With all of the happy news in the last year, it’s hard to believe that it was also a year ago today that we lost my dad (Pat Curley, 1953-2008). He’d be so excited about everything that’s happening now: our marriage, my own business, living overseas and most of all, his first grandchild. Missing him and thinking of him today.
Monthly Archives: January 2009
There’s good news and bad.
We’re in the new place! (good)
We don’t have Internet. (bad)
Everything went smoothly. Since we only brought the barest of essentials, nearly every one of our boxes went into la cucina, la camera da letto or l’office. Kitchen, master bedroom or the office. At one point the movers asked us if we like to eat a lot. Actually, yes.
More updates next time I have online access.
UPDATE (Jan. 28): Still no Internet.
UPDATE (Jan. 29): No.
UPDATE (Jan. 30): No Internet so we went to Paris for the weekend.
UPDATE (Feb. 5): Technician arrives, but no Internet.
UPDATE (Feb. 6): We’re on!
Fact no. 3.
More of a cultural observation than a “fact” but amusing (and true) all the same…
Consider the humble cappuccino. After ten o’clock in the morning, it is unethical, and possibly even unlawful, to order one. You wouldn’t have one in the afternoon unless the weather was very cold. Needless to say, sipping a cappuccino after a meal is something only non-Italians do. Pizzas at midday are for schoolkids. Rice with meat is perfect, but pasta with meat is embarrassing unless it’s cooked in the sauce. Having a starter after your pasta raises no eyebrows, but eating a main meat dish or fish dish instead of a starter looks greedy. Grating Parmesan cheese over clams is an offense against religion, but if a young chef suggests it, express approval. Wine in flasks is for tourists–package tourists if the flask is hanging on the wall. Finally, there is garlic. Like elegance, garlic should be present but not intrude. The bruschetta garlic toast served in some Italian restaurants abroad would be actionable in Italy.
Once an English friend called this sort of thing “food fascism.” I told her she was exaggerating. She had ordered a cappuccino after her evening meal, and the waiter refrained from calling the police.
— From La Bella Figura: A Field Guide to the Italian Mind by Beppe Severgnini
Survivor said it best, didn’t they? In this case, taking on the world really boils down to making a decision. And we did it! Thank you for your votes and well wishes. We’re going with (drum roll, please)…Apartment A, alias “Villa Borghese“, alias “Marimekko“, alias “The 70s Apartment“.
We’re meeting with the lawyers tomorrow and hope to be in motion as early as next weekend. Nothing would please our current landlords more than an early departure (apparently the young man we’re renting from has “family pressure” to get us out so his father, who owns the apartment, can remodel.). Don’t worry kid, we’re all on the same page. No one would be happier to see the inside of a moving van, filled with my own lovely things. Soon enough!
My friends came! Barbra and Jen, girlfriends from New York, flew in last week for a molto-enjoyable visit. We walked, talked and…ate. And thanks to their sherpa-like efforts, baby will have approximately 1 million white onesies (made of organic cotton, thank you very much) and Paul will be set for cinnamon Altoids until he cleans out all 20 tins or turns into one himself. Whichever comes first.