In our first post from Italy, I said “We are proud to say that we have NOT received any parking tickets yet!”
Well, Italy responded.
It said “You two Americans think you’re pretty smart, no? Ha ha ha! Well, here’s that parking ticket! AND, just for giggles, I’ll throw in a surprise street cleaning — which because you don’t know about it, and because there may or may not be a notice about the cleaning posted in the parking lot (but probably not) — your cute little Fiat rental will be towed!”
And so, our cute Fiat was towed.
Dov’è la mia Fiat? (Reenactment at the scene of the crime)
Our last post was titled “Happy Spring, Everyone!”
I spoke too soon.
Just moments after uploading that post, Luke and I headed out to explore the hills of Bologna, and it was the PERFECT spring day. There’s no day in all the days that have ever been that could be better suited for a blog post titled “Happy Spring”. In fact, when we checked in at our first destination on FourSquare, one of the comments read “If you are there it means only one thing: springtime has come!”
Due to our lack of Internet during the week, we weren’t all out prepared for our first weekend in Bologna. But we had a guide book in hand. Actually it was on my PC since it was the E-book version. It was titled “101 cose da fare a Bologna almeno una volta nella vita” (“101 things to do in Bologna at least once in your life”), and as you might have guessed, it was written in Italian. I couldn’t understand much of what the book was instructing us to do, but I knew that #81 sounded intriguing. It included words like avventurarsi, parco, monte, splendidi panorami, punto panoramico, bella passeggiata, una splendida vista, and picnic. Continue reading
I was planning to start this post using the analogy of March coming in like a lion.
It was around the beginning of March that our plan to leave for Bologna kicked into high gear. Within a couple weeks — filled with last minute dentist appointments, DMV visits, car repairs, and car selling (yes… Luke’s Jetta broke down two days before his flight and now belongs to one of the Service Managers at a VW shop) — we were moved out of our LA apartment and headed to Italy! There was also abnormally ferocious weather (torrential rain and body stopping winds) in the days leading up to our departure. I felt like Mary Poppins — the winds were turning and my time in LA was up.
BUT– Luke objected. Surely March comes in like a LAMB, and out like a lion, since April-June is tornado season in Oklahoma…
Analogy aside, I do love that our initial move is lining up with the changing of seasons. Our move is also coinciding with big changes for some of our closest friends — a couple friends with new jobs, a friend with a new apartment in a new hood, and friends and family with new babies or babies on the way (congrats to all!). I guess I find it poetic. Or maybe because change can be bittersweet, I find it a comforting reminder that change is a natural part of life. Continue reading
View from Runyon Canyon Park near Hollywood
In Italian, “ciao” can be used for either “hello” or “goodbye”. As we say “ciao” (“hello”) to Bologna, we are also saying “ciao” (“goodbye”) to our temporary home for the last few months, Los Angeles, a.k.a. La-La Land.
LA is huge. It is enormous. Its area is over 400 square miles and it has at least 80 distinct neighborhoods. The plus side of LA being so big is that there is something for everyone. Continue reading
In his commencement address at Stanford, Steve Jobs said “You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.” Continue reading