Hanging out with my boys for the last time the other night, the littlest one kept looking at me and asking what are you talking about? Now there's a good chance he really had no idea what I was talking about with his older brothers, but so often I feel like it's the same non-verbal response I get from people not familiar with living in Naples. Let's face it- those of us who have spent any extended length of time in Napoli we eat, breathe, live, speak Napoli* and I for one forget that it doesn't always easily translate.
*Please don't confuse this with Neapolitan (the local Italian dialect) because I sure don't speak that. And I sure don't speak Italian despite my efforts in year one.
In Napoli traffic no longer conjures images of China Basin after a Giants' game. Traffico takes on a whole new meaning of 6 lanes of cars, with several motos tossed in there to adequately jam pack the 5 to 3 lane merge/exit where Corso Malta meets the tangenziale.
Lunch no longer brings to mind a quick bite to eat because pranzo is a 2-3 course meal, complete with vino and cloth napkins.
"I just need to finish the laundry" is understood as you'll see me in 5 hours because that's about how long it takes to put a load of clothes through the washer and dryer. Mind you that this load consist of 10 items not made of denim or other heavy fabrics.
New Years? Ha. Until you experience the sky lighting up like a battle zone for hours on end you don't know New Years. Sorry.
The examples could go on and on. Even when I think I found the end of it I'm sure my Naples would show and we'd add several more items to the list: always carrying around tissue with you for bathrooms, praying that your car is there (and in the same condition) when you step out from the shopping mall, remembering coins for a shopping cart, ensuring you have coins to pay the parking attendant...my friend Jen sums it up much better than I can so if you're wondering about this coin thing check out her blog post all about it, just make sure you come back to finish reading this one please! <Click here to jump to her blog.>
Sure, Italy may sound mysterious, romantic, and exciting because it is! It hands down in the most amazing adventure I've embarked out on, but let me be completely honest- some days it just down right sucks. Unexplained power outages. Unexplained water outages. Neighborhoods of alarms going off (oh wait, that's mine...sorry). The inability to communicate effectively. Late dinner hours. Transportation strikes. Gasoline strikes. Garbage strikes. Protests. Burning trash. Crummy internet connections. Terrible cell phone reception. Cold drafty houses in winter. Oven hot houses in summer. Hundreds of stray animals. Roadkill littered highways. Delayed utility bills. Obscene sales tax rates. No personal space. Traffic. Roads with more pot holes than smooth road. Hard water. Complete disregard for rules. Narrow roads. Unmarked roads. One way roads being used a two way roads. Being unable to satisfy a deep craving for good Mexican food! A 45 minute drive to get "American food" like Karo syrup. Ridiculously expensive car insurance rates. Unexplained road closures. Need I go on???
For most of you, my life here in Naples has been a complete mystery for the last 3 years despite my effort to try to explain it (ahem...the reason for this blog). For a few of you, we've witnessed the crazy together and now you get what I'm saying or at least don't question my latest story about what I saw on my commute home (3 grown men peeing on the side of the road, 1 accident, 2 near misses, a road side trash fire, and 2 prostitutes).
My pictures don't convey the chaos experienced on my commute home. I can't capture the frustrations of running up to the roof at o'dark-thirty to see what error is flashing on the caldia resulting
in a cold shower in megapixles. The late night shouts, slamming doors, firework
explosions...in between the church bells that ring around the clock somehow lose their annoyance factor when you're not the one they are waking up. The having to plan shopping trips around what day of the week it is and riposo requires at least 2 shots of café prior to attacking the day (but night before planning works the best).
The thing is though? As frustrating and annoying as these things can be it's just part of this grand adventure. The rewards of being here well outweighs all of the risks (getting behind the wheel of a car), hazards (toxic produce), & the alternative of missing out on all of this.
Wine is cheap and good. So is the produce just don't buy more than you can eat in 2 days. Adventures are abundant and most days don't require more than a 5 minute commute to meet some character that have you and your girlfriends laughing until tears fall. Take notice to the ancient Greek or Roman structure. Sit, climb, crawl over any important ruin- they don't care...just don't think about a lawsuit because those are rare here. Take time to spend with your family and friends every Sunday. Take the entire month of August off to vacation and recharge. Don't worry about what needs to be done today, there's always domani and dopo domani. Pick up strangers on the corner to drive them to the train station. Honk at your friends on the street as you drive by. Order your coffee of choice in 2 seconds (there's no grande sugar free vanilla latte, no whip here). Stop to admire la babina on her afternoon walk with i nonni. Join in the community festivals. Dress in your Sunday best to hit the local Auchan. Bargain with vendors at the local market. Get that extra scoop of gelato. Smiles get you bellas and your windshield washed without a hand turned out at your windshield. Cappucini come with hearts, flowers, or smiley faces in the foam. Patios are filled with retired citizens gossiping. Practice your Indy500 driving, just look out for the sign announcing the upcoming speed camera. Know the calcio score based on the groans, cheers, and horns in the neighborhood. Over indulge in nutella. Know when there is a calcio match on account of the streets being empty. Laugh at the tourists gripping their bags in fear downtown Napoli remembering that was once you. Return the locals' stare as they try to figure out if they know you. Hang out on the church steps and just people watch. Be amazed by the festive lights set up in each of the towns for their patron saints days.
You know that commute home after a long day? Not so
bad when I turn the corner and see the Baia Castle looking out over the
sparkling sea.
That late dinner time? Sometimes you need a pizza at midnight.
The terrible road conditions? Makes me thankful that Ravi made the trip with me.
Trash burning? Makes for some incredible sunsets with all those pollutants in the air.
Slow moving traffic? Well they let me notice the new blue and pink ribbons outside homes announcing new babies.
The popping of fireworks at 10pm? Perfectly visible from my window above my bed.
It's all these amazing experiences, realizations, attitude adjustments that make the other stuff tolerable. No. That doesn't mean that a broken alarm system at 6am on a Saturday morning won't bring me to tears when all I want to do is sleep, but it does put it all in perspective.
Okay. I still sense the whatareyoutalkingabout look coming through my computer screen. The next best solution would be to book a ticket out here because honestly? Until you've experienced Naples you're always going to have that look on your face. Somethings you just have to see for yourself! And trust me- you won't regret it. Just remember to leave your sparkly stuff at home :)
Showing posts with label Italian Culture. Show all posts
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Monday, March 26, 2012
Calcio a Napoli
Ieri sono andata mia prima partita di calcio!
And even after being surrounded by Italian speakers for 3+ hours, my Italian skills still leave much to be desired. But hey, I was able to communicate enough with the pizza delievery guy when I got home to tell him I went to the game, and that I was disgusted that they blew their 2-0 lead to end in a tie.
Okay, maybe not all of that was spoken Italian but I'm pretty sure my comments regarding the score and my expression both on my face and the tone of my voice let him know how I felt about it. I think he was impressed because he told me that some game would be on the TV tonight starting at 730 and said I should come watch it in the pizzeria. I may start hanging out there once a week...it's so much fun. Like every game is a do or die situation. And everyone gets into the game. EVERYONE. I've mentioned how in the past I've noticed a slowing in food service because Napoli was playing- right?
At any rate, yesterday was one of those "hey, why not?" moments in action when earlier in the week my coworker had asked if I'd want to go go with to a game with his friends and family. Um soccer in Italy? Yes please! I mean, with opening day just over a week away and me an ocean (which may as well be forever away) I have a whole lot of sports enthusiasm to share, even after coaching the kids.
No, the stadium isn't new. It looks like it belongs in Naples with its cement construction, plastic backless seats covered in...well, I really don't want to think about it...if there was a score board, it must have been on the overhang above our heads. Along the field advertisements of their corporate sponsors flashed but they were easily ignored while you watched the two squads run up and down the field. No jumbo-tron. Just a PA system blasting music and a guy talking in Italian. I'd call it a no frills stadium with limited concession stands selling only chips, crackers, and soda. Wait. I mean them and a bar, but the Italian variety- not American.
You tracking or did I just lose you in the shock that alcohol wasn't sold within the stadium?
Talk about culture shock!
Our seats were in the "family- friendly section" meaning that we were surrounded by mainly sons and dads that all had their Napoli blue scarves, flags, shirts, and hats on. Don't read this wrong- they were still very much into the game: screaming at bad passes, sighing in agony over missed shots, booing the visiting team. I only mention this because up in la curva (the upper curves) were the crazy, fan waving, continually standing, ruckus generating fans. It was amazing. Like even more intense than my beloved SF Giants bringing the first World Series title home a few years back.
After the jeers from the visiting team (more about them in a minute), the announcer man read off the numbers of the Napoli team and the crowd would shout the players name. Talk about knowing your team! Luckily for me, I knew enough of the sports cheers to figure out the various chants and after I figured out that they weren't doing the Braves' tomahawk but rather throwing both hands up in cheer, I joined along. I did of course have to stop screaming in English because well, I pretty much already looked 100% American and didn't want to bring too much attention.
As for the Catania fans. Well, within minutes of entering the stadium I picked up on a "special section." Maybe because it was void of Napoli blue, and in its place were dark blue and red. Maybe it was due to the fact that a very wide section of stairs separated that section of seating from the surrounding two. Or maybe, just maybe it was the fact that both the upper deck and lower deck were completely inclosed in netting. Yes, netting. Although it was suggested that it's there to keep them from throwing things onto the field...I can't help but think it's to keep them safe from the home team's fans. Just in case though, there were a surplus of neon yellow attendants also in this section.
We had to wait until the second half for the first goal of the game, although Napoli had plenty of attempts. It worked out because after the half, they were shooting on our end of the field so we saw them up close. Of course after they took the 2-0 lead, Catania scored 1. And then as we were all really hoping we could see a clock they scored again, tying the game.
What's the point in playing if you're just going to tie at the end of it? Gimme more time on that clock! Gimme a shoot out! Gimme a penalty count per side and award the "nicer" team the win! Gimme something other than a stinkin' tie!
Seriously. For a sport that has such a huge following that work hours are arranged by game times, that players are talked about like family members, that everyone plays how is it that these fans can leave knowing that their team tied. Granted, they didn't lose, but they didn't win either. This honestly may be the one thing that prevents me from being a true soccer fan. I just can't wrap my head around it. I honestly think I'd rather take a loss than a tie. Yes, I know I'm competitive, ma no lo so!
And even after being surrounded by Italian speakers for 3+ hours, my Italian skills still leave much to be desired. But hey, I was able to communicate enough with the pizza delievery guy when I got home to tell him I went to the game, and that I was disgusted that they blew their 2-0 lead to end in a tie.
Okay, maybe not all of that was spoken Italian but I'm pretty sure my comments regarding the score and my expression both on my face and the tone of my voice let him know how I felt about it. I think he was impressed because he told me that some game would be on the TV tonight starting at 730 and said I should come watch it in the pizzeria. I may start hanging out there once a week...it's so much fun. Like every game is a do or die situation. And everyone gets into the game. EVERYONE. I've mentioned how in the past I've noticed a slowing in food service because Napoli was playing- right?
At any rate, yesterday was one of those "hey, why not?" moments in action when earlier in the week my coworker had asked if I'd want to go go with to a game with his friends and family. Um soccer in Italy? Yes please! I mean, with opening day just over a week away and me an ocean (which may as well be forever away) I have a whole lot of sports enthusiasm to share, even after coaching the kids.
No, the stadium isn't new. It looks like it belongs in Naples with its cement construction, plastic backless seats covered in...well, I really don't want to think about it...if there was a score board, it must have been on the overhang above our heads. Along the field advertisements of their corporate sponsors flashed but they were easily ignored while you watched the two squads run up and down the field. No jumbo-tron. Just a PA system blasting music and a guy talking in Italian. I'd call it a no frills stadium with limited concession stands selling only chips, crackers, and soda. Wait. I mean them and a bar, but the Italian variety- not American.
You tracking or did I just lose you in the shock that alcohol wasn't sold within the stadium?
Talk about culture shock!
Our seats were in the "family- friendly section" meaning that we were surrounded by mainly sons and dads that all had their Napoli blue scarves, flags, shirts, and hats on. Don't read this wrong- they were still very much into the game: screaming at bad passes, sighing in agony over missed shots, booing the visiting team. I only mention this because up in la curva (the upper curves) were the crazy, fan waving, continually standing, ruckus generating fans. It was amazing. Like even more intense than my beloved SF Giants bringing the first World Series title home a few years back.
After the jeers from the visiting team (more about them in a minute), the announcer man read off the numbers of the Napoli team and the crowd would shout the players name. Talk about knowing your team! Luckily for me, I knew enough of the sports cheers to figure out the various chants and after I figured out that they weren't doing the Braves' tomahawk but rather throwing both hands up in cheer, I joined along. I did of course have to stop screaming in English because well, I pretty much already looked 100% American and didn't want to bring too much attention.
As for the Catania fans. Well, within minutes of entering the stadium I picked up on a "special section." Maybe because it was void of Napoli blue, and in its place were dark blue and red. Maybe it was due to the fact that a very wide section of stairs separated that section of seating from the surrounding two. Or maybe, just maybe it was the fact that both the upper deck and lower deck were completely inclosed in netting. Yes, netting. Although it was suggested that it's there to keep them from throwing things onto the field...I can't help but think it's to keep them safe from the home team's fans. Just in case though, there were a surplus of neon yellow attendants also in this section.
We had to wait until the second half for the first goal of the game, although Napoli had plenty of attempts. It worked out because after the half, they were shooting on our end of the field so we saw them up close. Of course after they took the 2-0 lead, Catania scored 1. And then as we were all really hoping we could see a clock they scored again, tying the game.
What's the point in playing if you're just going to tie at the end of it? Gimme more time on that clock! Gimme a shoot out! Gimme a penalty count per side and award the "nicer" team the win! Gimme something other than a stinkin' tie!
Seriously. For a sport that has such a huge following that work hours are arranged by game times, that players are talked about like family members, that everyone plays how is it that these fans can leave knowing that their team tied. Granted, they didn't lose, but they didn't win either. This honestly may be the one thing that prevents me from being a true soccer fan. I just can't wrap my head around it. I honestly think I'd rather take a loss than a tie. Yes, I know I'm competitive, ma no lo so!
Thursday, March 22, 2012
My First Onomastico!
So according to the incorrect spelling of my name (when will they understand it's K not C?), today is my onomastico! Of course I'm going to celebrate- I am in Italy!
Okay, I hear the wheels spinning in your heads- what is she talking about now?
Stop looking at each other while making "she's crazy looks" so I can fill you in.
Onomastico (oh-no-mas-tico) is the day that you celebrate the saint's name day you are named after. This day is often celebrated in similar ways as a birthday but is often a bigger deal than birthdays. I mean, who really wants to celebrate getting a year older?
I first learned about this Italian tradition when touring Monte di Procida with Enzo. How? Well as we were driving around, he stopped to say hello to someone and we ended up giving the guy a ride a few blocks. In this short time, I learned that it was this guy's onomastico when Enzo was asking him about when drinks would be bought. Apparently it's tradition to go out and celebrate with your family and friends. Yeah, Italy is an incredibly social culture so the way this special day is celebrated really shouldn't be that big of surprise.
I used this link to track down my official day, since I was originally told it was 29 April and who wants to have it the day after her birthday? I mean, I already celebrate my birthday week! If you can't find your name, or variation, don't worry- 1 November is All Saint's Day so it's the catch all for those of you with a not so common name. (Hey Nina- you apparently live in the wrong country! Check out all those country listings over this way. Can you deal with Nino so I can celebrate you here in Italy?)
So although Italian birthdays may give way to Name Day, after much thought I'm not willing to give up my birthdays just yet. Although I thought I'd just stay 28 for a while, my 28th year has been whirlwind of excitement, adventure, change I think 29 is going to be just fine. This just may be a tradition I carry back to the states when those 30-something numbers keep increasing. Eh, I've got some time to ponder all of this, and right now I've got my onomastico to celebrate!
Okay, I hear the wheels spinning in your heads- what is she talking about now?
Stop looking at each other while making "she's crazy looks" so I can fill you in.
Onomastico (oh-no-mas-tico) is the day that you celebrate the saint's name day you are named after. This day is often celebrated in similar ways as a birthday but is often a bigger deal than birthdays. I mean, who really wants to celebrate getting a year older?
I first learned about this Italian tradition when touring Monte di Procida with Enzo. How? Well as we were driving around, he stopped to say hello to someone and we ended up giving the guy a ride a few blocks. In this short time, I learned that it was this guy's onomastico when Enzo was asking him about when drinks would be bought. Apparently it's tradition to go out and celebrate with your family and friends. Yeah, Italy is an incredibly social culture so the way this special day is celebrated really shouldn't be that big of surprise.
I used this link to track down my official day, since I was originally told it was 29 April and who wants to have it the day after her birthday? I mean, I already celebrate my birthday week! If you can't find your name, or variation, don't worry- 1 November is All Saint's Day so it's the catch all for those of you with a not so common name. (Hey Nina- you apparently live in the wrong country! Check out all those country listings over this way. Can you deal with Nino so I can celebrate you here in Italy?)
So although Italian birthdays may give way to Name Day, after much thought I'm not willing to give up my birthdays just yet. Although I thought I'd just stay 28 for a while, my 28th year has been whirlwind of excitement, adventure, change I think 29 is going to be just fine. This just may be a tradition I carry back to the states when those 30-something numbers keep increasing. Eh, I've got some time to ponder all of this, and right now I've got my onomastico to celebrate!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Diciassette, Seventeen, XVII
I'm sure you all haven't noticed, but I had 13 blog followers for several weeks. At first I thought eh, 13 no big deal as I'm not very superstitious. Then I got to thinking, hey, I'm in Italy now and 13 is lucky. Well, maybe it's lucky, but it's not unlucky like back at home.
One of those interesting tidbits gained in Intercultural Relations was the fact that the number 17 is unlucky in Italy. Why? Well after some further research I found the following information:
One of those interesting tidbits gained in Intercultural Relations was the fact that the number 17 is unlucky in Italy. Why? Well after some further research I found the following information:
- When written as a Roman number 17 turns into XVII. With a quick shuffle it turns into VIXI. So what? Well, if you read Latin it translates to "I have lived" which you know, means you're dead.
- Friday the 17th doesn't have quite the same ring to it but the same applies and since Friday was the day Jesus was crucified, it's really unlucky.
- It gets worst! If the 17th falls on a Friday in November you may as well not get out of bed. Why? November is "the month of the deceased" due to the 2 Nov holiday that pays memorial to the deceased.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Intercultural Relations
After yesterday's NCIS, security, driving briefs in addition to endless emergency phone numbers and those stupid lizards, I felt the little confidence I'd been building vanish. Seriously it was one of those "now you see it, now you don't" and at one point I remember thinking I could be home for graduation. Well, I'm still here (I have not been in Monterey despite the rumors) and I'm glad that I fought the urge to stay in bed rather than going back to orientation this morning.
Today was our kick off to intercultural relations. No, this is not how to find, attract, and marry an Italian man. This was an intro to the Italian culture and in many segments of it we ended up comparing and contrasting America to Italy. Within the first few minutes I was a little more at ease again about being here- maybe that's because rather than security up there an Italian woman was presenting this information? At any rate, within minutes I was laughing...how can you not with an image like this?
So I figured if I don't see the world like this I was already on the right path to enjoy my time here...
But then we started talking about personal space. It's no secret that most Americans (myself included) respect a different distance than other cultures. The presenter called a 100% American up to prove this point further. They were at any acceptable distance from each other...maybe 3ft apart? Apparently this offends Italians because they see it as us not liking them.
Crap.
How many Italians have I already offended? I'm going to work on staying within an arms length of people while talking to them and not turn around when in line to glare because someone is way too close. I can do this. Why? Well I learned today that hugs are only given in this country after extended lengths of absence! So yes, if you come and visit me expect a hug but just to say "see you in a few hours?" it's not happening. I'm safe!
Well, safe is all relative...in place of the hug they actually grab your shoulders and then do the cheek to cheek mwahs and this is after only meeting them once before. Hey, you win some, you lose some.
We were also showed a ton of things that we should visit/see while we're here so I'm already getting the official "Tours di Kato" list of things together. Of course, I've yet to check any of these places out for myself but our tour out on town come Friday will help with that.
I've also learned a little bit about how to catch a bus off base. I'm hoping that I can find a local market before too long because this lack of salad fixings (like lettuce) is getting really old. Go figure that all of our produce goes through the distribution centers even when there is a ton of local agriculture. This Salinas valley girl just wants some lettuce!
What else have I learned about my new home?
Okay, believe it not this blog has been written in 3 different locations today- although it started in my "office" I soon realized it was far too nice of a day to be inside. I headed off to the balcony on the 2nd floor to enjoy just a tad of late afternoon sun. When the wind kicked up too much I headed in, but I'm once again out here on the patio (just the other side) enjoying the sky turn from pink/orange to blue and well, now rather navy blue looking. It's so clear that if I manage to stay up just a tad longer I should see some amazing stars. Wait. Who needs stars? I hear and see fireworks off in the distance. I just may never understand this place but I'm still going to play the newbie card for the time being. Really wish you all were here to see this! As cheesy as it sounds I'm totally reminded of the lyrics to Somewhere Out There, but yeah, that's the real sign it's time for me to head back upstairs and get to sleep. Buona notte!
Today was our kick off to intercultural relations. No, this is not how to find, attract, and marry an Italian man. This was an intro to the Italian culture and in many segments of it we ended up comparing and contrasting America to Italy. Within the first few minutes I was a little more at ease again about being here- maybe that's because rather than security up there an Italian woman was presenting this information? At any rate, within minutes I was laughing...how can you not with an image like this?
But then we started talking about personal space. It's no secret that most Americans (myself included) respect a different distance than other cultures. The presenter called a 100% American up to prove this point further. They were at any acceptable distance from each other...maybe 3ft apart? Apparently this offends Italians because they see it as us not liking them.
Crap.
How many Italians have I already offended? I'm going to work on staying within an arms length of people while talking to them and not turn around when in line to glare because someone is way too close. I can do this. Why? Well I learned today that hugs are only given in this country after extended lengths of absence! So yes, if you come and visit me expect a hug but just to say "see you in a few hours?" it's not happening. I'm safe!
Well, safe is all relative...in place of the hug they actually grab your shoulders and then do the cheek to cheek mwahs and this is after only meeting them once before. Hey, you win some, you lose some.
We were also showed a ton of things that we should visit/see while we're here so I'm already getting the official "Tours di Kato" list of things together. Of course, I've yet to check any of these places out for myself but our tour out on town come Friday will help with that.
I've also learned a little bit about how to catch a bus off base. I'm hoping that I can find a local market before too long because this lack of salad fixings (like lettuce) is getting really old. Go figure that all of our produce goes through the distribution centers even when there is a ton of local agriculture. This Salinas valley girl just wants some lettuce!
***WARNING: This is the start of a side story....
After a fair amount debating if I should head to the same eating establishment as I ate the other night earlier tonight I caved. I wasn't dreading it because of the lack of quality food, but rather the fact that I've been craving sugar all day and knew I'd cave and just eat dessert for dinner. After the plan of what I was going to get (no dessert!) I headed down and asked for my "table for uno." My heart nearly broke when I realized my Italian meal plan of red wine and bruschetta was a no go because of the lack of tomatoes. I think the waiter sensed my distraught and when I asked what other dish I could have with veggies he was very helpful. I ended up with Mongolian Chicken. Yep. I'm now eating Asian cuisine in Italy, next to a picture of George Washington. I had to giggle when this all hit me but you know what? I got my veggies (zucchini, peppers, fresh mushrooms, carrots). But seriously. I need tomatoes and lettuce real soon. End Story***What else have I learned about my new home?
- We don't use pennies here. Why not? They would cost more money to ship than they are worth. Yes, I'm operating in two currencies now- the dollar and euro- one inside the wire and the other outside.
- There are so many historic artifacts found while doing construction they've just decided to proceed anyway. Apparently there are a few clear panels to the ground to see what they found while building...I'll have to look for that next time grocery shopping. When they built the metro out in town they just dug it super deep- they figured the extra time spent digging was less than the time it would take to clear all the archeological findings. Yeah, this place is old. Multiple "ancient civilizations?"
- I need to start sleeping for New Year's now. Apparently dinner starts NYE at 9pm, you eat until 12 (that's really not a stretch considering what I've already seen). They then do fireworks (both on their balconies and official ones in the sky) for about an hour. Then it's time to dress up and go hit the clubs until 7am. (Ha.) You'd think they go home after that? No. Coffee shops open early on 1 January so you can go have your first cup of caffè to kick off the new year. It's considered good luck. Only then can you go to bed.
Okay, believe it not this blog has been written in 3 different locations today- although it started in my "office" I soon realized it was far too nice of a day to be inside. I headed off to the balcony on the 2nd floor to enjoy just a tad of late afternoon sun. When the wind kicked up too much I headed in, but I'm once again out here on the patio (just the other side) enjoying the sky turn from pink/orange to blue and well, now rather navy blue looking. It's so clear that if I manage to stay up just a tad longer I should see some amazing stars. Wait. Who needs stars? I hear and see fireworks off in the distance. I just may never understand this place but I'm still going to play the newbie card for the time being. Really wish you all were here to see this! As cheesy as it sounds I'm totally reminded of the lyrics to Somewhere Out There, but yeah, that's the real sign it's time for me to head back upstairs and get to sleep. Buona notte!
And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky
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