I'm sorry I haven't written for over two weeks. Even in Rome, life as a mother can get pretty routine. School, Halloween parties, birthday parties, dinner, laundry, meals, cleaning, etc.. I sometimes feel like there isn't anything exciting or different to write about. My world in Rome is wonderfully different, but the mom part of my life is just like any other Mother's life. I quit my old Italian classes that were free because they were HORRIBLE (nothing worth anything in this world is free), and I decided my last month in Rome, before going home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, I would buckle down and really study the language. I am so glad I did. It is a little expensive but so worth it. Not only am I learning so much Italian, but I've met some great people. My best friends are Monique an actress from L.A. and Father John, a Catholic Priest from Ireland. I wish I would have done the classes from day one. My Italian would be much better.
We went to Sorrento last weekend with my actress friend from class, Monique. She is beautiful and has a million Italian boyfriends. She has one in Sorrento and he owns hotels all over the Amalfi Coast. We stayed two nights in one of his hotels. He was so nice to let Luke and I tag along. He even paid for our meals. Sorrento is a very cute town on the Amalfi Coast, about 30 minutes from Naples. They are famous for their lemon trees. The food was amazing. We ate at great restaraunts, even better pizza than my favorite place in Rome. Luke is so patient. I know Italy isn't the most exciting place for a four year old to travel. We do a lot of restaraunts and shopping, he is such a trooper.
Before we left for Sorrento our Ward in Rome had a Halloween party. Luke went as Dracula. It was the cheapest costume I could find, but he seemed happy with it. In SLC we have a million costumes that he would have loved to have used (Spiderman, Iron Man, Buzz light year), but we made due with a cape and Dracula teeth. Halloween isn't really that big here, but they still seem to do a little of it. The stores have Halloween decorations and the kids usually just trick-o-treat at the shops around their homes. The costumes only consist of witches, skulls, draculas, ghost, and scary things. They don't get creative but at the same time they stay true the real spirit of Halloween.
Observation of the Week:
There are over 9,000 Catholic Priest in Rome. Did you know Priest study for eight years at Universities?They are required to get double majors and have enough education to have a Phd. My friend John (the priest) has a double major degree from Oxford. They are very educated. I had no idea.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
La Dolce Vita
Just a quick reminder before I get started, if you scroll down to the bottom of the page there are more pictures. Okay so this week was fun. My friend Rebecca who is now in India (many people have referred to me coming to Italy, similar to the book Eat, Pray, Love, but Rebecca's story fits the bill much more than mine) anyway, she took me to the greatest place to eat on Tuesday night. It is called SAID and it is a very old, and possibly the first chocolate factory in Rome. It is known for it's amazing desserts but the food was to die for. I wish I would have taken a picture of the food. We shared the most amazing zuchinni flower souffle that melted in your mouth. The texture was unlike anything I've tried and they topped it with pistachio's and bacon. If you come to visit I will take you there.
On Saturday Luke and I spent the whole day in Villa Borghese. It is a beautiful, park, like Central Park in NYC. It is very big and there are many things to do. We rented a boat and boated around a pond that was full of turtles and fish as big as Luke. We rented a bike thingy and biked in the rain around the entire park, we went to the children's library and read children's books, but they were in Italian so I had to pretend I could read them and guess what they were about by looking at the pictures (which gave me a great idea of a way to improve my Italian, go read children's books and take a dictionary to tranlate), then we ended the day with a beautiful sunset on top of Piazza di Popolo where we could see the city of Rome and the beautiful St. Peter's Cathedral "Vatican".
The beauty here is indescribable. The pictures and my words will never do it justice. I haven't been able to find a job. A work visa is almost impossible to get in Italy, and people won't hire me without one, so my time here might have to be cut short. I would live here for years if I could get a good job, but I can't just walk around Rome everyday (as much as I love it) without a purpose. I need a job, so I'm not sure what to do from here. I do know however, that Italy will be a place I hopefully visit once a year. I just love it, and I am determined to speak Italian fluently.
Learning Italian has made me appreciate the fact that I can speak Spanish so well. I think I took it for granted, and I didn't appreciate it as a gift. Speaking another language really is a gift and I've forgotton how hard it can be for people to learn. I think Spanish came easy to me not only because of the mission but also from marrying Alex, working as an interpreter and other relationships I have with Spanish speaking people. I'm grateful now for the gift to speak another language and I will be a better Spanish teacher in the future for having gone through this experience. I really thought learning Italian would be easy but it is harder than I thought. I have been humbled, and I will be more patient and understanding to those I teach in the future. I won't give up though, I will be tri-langual, and who knows, maybe someday I will move to Paris (if I'm an old maid, and Luke is on his mission) and I'll learn French and then I'll be...... what's the word for 4 languages?
Observation of the Week:
Although Rome is beautiful, there are many things that remind me of a third world country, for example; there is dog poop everywhere, it is very dirty, there are beggars, Luke went on a ride and there was no seat belt, he almost fell out and could have gotton very hurt, the other day I saw a guy washing windows at a stop lights for money, you can buy packets of tissues from your car, and there are vendors on every corner selling roasted chessnuts, jewelery, shoes, clothes, and of course fruit. It really reminds me of my mission except the people speak Italian, dress much nicer, and they aren't as humble. It is a lot prettier however, and the food is much better, oh and the men are better looking.
On Saturday Luke and I spent the whole day in Villa Borghese. It is a beautiful, park, like Central Park in NYC. It is very big and there are many things to do. We rented a boat and boated around a pond that was full of turtles and fish as big as Luke. We rented a bike thingy and biked in the rain around the entire park, we went to the children's library and read children's books, but they were in Italian so I had to pretend I could read them and guess what they were about by looking at the pictures (which gave me a great idea of a way to improve my Italian, go read children's books and take a dictionary to tranlate), then we ended the day with a beautiful sunset on top of Piazza di Popolo where we could see the city of Rome and the beautiful St. Peter's Cathedral "Vatican".
The beauty here is indescribable. The pictures and my words will never do it justice. I haven't been able to find a job. A work visa is almost impossible to get in Italy, and people won't hire me without one, so my time here might have to be cut short. I would live here for years if I could get a good job, but I can't just walk around Rome everyday (as much as I love it) without a purpose. I need a job, so I'm not sure what to do from here. I do know however, that Italy will be a place I hopefully visit once a year. I just love it, and I am determined to speak Italian fluently.
Learning Italian has made me appreciate the fact that I can speak Spanish so well. I think I took it for granted, and I didn't appreciate it as a gift. Speaking another language really is a gift and I've forgotton how hard it can be for people to learn. I think Spanish came easy to me not only because of the mission but also from marrying Alex, working as an interpreter and other relationships I have with Spanish speaking people. I'm grateful now for the gift to speak another language and I will be a better Spanish teacher in the future for having gone through this experience. I really thought learning Italian would be easy but it is harder than I thought. I have been humbled, and I will be more patient and understanding to those I teach in the future. I won't give up though, I will be tri-langual, and who knows, maybe someday I will move to Paris (if I'm an old maid, and Luke is on his mission) and I'll learn French and then I'll be...... what's the word for 4 languages?
Observation of the Week:
Although Rome is beautiful, there are many things that remind me of a third world country, for example; there is dog poop everywhere, it is very dirty, there are beggars, Luke went on a ride and there was no seat belt, he almost fell out and could have gotton very hurt, the other day I saw a guy washing windows at a stop lights for money, you can buy packets of tissues from your car, and there are vendors on every corner selling roasted chessnuts, jewelery, shoes, clothes, and of course fruit. It really reminds me of my mission except the people speak Italian, dress much nicer, and they aren't as humble. It is a lot prettier however, and the food is much better, oh and the men are better looking.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Still Loving Rome
The greatest thing happened this Sunday. They announced at church that they are breaking ground to build a temple here in Rome. The actual fact that they are building a temple wasn't what excited me (I take temples for granted living in Utah, and I didn't think that much of it) but the reaction of the members of the ward touched my heart. They were gasping, crying, shaking, screaming with excitement, even the young men and women, and the children were so over joyed. They would give testimonies about how when they were growing up they were one of ten members in the ward, that they would only dream of travelling to Switzerland to visit the temple, and what a miracle it was to see a temple being built in Italy. I know not all my friends and family that read this are members of my church, but I just wanted to express how spiritual and beautiful this experience was for me. It really put things in perspective for me. I am so grateful for the gospel whether I'm in Utah or in Italy. It is the same spirit everywhere, and I love to feel it. Hearing the same beautiful music, meeting wonderful people, and feeling the spirit each Sunday is so comforting to me. I am lucky to have it in my life, wherever I go in the world.
I discovered the best Pizza in Rome, so if you come to visit I will take you there. We have been three times this week already. I discovered the first Gelato shop ever, and tried the rice flavored gelato which is kind of like frozen rice pudding, has real rice in it, and it is to die for. The weather is beautiful, cool and fallish. The women here are so stylish. Everybody wears cute boots and all different kinds. There isn't one specific kind that is in style. The boots are short, long, leather, suede, black, grey, purple, brown, with bows, buckles, rhinestones, heels, no heels, whatever they feel looks cute. I like how there isn't a specific style. The women go with what they think looks sexy to them and they all look great.
Every now and then I'll duck into a church (they are EVERYWHERE and they are amazing), and ponder about life. I'm so lucky to just "pop in" the most beautiful churches full of soft worn marble, gold, beautifully painted ceilings and walls, marble statues, the detail of the molding, etc. Instead of popping into Anthropology really quick at the Gateway, I'm popping into beautiful historic Roman Cathedrals that are thousands of years old, with painting and sculptures created by some of the most talented artists of all time.
Observation of the week: They don't refrigerate their eggs and milk in the grocery store. How does it stay fresh? Everything is in small portions too, so you have to go back to the store every other day. The markets are tiny with not much of a selection. I need to go to different stores to get different things. I feel like I'm at the market everyday. I do miss Costco, Target, and Wallmart just a little, but that's the price you pay for character and quaint Italian personality.
I discovered the best Pizza in Rome, so if you come to visit I will take you there. We have been three times this week already. I discovered the first Gelato shop ever, and tried the rice flavored gelato which is kind of like frozen rice pudding, has real rice in it, and it is to die for. The weather is beautiful, cool and fallish. The women here are so stylish. Everybody wears cute boots and all different kinds. There isn't one specific kind that is in style. The boots are short, long, leather, suede, black, grey, purple, brown, with bows, buckles, rhinestones, heels, no heels, whatever they feel looks cute. I like how there isn't a specific style. The women go with what they think looks sexy to them and they all look great.
Every now and then I'll duck into a church (they are EVERYWHERE and they are amazing), and ponder about life. I'm so lucky to just "pop in" the most beautiful churches full of soft worn marble, gold, beautifully painted ceilings and walls, marble statues, the detail of the molding, etc. Instead of popping into Anthropology really quick at the Gateway, I'm popping into beautiful historic Roman Cathedrals that are thousands of years old, with painting and sculptures created by some of the most talented artists of all time.
Observation of the week: They don't refrigerate their eggs and milk in the grocery store. How does it stay fresh? Everything is in small portions too, so you have to go back to the store every other day. The markets are tiny with not much of a selection. I need to go to different stores to get different things. I feel like I'm at the market everyday. I do miss Costco, Target, and Wallmart just a little, but that's the price you pay for character and quaint Italian personality.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Lake Como
I have found the place I want to retire! LAKE COMO! It was beautiful, and so not what I was expecting. I was thinking it was a small little town with a medium sized lake. It was gigantic. It seemed as though it was as big as Lake Powell, it just went forever in all directions. It was huge and had a ton of cute small italian towns all around it. It would take weeks to vistit all the little towns. We went to about five. We stayed in Monterosso, where I want to retire. Luke and I took the train and met my friend Lindy and her mom in Milan. Together we took a train to Como and then a bus to Monterosso. We stayed in a cute hotel, and when they left to go to Florence we stayed another night, but in a hostel (only 19 euro for both of us). It was fun to be around so many travelers. Luke was given so much attention by the people staying at the hostel, kind of a family type setting. He loved it.
On the way back from Lake Como I thought Luke and I could spend the day in Milan since I'd never been there. People have told me Milan wasn't that great and not really worth seeing, but I am so glad we went. I have seen many beautiful churches in my life, but the main church in Milan, The Duomo, was breathtaking. It literally took my breath away. I was amazing at how beautiful and big it was. I loved it. We shopped and ate and walked around for the day and then we took the night train, which was a horrible experience and I will NEVER do it again.
The night train was the cheapest option plus I thought it would be empty and we could sleep. The seats are in little rooms with six chairs that you can make into beds, but the train was full, not one seat was empty. I didn't buy Luke a ticket because I thought there would be so many empty seats. Just picture a tiny enclosed space with six seats, four were occupied by big fat Italian men, the one directly across from me was occupied by a really tall African man with such long legs, they all smelled of b.o., Luke was on my lap asleep, but moving around every five minutes, they for some reason didn't want to open the window, it was soooo hot and smelly, the men were snoring, sweating, making noises, I was in the middle, they acted annoyed by every move Luke made, and this was a 7 hour train ride! This was all after transferring from a very small town, with a tiny train station, at midnight, sitting on the dirty floor, looking like gypsies, Luke asleep in my arms, waiting for two hours for our connection to Rome. One woman offered to get Luke some food, we really looked like beggars, all to save $40. Yes I am a Harmsen, it is in my blood, I don't know why I go to such lengths to save money, but I guess there are worse character traits than being frugal.
We are back in Rome, Luke is in school. I had my first Italian lesson today. My teacher doesn't speak Italian and she is pretty funny. She just points to things in the room and says it in Italian, it's a free class so I can't expect too much. My skin has been acting very funny here, it is really red and irritated. She asked me in front of the whole class what was wrong with my skin? She went on forever telling me to go to a dermatologist, and then even had the class repeat words like dermatologist and skin in Italian. She even wrote it on the board. Now I will never forget the word pelle (skin). I was embarrassed but it was also pretty funny. I felt like I was back in Chile where they ask you about every little red mark or irritation and tell you about all the creams you should buy and all the doctors you should see.
Observation of the Week
I have observed that all the Italian children have blonde hair and blue eyes, yet the adults don't. Luke is the most Italian looking boy in his class.
On the way back from Lake Como I thought Luke and I could spend the day in Milan since I'd never been there. People have told me Milan wasn't that great and not really worth seeing, but I am so glad we went. I have seen many beautiful churches in my life, but the main church in Milan, The Duomo, was breathtaking. It literally took my breath away. I was amazing at how beautiful and big it was. I loved it. We shopped and ate and walked around for the day and then we took the night train, which was a horrible experience and I will NEVER do it again.
The night train was the cheapest option plus I thought it would be empty and we could sleep. The seats are in little rooms with six chairs that you can make into beds, but the train was full, not one seat was empty. I didn't buy Luke a ticket because I thought there would be so many empty seats. Just picture a tiny enclosed space with six seats, four were occupied by big fat Italian men, the one directly across from me was occupied by a really tall African man with such long legs, they all smelled of b.o., Luke was on my lap asleep, but moving around every five minutes, they for some reason didn't want to open the window, it was soooo hot and smelly, the men were snoring, sweating, making noises, I was in the middle, they acted annoyed by every move Luke made, and this was a 7 hour train ride! This was all after transferring from a very small town, with a tiny train station, at midnight, sitting on the dirty floor, looking like gypsies, Luke asleep in my arms, waiting for two hours for our connection to Rome. One woman offered to get Luke some food, we really looked like beggars, all to save $40. Yes I am a Harmsen, it is in my blood, I don't know why I go to such lengths to save money, but I guess there are worse character traits than being frugal.
We are back in Rome, Luke is in school. I had my first Italian lesson today. My teacher doesn't speak Italian and she is pretty funny. She just points to things in the room and says it in Italian, it's a free class so I can't expect too much. My skin has been acting very funny here, it is really red and irritated. She asked me in front of the whole class what was wrong with my skin? She went on forever telling me to go to a dermatologist, and then even had the class repeat words like dermatologist and skin in Italian. She even wrote it on the board. Now I will never forget the word pelle (skin). I was embarrassed but it was also pretty funny. I felt like I was back in Chile where they ask you about every little red mark or irritation and tell you about all the creams you should buy and all the doctors you should see.
Observation of the Week
I have observed that all the Italian children have blonde hair and blue eyes, yet the adults don't. Luke is the most Italian looking boy in his class.
Monday, September 27, 2010
September 18th-September 25th
It is strange having my little friend in school all day. I'm not used to having so much time by myself and although it is nice having my own time and space, I still miss him and I'm a little lonely without him. Luke is in school from 8:30- 4:00 Monday-Friday. That is a long time for a 4 year-old to be away from him mom. He doesn't love it, but he doesn't hate it. He's slowly learning a few Italian words each day and he says they are nice to him. He is happy when I pick him up at the end of the day, so that gives me comfort. I walk him to school every morning. It is about a 25 minute walk each way. It is nice walking together. It is fun to see the same people each day as we pass the same shops, and apartment buildings. On my way home from dropping Luke off I get a hot chocolate and a croissant at the same cafe each day. I don't even have to order, they know me and know what I want so they just bring it to me. I kind of have a crush on the guy there. He is so handsome and I think he flirts with me, but I am so stupid when it comes to that kind of stuff I'm not really sure. I wouldn't even know how to flirt back.
I'm getting lots of exercise because it is 25 min. to Luke's school and then I walk 25min. back, then I walk 25 min. again to pick him up then another 25 min. back home with him. That is just getting Luke to and from school, it doesn't even include all the walking I do each day. You'd think I'd lose weight with all the walking but HELLO, I am in Italy, I EAT amazing things each day (croissants, pizza, pasta, gelato, etc.). It is all so good that I can't help myself. At least with the walking I am breaking even, and I although I haven't lost pounds I haven't gained any either, and at least I'm more toned.
I signed up for Italian classes. They start October 5th, and the teacher doesn't speak English so that will be interesting. I have a job interview on Monday to teach English and if that goes well I'll be making some money, which will be nice since we are barely scraping by.
I met with a guy named Giuseppe last night at a park to practice Italian. I met him on Craigslist. He wanted to practice his English with somebody and in exchange he would help them with Italian. Luke played while we talked. He is nice and I think getting together with him once a week will really help my Italian. He has a scooter too so maybe when I get to know him a little better I'll ask him to take me for a spin around the city. There are scooters EVERYWHERE, more scooters than cars. I would love to ride one. They have them for rent but It's like driving in NYC for the first time, not the best place to start learning. They drive just as passionately as they speak, eat, love, and fight. They drive very fast and they don't follow the rules, if there are any. Maybe one day I'll get the courage to do it.
Every week I'd like to write a fun observation I have about the Italian culture/people. Here is my Observation of the Week- I have observed that the older men here are about the cutest things on the planet. They just wander around their neighborhoods dressed as if they are going to meet the Queen of England. They have a full piece suit, all pressed, with a fresh shirt and tie, their hair is neatly combed, they have fabulous shoes on that are freshly polished, they are shaved and they smell amazing. They look like something out of a storybook, or old movie. They smile at you, nod their heads, they love Luke and touch his cheek when they see him. They don't have anywhere to go yet they look so nice. I'll try to take pictures so you can see what I'm talking about. Until next week! Ciao Belli!!!!!
I'm getting lots of exercise because it is 25 min. to Luke's school and then I walk 25min. back, then I walk 25 min. again to pick him up then another 25 min. back home with him. That is just getting Luke to and from school, it doesn't even include all the walking I do each day. You'd think I'd lose weight with all the walking but HELLO, I am in Italy, I EAT amazing things each day (croissants, pizza, pasta, gelato, etc.). It is all so good that I can't help myself. At least with the walking I am breaking even, and I although I haven't lost pounds I haven't gained any either, and at least I'm more toned.
I signed up for Italian classes. They start October 5th, and the teacher doesn't speak English so that will be interesting. I have a job interview on Monday to teach English and if that goes well I'll be making some money, which will be nice since we are barely scraping by.
I met with a guy named Giuseppe last night at a park to practice Italian. I met him on Craigslist. He wanted to practice his English with somebody and in exchange he would help them with Italian. Luke played while we talked. He is nice and I think getting together with him once a week will really help my Italian. He has a scooter too so maybe when I get to know him a little better I'll ask him to take me for a spin around the city. There are scooters EVERYWHERE, more scooters than cars. I would love to ride one. They have them for rent but It's like driving in NYC for the first time, not the best place to start learning. They drive just as passionately as they speak, eat, love, and fight. They drive very fast and they don't follow the rules, if there are any. Maybe one day I'll get the courage to do it.
Every week I'd like to write a fun observation I have about the Italian culture/people. Here is my Observation of the Week- I have observed that the older men here are about the cutest things on the planet. They just wander around their neighborhoods dressed as if they are going to meet the Queen of England. They have a full piece suit, all pressed, with a fresh shirt and tie, their hair is neatly combed, they have fabulous shoes on that are freshly polished, they are shaved and they smell amazing. They look like something out of a storybook, or old movie. They smile at you, nod their heads, they love Luke and touch his cheek when they see him. They don't have anywhere to go yet they look so nice. I'll try to take pictures so you can see what I'm talking about. Until next week! Ciao Belli!!!!!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
First Month in Rome
Hello, finally I have started the blog! We have been in Rome for exactly one month from today. I still love it and I don't want to leave. For the past month we have been Roaming (excuse the pun.) We went to the beach quite a bit (only 45min away on the subway and really nice), we've made some great friends from church, we've learned a little Italian, we've eaten a TON of gelato, pasta, and pizza, and we have walked and walked and walked, just like pioneer children (except we don't sing.)
We live in a great apartment in a very nice area of Rome called San Giovanni. Everybody has their clothes hanging out their windows to dry, you hear women screaming at their husbands, children are whining in their Italian accents, we can see people watching T.V., having sex, cooking, even showering from our couch or bedroom, and kitchen table. We have two balconies and we leave the doors open because it is the only way to get air. Everybody else does the same so we hear and see everybody's business. Mamma Mia Italians are loud and passionate! We don't have any English T.V. stations so I've been trying to watch T.V. in Italian so I can learn. I understand a lot, but speaking it has been harder than I thought. We watch a lot of MTV. Luke can now sing "California girls" by heart and also "She's a Monster, beautiful Monster."
Luke started Public Italian school yesterday. I was so very proud of that adorable little boy. He didn't cry or get scared even though he can't understand anything anybody says. He just does what I ask and he trust me that it is the right thing to do. He is such a good boy and he is loving it here too. I think he has loved having me all to himself more than anything else. He has a new best friend from church. An American family is living here for a couple of years and they have a four year old boy. They are such great friends and Luke calls him his Bestie.
Carly (Mia's friend) came to Rome the first 10 days we were here. It was so great having her. She really made the transition much less stressful, lonely, and boring. We had so much fun. My friend Lindy is here now with her mom. They have been here for about 5 days and they will go on to Positano tomorrow. We might go with them to Lake Como. I will write at least once a week, probably on Sundays. It is hard to write emails to everybody, and then write it all again in a journal. Telephone calls are expensive, so this is a good way to keep you all updated on what we are doing. We miss you, and love you very much. Thank-you for your prayers and support while we are having this adventure. I will write again on Sunday. Ciao Belli!!!
We live in a great apartment in a very nice area of Rome called San Giovanni. Everybody has their clothes hanging out their windows to dry, you hear women screaming at their husbands, children are whining in their Italian accents, we can see people watching T.V., having sex, cooking, even showering from our couch or bedroom, and kitchen table. We have two balconies and we leave the doors open because it is the only way to get air. Everybody else does the same so we hear and see everybody's business. Mamma Mia Italians are loud and passionate! We don't have any English T.V. stations so I've been trying to watch T.V. in Italian so I can learn. I understand a lot, but speaking it has been harder than I thought. We watch a lot of MTV. Luke can now sing "California girls" by heart and also "She's a Monster, beautiful Monster."
Luke started Public Italian school yesterday. I was so very proud of that adorable little boy. He didn't cry or get scared even though he can't understand anything anybody says. He just does what I ask and he trust me that it is the right thing to do. He is such a good boy and he is loving it here too. I think he has loved having me all to himself more than anything else. He has a new best friend from church. An American family is living here for a couple of years and they have a four year old boy. They are such great friends and Luke calls him his Bestie.
Carly (Mia's friend) came to Rome the first 10 days we were here. It was so great having her. She really made the transition much less stressful, lonely, and boring. We had so much fun. My friend Lindy is here now with her mom. They have been here for about 5 days and they will go on to Positano tomorrow. We might go with them to Lake Como. I will write at least once a week, probably on Sundays. It is hard to write emails to everybody, and then write it all again in a journal. Telephone calls are expensive, so this is a good way to keep you all updated on what we are doing. We miss you, and love you very much. Thank-you for your prayers and support while we are having this adventure. I will write again on Sunday. Ciao Belli!!!
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