What does your sign say?

I handle most things in life with a laugh. Many of these things have become stories. These stories are related to the funny things that happen in my life. All of these events result in my asking, ‘what does my sign say?’.

The time I gave my bbq away to a guy passing by in the back lane behind my house, saved me the effort of hauling it away. A few weeks later I received a mysterious package of flowers on my front door step with a name and phone number scribbled on a torn yellow sticky note that read “text me”. Being a little creeped out that I didn’t know anyone by this name, the 18 roses were nice but the creepy factor was greater. The following day one of my colleagues text him and after a little game playing on his end I made the connection and said, it’s BBQ Guy with a look of shock on my face. Kindness is great but can sometimes be misread.

Once I went to speed dating to be supportive of a friend. Yes I went to speed dating, to be supportive of a friend. It was fun and hilarious. Five minutes IS really enough time to know if you want to get to know someone any further. Being the curious one that I am at the end of the evening I checked one name just to see what would happen. The following day I received a call, the lady said ‘oh hi, oh my, you were very popular last night but you only checked one name and he will be calling you.’ haha!! Popular? What followed has become known as the speed dating yogurt date with the guy who giggles more than I do.

While on a work trip in Kazakhstan, the colleague who asked my boss if he could keep me and make me his wife. He renamed me Sasha and was yelling I love you. Yikes!

I needed a ride to the airport when I went to California and have an aunt who sent one of her staff to drive me. We chatted on the drive to the airport, nothing unusual for me. This particular fellow also knows my parents and the next time he saw them he said to my mom ‘hello mother in law’. When she asked how did I become your mother in law? He responded with ‘I saw your daughter’. This was news to me. haha

I took a taxi to pick up my car from the repair shop…a 15 minute ride talking about the book the driver was reading. When I paid for the trip he gave me his card and phone number because I had been so nice to talk with. Wow, another example of when I am just too friendly.

Life in Italy continues to add to this list.

One Wednesday afternoon train cancellation which caused me to take a later train, far too chatty and get invited by this fellow to visit him in his town. Since I am ‘molto simpatico’ once again so nice to chat with. I see a trend… haha

The latest is receiving a friend request on Facebook from a doctor I had seen professionally… within an hour of leaving the office. Wow! That is all I have to say about that.

This takes me to what my sign says. At one time I said to my mom that I must have a sign on my forehead that says ‘stay away from me’. As we laughed about this she suggested I swap it with someone else’s that said something I won’t repeat here, which only made us laugh harder. Since then I believe that we all wear a sign and recently my sign must read “weirdos wanted”. Note to self, change your sign. 🙂

I enjoy my life, it is always an adventure.
Ciao ciao 🙂

Cigarette smoke, my nemesis…

If ever I am asked for advice I usually say trust your intuition. Now if only I would have taken my own advice. I had chosen to stay in Rome for a few weeks to go to school rather than commute. For three weeks I stayed in a lovely apartment with a family conveniently located close to my school. Day one, the lady of the house smoked in the apartment. My intuition told me this was not going to be good for me especially after the dreadful draino incident of 2010. Strong scents of any kind are difficult to be around but cigarette smoke seems to be the greatest irritant of all.

The first week was ok, since there were people sniffling in class each day I thought it was more likely that I would develop a cold.

The second week a constant tickle in my throat and a cough was taking hold. No problem I thought, nothing I can’t handle.

The third week I spent the first three evenings coughing and had a nasty headache. Honestly I just thought I was a little tired and maybe stressed from trying to learn pronome diretti and indiretti. Wednesday my throat began to burn and Thursday morning I woke with chest pain. Very nasty chest pain. Even my teacher noticed that I was not my usually happy self. As I walked through the train station that afternoon I felt so strange, I was in so much pain and was walking so slowly. I felt like some strange slow motion segment in a movie. Made it home safely but feeling mighty pitiful.

Feeling this awful has lead to two doctor visits and about 7 days of rest to begin to feel better. A painful lesson learned, I must listen to myself and not remain in a cigarette smoke laden residence.

I am on the mend.
Ciao ciao

Living in Italy versus being on vacation…

I am amazed at how my mindset is different this time around in Italy. I am living here and going to school, not just playing around on an “junior retiree vacation” as I like to refer to my life.

Everything feels different. I have responsibility and places to be a specific times. My life is productive in a new way and strangely I have not taken photos the way I do when on vacation. Interesting. I have been preoccupied with getting established, with this the internet has become a thorn in my side. The area of town I live in is too far from the tower to have internet at my apartment. Strangely this has taken time to wrap my head around and accept. I am spoiled by the accessibility of internet in Canada and had to process the fact that I can write my blog, after all my computer still works, then go find a connection to upload. So here I am writing again…

My life in Italy consists of the grand commute into Rome on a regular basis. This does amuse me since I have not used public transportation in Canada for many years. Start with finding the bus and train schedules and making sense of them, then feeling proud of myself for successfully arriving in Rome on time. Public transportation is great when everything is on time! Oh the delays and cancellations…all to be taken in stride and hope that I understand enough Italian to know what is going on. One such delay had led to taking a later train home and being rather chatty with the man sitting next to me. After being complimented for being so nice to talk to I received an invitation to exchange phone numbers and visit said fellow train passenger in his town, which I politely declined. Ahhh…yet another lesson learned for this friendly girl to perhaps not be so friendly. 🙂

For the most part there are familiar faces on the bus and train each day which is comforting as it tells me I am on the correct bus or train. 🙂

Rome is a lovely city to attend school in and I pinch myself daily as I stroll around. I certainly do live a charmed life.

Ciao ciao…