It's all about the Benjamin's baby.........

on Wednesday, April 27, 2005

School is almost finished for the academic year, yeah... But the only bad thing is the summer is unpaid, so I have to compensate with private lessons. At least with private English lessons I have more control of my schedule. Either with the school or privately, the money isn't all that great. At least it's a job, better than a swift kick in the backside.

My husband and I want to start our own business in the States, maybe in the Galveston, Texas area. I've spent I don't know how many hours in front of the PC researching the type of business we're looking at opening, demographics for several cities in the United States etc. Now it's just a matter of getting a business plan written, and of course the MOST important factor, finding financing. Seems like the most difficult part of this project is of course finding fundage. Like with everything else in life, always boils down to money. I hope that we're able to find the means to do this, I'm to to point where I'd do ALMOST anything.........

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Beautiful day in the neighborhood.

on Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Spring is FINALLY here! Yeah! Over the weekend was rainy, and cold. Today, sunny, and 72 F, go figure.

Yesterday was a bank holiday here in Italy, Liberation Day, 60th anniversary of being "liberated" from fascism and Benito Mussolini. I guess his granddaughter, Alessandra Mussolini is trying to get into or is IN politics, not sure which party she's affiliated. All I know is she's a right-winger. There are so MANY political parties in Italy. Some of my students have told me even for an Italian it's hard to keep track of how many political parties there are. They're broken down into three parts: Left, Center, and Right. Then they're broken down again into Center Right, Right etc. etc. Even a specific political party can be broken down into many smaller groups. For example, Forza Italia (don't know what side of the tracks they're on), is broken down into several smaller parties.

Nothing moves fast in Italy, ok minus the traffic on the highway (autostrada in Italian). For example, this morning I had to go to the grocery store, the doctor for a prescription, post office and the pharmacy. By the time all was said and done, took me three hours, including unloading the my car, which was parked a block and half away from my house, since the owner of our condo is tearing up the parking lot to repair the ceiling of the underground parking. That is SUPPOSED to be finished by Saturday. I'm not holding my breath, would suffocate waiting. All this, and I STILL have to go to the bank. That'll have to wait, since my bank is in Milan and it's a 40 minute train ride one way, and my bank is only open in the morning. I'll probably just go next week, after getting paid, make the trip more worth while. Plus I have to go to a bookstore, Messaggerie Musicali, to see if they have a certain book in English. This bookstore is a little spendy, but at least they have a somewhat decent selection of books in English.

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on Friday, April 22, 2005


Our Wedding Day, April 28th Posted by Hello

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Me in the Windy City of Chicago Posted by Hello

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Why am I here?

Why am I in Italy you ask? Well, my husband, Luca, is Italian 100%. He was born and raised in the area, self-employed and was easier at the time for me to move here than vice-versa. We met while I was here on vacation October 2001, and were married April 28, 2002. Less than two weeks later, I was here in Italy.

The first three months or so were a bit of a whirlwind, getting enrolled in this that and the other, the normal things when one moves to a different place, let alone another country. Yes, I was homesick, spent many a night crying, wondering why the hell I moved. I love my husband dearly, I don't regret marrying him for one moment. To this day I still sometimes wonder WHY I moved instead of the other way around, of Luca moving to the States. I can say it has been an experience living here, and can always say "I lived in Italy".

We're planning on moving back to the States in the near future, since we're BOTH getting sick of living here. We each have different reasons for being tired of the shit here, but at least agree on moving to the States. For Luca a lot of it has to do with the political and economic situation here at the moment, for me it's the mentality, way of life, etc. I realize that nowhere is perfect, but at least in some places it's better than others.

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Introduction

Hi there, welcome to my neck of the woods. My name is Ann, I'm 33 years old, married with no kids. My husband, Luca, is 40 and Italian, born and raised here in Italy. I'm originally from South Dakota, good ol' U.S. of A., and to think I actually moved to Italy for a man. I love my husband dearly, but honestly can't say the same about this country. That's another post for another rainy day. We live in the suburbs of Milan, about 20 miles northwest, between Varese and Milan. Luca is a computer technician, and I am a full-time housewife/part-time English teacher.

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