done and helped myself to seconds of pasta. Ooops...there was still about 3 more courses. I didn't eat anything today until 4pm. Aside from this, there was the traditional fawning over the children. Grandparents scrambling to squeeze the little ones who only wanted to be held by their mom (mammoni is a very important word here). Then the children were promptly fed first and sent off to watch cartoons in the separate house while the adults cheerfully ate, drank, discussed very slang terms and sayings in a dialect I don't understand, and got into heated (they call it 'passionate') discussions regarding proper wines and methods of production. I love it!

As it stands, my plans are to stay here through the holidays. I'm sorry to everyone that was hoping to see me over the Christmas break, but Italy calls! I can't pass up the chance to see babbo natale visit the children and take a few ski trips in the Alps. :) But don't get me wrong...I do really miss you guys!

Here I go again

Nov 24

Time for another vacation! Tomorrow morning (yes, Thanksgiving day) I'm heading out on a 6 hour train ride down to Florence where I will be meeting some fabulous friends from the good ole US of A! I will be gone for nine days on a little Italian adventure through Florence, Rome, and maybe one or two still undetermined places. I can not wait! I've been to these cities before, but it was a very long time ago...maybe around 10 years. So I am very much looking forward to seeing them again and staying a bit longer. Of course, I'm most looking forward to seeing my friends, Rachel, Eric, Steph, and John, who are coming from all over the US and Canada just to see ME! Ok, they may actually be coming to see Italy, but I like to think it's just for me. :) Good times are sure to be had.

Right now, I'm in superdrive mode trying to finish cleaning my room and bathroom, doing laundry, emailing contacts, booking last minute trains, working, and eventually packing at some point tonight. So I've got to run now. You won't hear from me for a little bit. But I hope everyone back home has a great Thanksgiving holiday! I'm still looking for someone in Florence that can serve me some turkey...but so far no luck. Oh well. Ciao!

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My teeth!!

Nov 20

I had my first ever dream about my teeth falling out last night. Not gonna lie...it kind of freaked me out. It was disturbing. They were just crumbling in my mouth at the slightest touch.

I know this is supposedly the most common type of dream, so I've always thought it was weird that I've never experienced it. I also never dream about being naked, falling, or being chased. No, my dreams are generally much, much stranger than the norm.

In any case...what is this dream supposed to mean again? Any theories?

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One step higher

Nov 18


So I've taken up this new hobby of going rockclimbing at Vertigo in Pollenzo about once a week. The only problem is that I am not very good. I'm not saying this as an insult to myself...I'm not terrible. It's just that I've never really tried this sport on a regular basis before. However, after my first or second visit I was a little discouraged because almost everyone else at this gym is a very, very talented climber. They practice and train in their spare time, visit the gym every time it's open, and go 'real' climbing or bouldering on the weekends together. This is not my goal - I only go for the exercise and socializing. So what reason is there for me to be discouraged?

Instead, I have found lately that climbing is a very motivating activity. I don't have to be able to conquer every course in the gym. My goal is simply to improve, little by little, each time that I go. To reach that next block. To finish a course that I couldn't the week before. I push myself at my own pace and according to my personal aspirations. It is very rewarding. I don't have to compare my path to the paths of others, or my accomplishments to theirs. It's a personal journey.

I have found this to be a very meaningful analogy to life and how I want to approach it. Each of us lives his/her own life story according to their personal goals and direction. Why compare? Why look at what someone else is doing and wonder if we should be doing the same? We are all different. I want to take my life one step at a time, continually making small improvements, and following where God is taking me personally. Not being afraid to fall. Always moving one step higher...

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Sometimes waking up at 7:30am is worth it...

Nov 08

God is with me...still...even here. I love the way He works.

Torre Pellice

As you can imagine, it has been rather hard for me to have spent the past 5 months so far in Northern Italy without a church to attend or any other kind of Christian fellowship. I love my friends here and the experiences that I've had, but I really miss that nourishment and accountability that comes from being involved in a believing community. Lucky for me, there is a very special person God has placed in my life here that knows this about me and offered to drive me 1.5 hours away to attend a protestant evangelical church in a mountain town called Torre Pellice. Upon arrival to the town, I spotted a guy walking down the street with a Bible (which is a fairly uncommon practice around here), so I asked if there was a protestant church nearby that we could attend. Andrea kindly led us to his church where we were then introduced to what seemed like every member of the congregation. Each person was extremely friendly and loving, offering us coffee and taking us around to meet everyone else. After about 10 minutes, a few people showed up that could speak some English with me, and then after the service I even met a few Americans, Dutch, and South Africans that live there working with a ministry called Operation Mobilisation (OM). I knew about this ministry before moving to Italy, but I didn't realize exactly where they were located or that they would all happen to attend the same tiny little church that I did yesterday morning. I felt totally at home as God's love wrapped around me. The words to the worship songs were shown on a screen so I could sing along and even understand most of it. Two of the songs I grew up singing back in the States so it was very powerful for me to hear the Italian versions. Then, to my great surprise, the guest speaker for yesterday's sermon just happened to be a Scottish man who gave the sermon in English with an Italian translator helping out everyone else. I loved it! I am convinced that did not happen by chance. God's hand was involved in letting me hear His word being taught when I truly needed it. Afterwards, we were invited out to lunch by a group of English speakers for more fellowship and great conversation. My day was very blessed. 

Tempio Evangelica Waldensian
Following lunch, we left our new friends and ventured up into the mountains. We drove up and up into a little town called Angrogna in the western Cottian Alps. This is where the group of Protestants called the Waldensians migrated to and found refuge during the Reformation of the late 15th and 16th century. The Waldensians existed from the 12th century; however almost all of them throughout Europe along with most other early protestant groups were persecuted and demolished except for this small group that managed to defend themselves in this inaccessible mountain region of the Southwestern Alps. We found memorials and remembrances throughout the land as well as one of the oldest evangelical churches still in existence. It was a beautiful fall day for a walk in the mountains with the trees all varieties of colors. It was truly Italian farming country. There were pigs grazing, roosters, flocks of sheep, horses, etc. My favorite thing was that as we were standing on the point of this mountain, overlooking all of the countryside and valleys below, the sound of ringing cow bells penetrated the air. It was an unforgettable experience to be able to attend church in such an important, historical place for the Protestants in the region. A good reminder of the many that were tortured and burnt at the stake just for their faith. How lucky I am!


Lastly, on our return trip in the afternoon, we stopped in for a tour of Saluzzo. This is a larger, medieval city, if I can call it a city, that is just beautiful. From the Castiglia (an old prison/fortress), there are great views overlooking the city with it's bell towers and fall colors. My day could not have been better. God works in so many unexpected ways and through people that probably don't even realize it. 

I should also mention that I've made up my mind about whether to stay here or not, but I am not going to share yet what the decision is. There are still a few uncertainties. In time...

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Should I stay or should I go?

Nov 02

Thus brings me to the topic on everyone's mind. You have no idea how many times per day I get asked how long I will be here in Italy, if I have made up my mind about staying, where I've decided to go to school, etc. Those of you that know me best know that I hate making decisions...especially big life decisions that shape my entire future. It is very difficult for me and these topics are a source of major stress in my life right now. This is partly why I have not been blogging nearly as much as usual, because every moment of my free time is taken over by online research on various topics and schools, as well as getting some much needed counsel from loved ones. Ironic that I'm the one wanting to go to school to become a counselor. 

Anyway, I haven't quite made up my mind yet as my opinions on the matter change daily. There are far too many details and pros/cons that go into this for me to even begin to describe. It's funny because during the first 3 or 4 months that I was in Italy, I completely ignored all of these decisions and was just wanting to enjoy my time here. I commented that I felt like I was watching a movie of my life and just waiting to see what would happen next. I played a very inactive role in actually making any decisions. I guess that finally caught up with me and I realized that I need to be getting some things done myself and taking the initiative to plan my future. Now, that has completely taken over and often I feel like I can't just live my life here in Italy and enjoy it in the moment. 

I am working on a compromise between the two ideas.

A decision will have to be made very very soon, so I will be sure to keep you posted. However, if you want more info than what I am willing to post on my blog for the entire world to see, you will have to give me a call or an email/message and I would love to chat more. I miss all of you back home...you mean the world to me. Keep praying that our all-knowing God will continue to cradle me in His mighty hands and never let me go. 

On a more light-hearted note... Halloween here was a blast. We had a great party at a bed and breakfast in a vineyard overlooking the entire countryside. The costumes were great, the food delicious and full of pumpkin, the dancing was classic, and there was a wonderful international guest list including a few other Americans that I hadn't met yet! For my costume, I decided to fully embrace my Americana in all its glory. The only downside to the night was the rain outside which put a damper on our adventure to the discoteca after the party. But when I say adventure... I mean it. We were 3 full sized adults, dressed ridiculously, and piled into a little clown car (aka SMART car). Needless to say, Steve and I got very close very quickly. Good times!



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What would Italy be without wine...?

Oct 26

Ok, I must apologize for the lack of blogging lately. It's a long story, but I've been very focused and caught up in the mess of trying to plan my entire future. It has taken up the majority of the little bit of free time that I leave myself here. However, that is all another story for another day.

Our prized white truffle
For now, I wanted to update everyone on how the truffle tasting went! I know the suspense has been killing you. We had quite the feast, as typical here in Italy. 'If you're not going to do something the BEST, don't do it at all'. There were many courses to our meal as well as very expensive drinks. Although, the main event was the truffle. First it was brushed off and examined, then passed around the table for each person to individually examine and smell (as if the odor wasn't strong enough for our neighbors down the hill to pick up). Finally it was carefully sliced over everyone's egg pasta noodles, and next thing you know...it's gone. Just like that. Devoured. Verdict: I thought it was actually quite good. Better than I expected based on the smell. I was told that it is a bit of an acquired taste, but the taste is not very strong. From what I understand, you are mainly paying for the 'aroma'. Anyway, I would eat it again anytime that it was served to me, but I don't know that it's worth it to me to spend that kind of money on something. You guys know me...practical and cheap.

Fishing for wine
Meanwhile, the White Truffle festival here in Alba is still going on in full force. Sunday (the 17th) was a day full of truffles, games, parades, and of course wine. Vino flows like water through the streets here in Alba...literally. I walked right through a river of red wine on accident and almost ruined some of my new shoes. Everyone in town that was working the festival was dressed in their full renaissance garments. The town center was divided into different sections for each 'borg' to decorate and show off their traditional foods, wines, and other gift items. They also had all kinds of games and competitions such as archery, dart throwing (where the target was a hanging piece of salami), ringing a wine bottle with a fishing pole, and guessing which house a guinea pig would go into. Each of these cost €1 to participate in and guess what you win?!? A bottle of wine. Needless to say, throughout the morning/afternoon/evening you couldn't walk through the streets without seeing groups of families and friends passing around their winnings and then going back for more. I actually saw one big group hanging out by the salami darts game while their chosen competitors were winning bottle after bottle and giving them each to the mother who was using the bottom shelf her sleeping baby's stroller to stack and transport all of them home. All in all, it was a great day of being with friends and making new ones!


Next topic...Halloween! We have been very deliberate about getting people together to celebrate and dress up for Halloween (because it's not really a big thing over here), but I haven't thought once about a costume. Now I've got a party to attend on Sunday night and I have no ideas. Any help? I have to find something that is easy to make or buy here in Italy, and something that Italians would know and understand. My 'host mom' has offered me her red devil horns, tail, and cape that she used while she was in D.C. a while ago. However, that's just not quite me. I mean really, we all know I'm an angel.  :)  I would also love to hear back from you guys on what you are going as this year!! Let me know and feel free to share any ideas with me.

Truffles...everywhere!

Oct 13



Sunday, October 3rd marked the start of the 80th Annual Fiera Internazionale del Tartufo Bianco d'Alba (International Festival of the White Truffle of Alba). For those of you that don't know anything about what a truffle is, and it's not a candy, please go to the link and check out the info. It's basically a type of underground funghi that 'truffle hunters' use dogs to sniff out in the woods. My town, Alba, is obsessed with them. This festival is well-known throughout Europe and people have come here from everywhere. Every Sunday in October (and into November) there are events, markets, parades, shows, and all kinds of food. The town is packed to the brim with tourists from all over the world. It's quite crazy, but I'm loving hearing some more English speakers come to town. :) 
The first Sunday, I ventured out on my bicycle into town and, after navigating through an entire main street that was shut down due to the market, I ran straight into the Renaissance Parade. This was no ordinary parade. It was everywhere. Various parades through all the different streets in the main center of town hosted by different 'borgs'. There are 9 borgs here in Alba (which are like different neighborhoods or sections of town) and they each have their own names, traditions, colors, foods, etc. So the whole day was a competition between the borgs - who had the best costumes...who gave the best parade...who showed the most entertaining exhibition...and lastly, whose donkey won the race. That's right, at the end of the afternoon was the 'Palio degli Asini' (aka...the donkey race). It was one of the most ridiculous things I've seen the Italian people do. A bunch of men dressed as jockeys and riding these extremely slow and stubborn animals who proceed to stop and go the opposite direction, or better yet to jump over the hay bail barriers or buck their riders off. Yet, this is what the people of Alba live for each year. The winner of the Palio degli Asini is a very big deal.  

Most importantly...how to eat the truffle. I am not an expert on this yet, but I have just been informed that Sara and Luca have purchased a white truffle so I will finally get to taste this famed food. The festival does not give out any kind of free samples because they are so expensive, in fact you have to pay just to get into the certified 'truffle market' to make a purchase. One truffle, about the size of my fist, can cost several hundred euro. You do not wash the truffle and you keep in enclosed at all times in order to preserve the very pungent odor (because that's what you're paying for). After brushing it off, you use a very special truffle slicing contraption measured for just the right thickness of slice you desire. Generally the shavings are very thin and eaten over egg noodles, eggs, or raw meat also from this region. I think our big dinner is tomorrow night, so I'll let you guys know how it goes. I hear they are an acquired taste!  

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Humorous tidbits

Oct 03

1. I heard a statistic this week that the average age for Italian 'children' to move out of their parent's house is now 31 years old. I think the average marriage age is about 30 years old, so this corresponds well.

2. I weighed myself for the first time since I've been in Italy (4 months)...Verdict: I have gained 7 lbs.  :(  I was really hoping that all the walking, hiking, biking, swimming, and playing I have been doing was counteracting the Italian food. Guess not.

3. Even though technology here is sometimes very behind, in my opinion, there are still many places with high-tech, systematic processes, and I often do not know how to carry out simple functions...like paying for food. Here are two examples from last week:        

Coppa Gelato
At the Bowling Alley: As you are bowling you receive tickets (much like at Chuck E. Cheese) based on your score. I tried to simply take these to the case of prizes and tell them what I wanted. But no. First, you must enter the tickets into the counting machine to get a printed receipt. Take that to the counter, and you then must register all of your life info in order to receive a membership card. Take that card to another machine, scan the barcode, search online until you find the prize you desire, enter that code number, and get yet another receipt. Take this to the main counter and the man will go to the back room and bring you your prize. Mine was a gelato dish. :) However, they also had everything else you could think of... kitchen appliances, hair straighteners, alcohol detectors, watches, skates and skateboards, flasks, helmets/bikes, and much more.

At a Turin Discoteca: When we walked in we received a punchcard because apparently you HAVE to drink something before leaving. They stamp your card as you order drinks. Then you must take that to the cash register hub (across the room) and pay for everything. This is when we discovered in dismay that getting just a coke was going to cost 18 euros! We just wanted to dance! Anyway, they then print you another special receipt which you must present to the bouncers in order to exit. The coat check is a whole other story...

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Our greatest commission

Sep 28

What am I doing here? What am I doing anywhere? Am I loving people? Am I showing God's love? Am I a disciple?

Matthew 28:16-20
This is God's call to ALL of us as Christians...not only the foreign missionaries. Thanks to a tip from a good friend of mine, I decided to download and listen to Michael Easley's message on the Great Commission at Fellowship Bible Church. It was very straightforward in showing how God has commanded us to lead our lives. It's not just a favor that He's asking politely for. It is an order from the Highest Authority.

This message came at a great time for me. I have been given the opportunity to share deep parts of my faith with three very key people in my life right now. There is, of course, much more to all of this story than what I will write in my blog, but this week has been such a great challenge and eye-opener for me regarding how I want to live my life. We are always commissioned to be His disciples. We, as Christians, are all very much sinners - saved by His grace. However, we can't let that (our imperfection) keep us from sharing what God did for each of us on the cross and the unconditional love that He has for us!

Through this, I have also been forced to back up my beliefs in many ways. Sometimes, I wish I could go back to my 11th grade Apologetics class. The witnessing of the Catholic system here has been part of what has allowed me to open up and pose questions to some people. We took Isabella (6 years old) to sign up for Catechism classes on Saturday. These will be held every other week throughout this school year to prepare her for her first communion. On Sunday, I attended mass with the family. I was able to understand a bit more than when I first moved here, but most of it was still over my head. This was mainly due not to the fact that I can't speak Italian, but that I'm not a part of the Catholic faith and don't know any of the movements, sayings/repetitions, songs, etc. For reasons I don't know, I was forced to sit in the very front row, right on the center isle. I was about eight feet from the priest (whom I have met several times), and it seemed like he was glaring at me the entire time for being there and not participating in anything. I'm sure this feeling was just because I felt so out of place. The only thing I did participate in was at the end when everyone shook hands and said 'Pace', which means Peace. The whole experience opened up many doors for me to learn about others and ask/receive stirring questions.

People here are born into Catholicism. However, many people that I've encountered so far (Catholics included) do not actually believe in a God. When I ask why they are Catholic, they respond something like "because my parents raised me this way", or better yet, "because I'm Italian". I have also been asked recently "and what about you? Are your parents also protestant Christian?" To which I respond, "Yes, my parents raised me in the Christian faith", but I hope that we all have better answers than that. I believe that I was fortunate enough to grow up in a family that also believes the Truth! It was my decision to believe what I do, and I want to share this faith with everyone. I want to be the disciple that God has called me to be.

Many people here can tell that I am very different. I stand out for sure. My prayer is that this won't be just because I'm American, but because I'm a follower of God. I hope this has been the case so far, but I want to make it clear. I have to pour out God's love.

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In and around Alba

Sep 24


I have finally gotten to start experiencing life here in Alba, and already I've had quite a few adventures. However, I have come to realize that life in Alba doesn't really take place in Alba. It seems like even though Alba is considered the 'big city' around here, we are always going out to other towns for various things. The best kebabs are found in Bra. The best shopping is in Torino, Serravalle Scrivia, or Milan. The best discotecas are in Saluzzo or Cavallermaggiore (actually, I should say they are outside of these towns...in the middle of nowhere). Alba, of course, does offer all of these things, but we wanted the best! So I took last weekend off from going to the beach with the family and ended up visiting all of these places instead.

Friday night I ventured out with my other American friend in the Smart Car. We went first to Bra, then continued on for a much needed night of dancing at Evita near the town of Cavallermaggiore. We had a GPS system, but still had to stop and ask for directions to both places. After finally finding the first spot, we were forced to sit in the car for another 30 minutes while trying to figure out how to turn off the overheard light of this little toy car. On the way to our next stop, we mistakenly asked directions from a group of males from Palermo...bad idea for two American girls! Finally we escaped with the knowledge that we had driving about 15 minutes too far. Backtracking, we were both convinced that nothing could exist this far in the middle of absolute darkness. But finally, neon lights appeared out of nowhere. Heather mistook it for a water park. But sure enough, we had found Evita (one of the biggest discotecas in Italy). I am used to our American way of putting the nightspots in the center of town, but here it seems that only the most knowledgeable and determined people receive the prize of good night of dancing. The only dancing spot in Alba is frequented by the swarms of young high school children making an effort to grow up way too quickly. It took even longer for us to get around because Heather was driving like a grandma to avoid any accidents or getting pulled over in a borrowed Smart Car with no Italian documentation.

Saturday night was spent in Torino and I was able to experience a real western American steakhouse (Italian style). They had the peanuts on the floor and everything! Then Sunday I spent the afternoon shopping at the outlet mall in Serravalle Scrivia. The stores were definitely cheaper than in Alba, but it turns out that even on sale Prada and the other Italian designers are still out of my price range.


I had a great night of rock climbing last night in Pollenzo which definitely reminded me of being back in Nashville. I miss you guys! The only difference here was that lack of harnesses. I guess the worry over lawsuits and general safety is another American concept. But it was cool - I only fell from the top one time! Now we have decided not to go to the beach this weekend as well, so it looks like I'll have even more time to get settled. It's great to be able to build a life of my own here, and I finally have time to sleep in. We all know how much I cherish my sleep.  :) Things are good...

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Fatto male?!?

Sep 15

It finally happened. I knew it would eventually...as predicted early on in my blog. Today, I had my first run-in with a car while riding my bicycle, hahaha. Only me. I'm still not exactly sure what happened or whose fault it was, but basically I collided with the passenger side door and mirror of this guy's car as we were both trying to squeeze through a tight space in the lanes. Maybe I was a little off balance due to my shopping bags on one side and purse on the other. I just couldn't react quickly enough. Oh well, no harm done except for the humiliation caused as I tried to run off and hide afterwards (and he may have a little scratched paint).

Just when I thought I was getting really good on bike riding in the city! I even answered and talked on my cell phone while riding just this morning. And then this happens...

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Sail Away With Me

Sep 14

I guess I should have saved my last post title for this one, because now I really am 'back in business'. Since we have finally returned to Alba and I will have a lot more free time on my hands with the children in school, I started another part time job at a large manufacturing company here. I was unexpectedly offered a very flexible position in my host family's company as a kind of 'English consultant' among other things. So I went in this morning for the first time just to get set up, but we'll see how it goes. At least this way I can earn a little bit of extra spending money. Once again, God is good. :)


Anyway, as mentioned before, we went back to the beach this past weekend for some more time in the sun. Sailing is something that I've been wanting to experience for a very long time and I finally had the opportunity to do so on Saturday. We could not have asked for more perfect weather! Well...yes, we could have asked for a little bit more wind. We were able to use the sails for a little bit and enjoy the serenity of quietly being pushed off into the sea. However, we moved just a bit too slowly to stay on schedule (even with our help of manually blowing into the sail), so we had to also incorporate usage of the motor.

It was an all day adventure in which we embarked early in the morning towards a little private island off the coast of Alassio. We had an aperitif on the way and then enjoyed some swimming/snorkeling around the island along with great people watching from the various other boats anchored there. Afterward, we had a very typical, but nonetheless excellent, Italian lunch with three courses and multiple deserts and wines. Sailing home alongside the dolphins, I couldn't help but think that to do that full time wouldn't be such a bad way to live. Back at the port in Finale Ligure, there was an Inter-European competition of sailing vessels, some dating all the way back to the late 19th century. All in all it was a great day with great company.


Yes, I did learn to love the beach this summer. However, I'm glad that it has come to an end and I can finally get settled in one place for a bit. Alba is now my home for at least the next three and a half months.

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Back in business

Sep 08

No worries, I'm back in Italy. All is well. My night in London was certainly an interesting one, but unfortunately no pics to show. It was great to meet some friendly English speaking folk! 


We moved back to Alba on Monday and are now trying to get adjusted to life back at home. The beach house feels much more like 'home' to me after two and a half months. I was only in Alba for three weeks before moving away. The weather immediately changed as soon as we drove away from the coast. A white hazy fog covered the sky. It became darker and darker. Then came the rain. It was much cooler here as well on Monday and Tuesday. I was in denial and refused to wear long pants. But alas, today it was sunny and warm again. And by Friday night we'll be back at the beach for the weekend! 

I got my first Italian haircut yesterday. Needless to say, I was quite worried. Sara and the kids were all there getting their hair cut as well, so I was slightly comforted in knowing that at least I would have a translator. However, when my time came, Sara was no where to be found. I had to manage on my own...and as it turns out, haircut terms are not the first thing you learn when conquering a new language. I finally just let him do what he wanted. He was quite excited by this. There was lots of cutting, teasing, more cutting, spraying, more teasing, curling, and voila! I had a 'magazine' do. I must admit, it turned out quite nice. Nice enough to inspire a dressed up night out on the town. Too bad I also have no picture of this. We'll see how it looks after I wash it tomorrow and have to fix it on my own. 

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A day in the life

Sep 04

Our time here at the beach is up. It's true that after the first week here I was sick of the sun, but after two and a half months I have grown to love living in Spotorno, Italy.

I ended my last day here the same way that I spent my first. Each day is the same. The uniformity and regularity of everyone's lives amazes me. We get started at the same time every morning (we're usually amongst the first ones on the beach). Every family has the same net bag full of shovels, buckets, and trucks. Each beach is a pristine mix of the following: a row of smooth pebbles covering the sand along the water's edge, next the evenly spaced lounge chairs and multicolored umbrellas to be rented out, behind the last row of umbrellas lie the children's plastic jungle gym contraptions with slides and the inflated rafts, and lastly the bar and changing cabins. People's actions can be tracked like clockwork along with the timing of each vendor that walks by. I think every coastline in Italy has the same coconut boy with his cowbell that he rings to announce his presence, shouting "Coc-c-c-co, cocco bello!" We come inside for lunch around 12:30pm and feast on fresh foods and fruit. Isabella then does her summer homework, Ginevra plays semi-quietly by herself, and Claudio sleeps. As mentioned before, this is the time when the city sleeps as well. Later, everyone's back at the beach by 3:30 or 4pm (after our snack) and we spend the afternoon playing and swimming or 'doing a bath' as they call it. By around 7:30pm the sun finally starts falling behind the buildings and we pack up to head inside, shower, dinner, and out for the night. The town comes alive after 10pm.

Of course I have my free time and days off that I spend doing things a little different. I travel with friends or explore by myself, read, and go on hikes and bike rides. This is a very peaceful, yet energetic place. There are so many quirky things about this town that I laugh at; however, as with any new town you explore, that's what makes it unique... The Italians who show up at the beach fully dressed with makeup, hair done, belts, and jewelry over their costumes, and equipped with about 4 different costumes (swimsuits) to change into throughout the day each time one gets wet. The constant public 'canoodling' of the adolescents. The showy lifeguards...all the same. The abundance of kid's shows and games all geared towards the masses of families that want to keep their children occupied so they can relax. Good times. Yes, I'll miss this place. Of course, I think we're returning next weekend. :)

For now, I'm off to London this morning, only to return back here tomorrow afternoon before heading back to Alba. It's going to be a long two days. Every say a little prayer that I make it back in the country!

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Life's not always perfect...

Aug 30

I thought I might take this time to be real and honest with everyone and give a little status update here. People ask me all the time how things are going and if I'm just 'loving it'. But the answer to all of that is much more complicated and in depth. It really depends on the day. I do love it the majority of the time. There are things that I definitely take for granted, like the pure beauty of God's creation. I love the clean, crystal clear water here. It's makes such a difference when compared to the thick, salty, green/brown, seaweedy water back home. I love that I can walk 10 feet to get to this beach, but if I walk 5 minutes in the opposite direction I'm hiking a mountain. I love the differences and history of each town. I love the food! And really, it's a good thing I'm not making much money because I think I'd probably spend it all on treats like gelato and focaccia. I love working outside every day with other people, making a difference in these children's lives, and getting to see their progress both with me and just growing up in general. 

However, it should be expected that I don't love everything. My job is very exhausting sometimes and I have had to learn patience and humility in more ways than I can describe. The Italian culture of conformity, routine, and blending in is something that I still haven't warmed up to. I stick out like a sore thumb here. It's nice sometimes that it seems like everyone in Spotorno knows me, but I feel like I don't really know anyone. Every time I walk down the boardwalk or through the bordello (shopping district) I pass people smiling and saying "Buongiorno", "Ciao Lori", "Come va?". Yet, half the time I hardly even recognize them. I don't like how quickly the youth feel like they have to grow up. I don't like that it is unheard of for a single guy and girl to be friends without anything else going on there. And I especially don't like that I haven't met a single other believer since I've been living in Italy (3 months now). That lack of Christian fellowship is by far the hardest part of this new lifestyle. God has to find ways to force me to focus on Him. 

Lucky for me, one of those times was Saturday. I had the day off and could just feel God pulling me into His arms. It turned out to be a great day and a chance for me to clear my head and focus on the more important things. I went on a morning hike up Mount Mao, which pretty much kicked my butt. I needed the exercise. It was a great spot to sit, watch the entire Ligurian coastline, and be completely isolated, just me and my iPod equipped with just the right worship songs. I made it home right in time to enjoy one of Luca's fancy lunches of pasta vongole. Then I was off to enjoy the afternoon/evening in Savona. It's a cool town that I've only really explored once before this, and it's only 10 minutes away. I shopped, saw the historic center and harbor, visited the Duomo and Sistine Chapel there, watched an outdoor conert and met all kinds of locals that were, like everyone else, thrilled to be meeting a real American. I'm a novelty item here in these small towns.


So, that's where I stand. Life is hard sometimes, but God is good. I am just here trying to take full advantage of His gifts and where He has placed me, and follow Him in every step that I take forward. 

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Just Jump!

Aug 25

So says the slogan of Skydive XDream in Interlaken, Switzerland:

When the urge is bigger than the fear...just jump!

I finally got to check off that box on the bucket list this past weekend. It was an unbelievable experience that went by way too quickly. I would do it again in a heartbeat. I have had no other feeling like that of standing on the runner outside a helicopter soaring over the Alps at 12,000 ft. in the air! I wasn't even able to hold onto the sides of the heli while I was out there, just my harness, and I had to trust that Howie, my tandem master, really was attached to me and would stay that way once he pushed me out and we plummeted back to earth. We rushed past snow and ice covered moutaintops and soared directly over a glacier waterfall so close that I could almost touch it. More pics and video to come! But of course, these could never do the true beauty of Switzerland justice.

But really, I love that quote. There are so many things in life that you can apply it to. Why live with regrets!? Do you feel that desire, urge, tugging to do something that may seem a little crazy or scary? Are you worried, doubtful, scared that it might take you out of your comfort zone? Just jump!

As I mentioned before, I was able to spend a long weekend traveling with my parents and friends to Switzerland. Aside from skydiving, we also were able to explore the really cool towns of Interlaken and Lucerne. I love those places. The architecture is like none other...pure Swiss. There are garderns everywhere you look. It's pristine. The Swiss people are nothing if not clean, organized, and systematic. But you have to pay for it. I can think of very few places I've visited that were more expensive. There's great shopping, but I couldn't afford to buy anything. I was thrilled in Lucerne to find a Starbucks, however promptly depressed to discover my Vanilla Latte cost about $7. Aside from this, it was a great experience. We toured the towns, took a boat cruise up and down the lake of Lucerne to various other towns, and we ate a lot! Swiss cheese fondue, chocolate, bavarian food, etc. It is really a great place to be...even the train rides to and from were full of breathtaking surroundings.

The best part: the weather. For the past few weeks here in Italy (and apparently also in Switzerland) it has been randomly rainy, overcast, and windy. It was even raining while I traveled on the trains on Friday. But Saturday morning I woke up to find it was the most beautiful day they have seen yet. All of the skydiving team kept telling me how lucky I was and that they couldn't believe it. All day Saturday and Sunday were perfect. Then, when I arrived back in Italy, it started raining again. Haha, I love God's little gifts to me! I knew He wanted me to be able to go skydiving. :)

Ferragosto

Aug 19

So I guess all of the Ferragosto celebrations were postponed until last night due to the rain over the weekend. Upon leaving our house after dinner last night, we were immediately overcome by a parade of screaming people, banging drums, and Brazilian dancers in extremely elaborate costumes. They marched throughout the streets in town for about an hour. People were everywhere. It was almost like Halloween in the sense that everyone was dressed up in all sorts of crazy costumes. The families/owners/friends of each shop, restaurant, and hotel each picked a theme and went all out. On my left I passed by a clothing shop filled with cowgirls (memories of Nashville...) while on my right I passed a restaurant serviced by Vikings. Two doors down was a hotel of Indians. There were also gladiators, peasants, maids, hawaiians, etc, etc. Performing in Piazza Vittoria was an Italian rock band singing English songs. This was a particular favorite of mine. Afterwards was the long awaited Brazilian Ipanema 'Carnival' show. Lots of dancing, shaking, and more crazy costumes. The show lasted until about 1am. Like I have said, children stay up remarkably late here. Then guess what? Tomorrow night is another celebration...the White Night! It's always something. Too bad I won't be here for that one. I'm off in the morning for Interlaken, then Lucerne. Be back on Monday night!

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Bringing the South to Italy

Aug 18

 
I had a great time with my family and friends from Tennessee this past weekend. It was so nice to see some familiar faces and quite funny to watch them interact with the Italian culture here. I had almost forgotten how much my mom makes me laugh with her Southern phrases, accent, and charm. I love it!

Of course, the main thing that we did all weekend was eat. I mean, it's Italy! I had to make sure that they tasted all the typical dishes. Saturday (as would be our luck) just happened to be the rainiest and worst weather I think this beach has ever seen. It rained hard almost all day and night, but my parents were not discouraged. It was like a ghost town here because Italians hate bad weather. I think my parents must be used to lots of rain because it didn't phase them at all. We toured several cities along the Ligurian coast that afternoon including Noli, Varigotti, and Borgio Verezzi. Every time it started to downpour we would duck into the closest bar for a cappuccino, focaccia farcita, or crepe.

Noli is a beautifully preserved fishing village next to Spotorno. And like all villages throughout Italy, there is an old castle/fortress at the top of the hill with 12th century walls that once protected the entire town. So what did my parents want to do?? Hike up to the top of the castle, of course. Luckily during this part of the day it had briefly stopped raining, though all of the brush was still soaking wet. By the looks of things, this 'trail' hadn't been walked on in a few years. It was completely overgrown with brush, cacti, weeds, and lots of creepy crawlies along the path (luckily they weren't big enough to be squishy). Upon arrival at the top we were absolutely soaked and filthy with a few minor flesh wounds, but we had accomplished our goal. The castle remains are not really tourable, but it was still cool to see with gorgeous views of the coastline. On clear days from here you can see all the way to the Cinque Terre.


Varigotti is the next town over and though they are all very close each town has its own unique character. This was a gorgeous yet tiny little town with the feeling of a high class beach resort. It had a beautiful rocky pier out into the sea and plenty of sandy beaches running along the coast right behind a pink row of 'old town' shops and bars.  Borgio was also a lovely town worth mentioning with a cool old city set up on a hillside, but by this point we were soaked and quite tired so we only stayed long enough for a gelato. My favorite part here was the beautiful gardens along the hills growing everything you can imagine to eat. I love how fresh the food is here.

By Sunday the sun was back out along with all of the visitors geared up for the beach. However, being with my mom and Peggy we spent our morning shopping the market. We did make it to the beach with enough time for them to see Sara and the little kiddos playing in the water. My parents were so excited to meet the children! For lunch, Luca and Sara treated my family and friends to an all-out Italian feast. We had several courses including homemade salami (one of those foods that I usually don't like at home, but this stuff was delicious), homemade bruschetta, pasta with fresh clams and herbs, steamed white fish with potatoes, chocolate and pear torta, and gelato. And you can't have an Italian feast like this without wine. Since Sara's father (the winemaker) was also in town at the time, we had about 4 or 5 different bottles to try...white wine, sparkline wine, several reds, and a very rare dessert wine that is no longer in production. Luca also broke out shots of his special Dutch bourbon just for the occasion. It was all quite amusing considering neither my family nor their friends actually drink, but I had forgotten to mention this to Luca. As polite Southerners not wanting to offend Italian tradition, they partook.

Sunday night we took a trip over to the town of Albisola to check out their famous ceramics and pottery. There were very interesting displays of art throughout the town and ceramic designs covering the sidewalks. It was also one of the prettiest beaches I've seen around here if you can get past the fact that your view is of the surrounding factories. Next we ventured to Varazze to walk along the marina at sunset. This was a truly romantic setting so I will have to find someone to take me back sometime for dinner there at the harbor. ;) Gorgeous.

Sunday was a very big holiday here in Italy...Ferragosto. Because of this I expected there to be much more going on, but this didn't seem to be the case in Varazze. It just meant that all the shops were closed and everyone was eating out that night. We asked what the day celebrates, but no one really knows. Apparently that part of the tradition was lost somewhere so now it is just a big party day for people to take off and go to the beach. Italians find reasons to celebrate anything.

Now I'm back in Spotorno getting geared up for another adventure with the folks this weekend, only this time the setting is Switzerland. With this crowd there's bound to be some funny stories to come!

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Visitors!

Aug 12

My parents are coming to visit me tomorrow... Who's excited?! They arrived this morning in Nice, France and have been exploring that area along with the town of Eze. By tomorrow evening they will be here in Spotorno to visit for a few days. They are traveling with some other friends of theirs, so they're making it a nice little vacation and tour of southern Europe. We don't have many set plans yet for the weekend here; who knows what we will end up doing. Then next weekend I will be traveling with them to Switzerland. Time for some thrills! I'll keep you guys posted with how it goes.  :)

Tears of Saint Lawrence

Aug 10

A few Italian tidbits...

There always seems to be something going on here...something to keep all the tourists entertained during the summer. In the piazzas at night there are live bands and street performances. There are markets during the day and games out on the beach. A few days ago there was a magic show set up right in the middle of our beach for the children...a "spectacolo" as they say. Sunday afternoon there were adult sack races on the beach next to ours, Bagni Columbo (the party beach).

Sunday night was the big event...Miss Spotorno 2010! Haha, this I couldn't miss. We had guests over for dinner that night, but we made a point of finishing up as soon as we heard the music start. 35 girls between the ages of 14-27 years old (mostly averaging around 16). I am still constantly amazed by the skimpyness of young girls outfits around here and how quickly they try to become adults. I am equally amazed at how this doesn't seem to phase anyone else besides me. But that's another story. Everyone was out to watch this big event which, I must say, was quite entertaining. Some of the girls took it so seriously prancing around and posing, while others just looked like it was the worst moment of their lives. The hardest part for me was having to listen to the two TERRIBLE Italian singers between each of the categories. They covered everything from Michael Jackson to Lionel Richie, Madonna, Maroon 5, Paula Abdul, and Oasis. It was painful. Needless to say, I tried to stay until the end to see the winners announced, but I was exhausted. And just when I thought it was almost over, another song would start. I couldn't take it. It was already midnight. Of course there were still small children running around everywhere. I don't think Italians know what a 'bedtime' is. Little 4 year old children are always outlasting me in this town.

Saturday night I broke down and went to see Robin Hood at the very cool open air theater here. I was sick of missing American entertainment, but of course it was in Italian. Oh well, I at least got the gist of it. One thing of interest, the movie had an intermission, which I came to realize was just an excuse for a smoke break half way through. When you start smoking at the age of 14 like most Italians do, I guess you can't make it without a cigarette long enough to see an entire movie.

One very pleasant thing here in Spotorno is the market. This happens every Tuesday morning and stretches the entire length of the main part of town. Here you can find anything and everything you can possibly desire. Today I was able to obtain a dress, two swimsuits, a very cool umbrella, and some facewash and other various soap supplies all for about 35 euro. Pretty good I'd say!

Lastly...the many holidays. Today is the holiday of the patron saint of our hometown (Alba), Saint Lawrence. Yes, every town in Italy has its own patron saint. August 10th is the day of the feast of Saint Lawrence, and it nicely coincides each year with the Perseid Meteor shower in mid-August. Hence, tonight on my rooftop I will be watching what they refer to as the 'tears of Saint Lawrence'. Looking forward to it!

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Mamma Mia!

Aug 07

As exciting as it is for me to hear these little children trying to speak English words to me (with very thick, but cute Italian accents), sometimes it's just funnier to hear their Italian expressions. Nothing makes me laugh more than when little 2 year old Claudio does something like dropping his red Hot Wheels Ferrari into the middle of his pile of pesto tagliatelle and exclaiming "Oh, Mamma Mia!!"

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Breaking through

Aug 03

We're finally starting to make some progress with the kids learning English! It's been slow and steady, but up until now they have really had no desire to learn another language. It was only their parents desire for them. So that made things a bit difficult.

However, it's like something has finally changed this past week. The girls are suddenly excited about learning and always wanting to know how to say things in English. They enjoy showing people what they know and they are proud of themselves. Claudio just repeats everything that anyone says, so that works out fine. He was running around yesterday afternoon screaming 'doggy doggy!' for about an hour while playing with his nonna's Cocker Spaniel. This caused some confusion because nonna didn't know what he was saying and kept telling him that her dog's name was Lily, not doggy. Haha.

The comprehension levels of all three children has greatly improved as well. Let's hope this excitement keeps up!  :)

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Rainy day

Jul 31


What do you do at the beach on a rainy day? I had never really thought about it because it seems to never rain here, but this dilemma arose on Thursday as we had our first rainy day since I’ve been living in Spotorno (over a month). I thought the Earth was going to stop turning with the way that people were reacting. On Wednesday the lifeguards told me of the weather predictions, which are remarkably accurate here compared to the US. All around me I kept hearing the word repeated… “pioverá!” I’ve come to realize that many Italian families use the beach as a sole means of keeping their children occupied during the summer months of being out of school. The mothers sit around all day sunbathing and gossiping while their children run rampant playing and stealing each others toys or simply trying to find someone else to play with (usually me). So the thought of rain here sends panic into every mother’s mind.

Morning came and, sure enough, we were forced to eat our breakfast inside at the kitchen table due to inclement weather. I think this may be only the second time that we have eaten a meal indoors since we’ve been here. Luckily the rain let up by about 10am so that we were able to go onto beach. Granted, it still looked gray, rainy, windy, and cool to me, but as long as it’s not storming they’ll send out the kids to play. Crisis averted…the weather let up and was fine for playing at the beach all afternoon. But right before 6pm, I started hearing that word being spoken again all around me. Someone nearby said “It’s already raining in Noli”. Panic breaks out again. Sara and I gathered all the toys, the two boogie boards, the five towels, the snorkel masks and flippers, the extra swimsuits, and all the shoes to bring them inside. By the time I came back out to get the kids, pandemonium had broken loose. “Piove? … Sí, piove!!” The children loved it and were running madly with delight while playing in the rain. Parents everywhere were frantically chasing their children and screaming for them to come. I, of course, decided to just sit and watch the spectacle, meanwhile thinking this all could have been avoided if the families didn’t wait until the very last minute to go inside for fear of having to play with and entertain their own children indoors.

All joking aside, there was a pretty fierce storm that night. I already had dinner plans with my friend, Heather, so I ventured out with a jacket and umbrella to the bus stop. Apparently here people do not go outdoors when it’s raining…ever. They thought I was crazy. It looked like even some of the businesses had decided to close, although it was still just a drizzle at this point. I made it to Noli and had a lovely dinner of pizza, beer, and crepes for dessert. Yumm! The storm had passed by the time we finished so it was really no problem at all. And then came one of my favorite parts:

Heather had to go home and I had about 30 or 40 minutes before my bus was coming. To walk home from Noli takes about 30 minutes, so I figured I’d just wait and take the 5 minute bus ride. It was in this moment that I realized how close God wants to keep me to Him. It has been very hard for me over the past month to stay ‘connected’. There is no church here for me to attend and I haven’t met anyone yet with my same beliefs. My schedule is crazy, so my prayer and Bible reading times have been sparse and sporadic. But God still uses moments like this when he works everything together for me to be forced to be alone with Him. While waiting for the bus, I started walking along the coastline. I then took a detour off onto a rocky pier that jetted out into the sea. While sitting here, there was nothing but darkness around me and the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks. Best of all, God gave me an incredible lightning storm off in the distance over the water. I watched in awe. I could feel his arms of love wrapping around me and hear Him repeating His command in Psalms 46:10… 
“Be still and know that I am God.” It’s hard for me to be still here. Very hard. Thankfully God is with me in Italy just as He was in Nashville and He knows my needs better than I do.
Of course after all of this, I then missed my bus and had to walk home anyway. But all in all, it was a good night!

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Rest on vacation? Never!

Jul 27

Well I’m back in Spotorno after 9 days of travel. It was supposed to be a quick weekend train trip to Cinque Terre with Clay and then a quick weekend train trip to Nice/Antibes with Casey. However, I found out at the last minute that I was going to get the whole week off in between…so why not through Prague into the mix?! Haha, that made things a bit more difficult travel-wise, but it was worth it. I love that city.

Cinque Terre: I was met at the train station by Barbara, our friendly landlord for the next couple of days who didn’t speak any English. This was normal to me, but as I walked around for a bit I started to hear English speakers everywhere and realized I could communicate with people! So I started up random conversations with all kinds of people and made some friends while waiting for Clay – who was several hours late, by the way. Good thing he eventually showed up!  We made the hikes in the middle of the hottest part of the day from Vernazza to Corniglia, Manarola, and Riomaggiore. The first one was a doozie, but it was a beautiful accomplishment. We stopped in each town to look around and take coffee or a snack and also stopped just before Manarola to go for a swim. The clear blue Mediterranean water was just too tempting on a hot day like that. After exploring Riomaggiore we took the train up to Monterosso for another quick visit. This town was very different from the others because it seemed more public and commercial. It was larger and had many beaches stretching along the coast. The other beaches were much smaller and more secluded…mostly rocks and cliffs. I personally prefer the other towns. We stayed in Vernazza for two nights and found it to be a beautiful village bustling with people while still able to hold its ancient charm.

Genoa: We were only here for a few hours so not much to say. But I’d like to go back sometime. It’s a big city with lots to do, cool architecture, history, good shopping, and it’s on the beach! What more could you ask for?

Milano: Again, we were only here for a night, but it was the only night that we had air conditioning so I’ve got to give them credit for that! There are some very stunning sights here like the Duomo and of course good shopping if you have some money to spend. I’ll be going back next month so maybe I’ll see more then.

Prague: I’ve been to Prague before and knew it was worth going back. The city center has pretty much been taken over by tourists, but I still love it! It just has a great feel to the city. New buildings and shops mixed with an ancient castle, cathedrals, and synagogues. Of course, I was most excited about the food! I think I have mentioned that here in Spotorno (and Alba) the only food you can find is Italian. Italians think that they have the best food in the world, so there’s not much variety. In Prague, however, you can find just about anything. My first stop was KFC, and yes I was very excited about this. We also ate Mexican food, Irish, Czech, and American. It was all delicious! And of course you can’t make it out of Prague without participating in a Pub Crawl (at least I apparently can’t). All I can say is that good times were had and keeping Clay out on the dance floor until 4am was a particularly fun accomplishment!

My flight from Prague to Nice was a bit complicated because I had to book two completely separate flights and stop in Rome for about 4 hours. I think I spent the first 1 ½ hours trying to figure out where I needed to exit if I was just coming right back in. My flight to Rome arrived right beside the gate where my next one departed, but I had to go around the world and back to get there. Then I spent the next hour or so being followed by a Sicilian named Luca…those Sicilians are just a different breed. Next I waited in line for Easy Jet to open the gate for about an hour while they discussed whether or not to cancel my flight. Luckily, eventually they let us on board. Better late than never!

Antibes: Casey and her boyfriend picked me up from the airport and we arrived at their home in Antibes around 10pm to find a delicious dinner waiting for us. This was prepared by the two couchsurfers from UGA, Chelsea and Brad, that were also staying with them for a night. I love the whole vibe of traveling Europe and the people you meet along the way. They will be traveling around the world for an entire year with just the packs on their back. Great conversations that night! Check out their blog at www.driftingduo.com. The best part of Antibes was probably walking around the port at night and seeing all the enormous yachts that park there (do you call it parking?). Apparently the biggest ones always go to Antibes instead of Nice because it’s the same feel, but a little less ‘in the spotlight’.

Cannes: We saw the sights here and walked around until we got too hot…then spent the rest of the afternoon at the beach. Good choice I’d say! Cannes is a nice town though. It is bustling in the summer with tourists and of course during the film festival every year, but for the rest of the year I hear that it is pretty much deserted. We saw all of the stars’ handprints and the red carpet for the film festival. It was also here that I tried the delicious French pastry, Macarons. Yummm…it’s probably a good thing they are so expensive or I would have eaten much more.

Nice: This was Casey’s old stomping ground before she moved to Antibes, so she was able to show me around from an insider’s perspective. The old city is very different from the rest of Nice, but they are both worth checking out. There are great views of the whole area from the top of Colline du Château. And one of my favorites parts was the boardwalk, Promenade des Anglais, that runs along the coastline. It is always filled with people day and night…walking, jogging, and rollerblading with a beautiful ocean backdrop. Oh, and did I mention the crepes in France!? If you didn’t already know, I’m kind of obsessed with crepes and there was a creperie at almost every other door. Both sweet and salty, and so many different kinds to choose from! I had my fair share before heading back to Italy.

Eze: Another beautiful town in France...this one set up high on top of the cliffs overlooking the sea. It was about an hour hike to get up there and we were dripping with sweat by the end (as always). But the town was worth it to see. Besides, I needed my exercise to make up for the crepes I was consuming. The old city is very small with lovely winding stone walkways between the buildings. Many of the shops are still built with stone and wood from long ago and were selling the traditional locally made soaps, perfumes, and spices along with clothing and art. Also, even though we were there on a weekend during the summer, there still weren't too many tourists. There was an amazing garden set on the edge of the town sloping down the cliff. Casey described it as the 'Alice in Wonderland' garden because of all the bizarre animal sculptures and fountains. There was even a giant chess board on one of the levels in which each piece was larger than me.

Ventimiglia: I almost forgot about this little stop because I was only there for an hour – and that was just because the ticket line took so long that I missed my train. It turned out to be one of the most beautiful little places I have found. I was there right at sunset and found it very picturesque with the sea in one direction boasting lots of true Italian fisherman and the Alps in the other direction. Another reason why I love this area of Italy!

Then finally, I was back home around 9pm on Sunday night to greet the little ones that had been without me for a week. At least two out of the three were really happy to see me. Claudio came around after a few minutes. J So that’s about it…very long but I still have much to to say. Another time…

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Alba, Piedmont, Italy
My life has taken some interesting turns lately, forcing me out of my comfort zone and allowing me the opportunity to follow where I think God is leading me next. I know that I'm not alone when I say that I fear the unknown, but I wouldn't have it any other way! Let's see what happens next...
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