Ok, first of all, I gave up on the rest of the Beth trivia because there wasn’t much participation, and my internet availability has been limited. Oh well. And now a few words on adaptation.
So far, the biggest difference for me between my life in America and my life in Italy is that I haven’t had constant access to the internet. We will have it in the house in the next few weeks, but (A.) Carla (my friend/former co-worker) and Joe (her husband who is stationed here with the Navy) just moved into the house about five days before I got here, so they’ve had other things to deal with, and (B.) we’re working with both the military AND Italians, so things take longer to get done. And as many of you predicted, getting used to not being always attached to my CrackBerry has taken me through all the stages of withdrawal. Well, maybe not all of them, but it is different for sure.
Anyhoe, this requires me to do things differently. For example, I’m writing this post in my word processor, and it is Sunday. I doubt we’ll get to a place with WiFi today, but maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to just copy, paste and post it for your reading pleasure. I just never know. It may not happen until Wednesday (because also, I don’t drive). We’ll see.
In order to use the internet, we’ve been going over to the hotel where a lot of these Naval kids stay when they first arrive in Naples and are looking for off-base housing. The name of the hotel is the Agora, but Carla just refers to it as “the hotel.” She made friends with all of the Agora staff (shock and surprise for all who know her), so they don’t mind her coming over to use the internet and eat the continental breakfast even though she doesn’t live there any more.
They have two pitiful little desktop computers there, but when we were there for a BBQ/karaoke night on Friday, I noticed a sign that said something about WiFi, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’ll be able to use it to upload both this post and an article I’ve finished for YourDictionary. Yes, yours.
If not, then perhaps I can beg my new friend Tracy to let me use the internet at her house.
So ok, next adaptation: Buddilessness. I have not had one ridiculous conversation since I got here. I know!! I can’t believe it either. But it’s only been four days, so I still have hope. I’m just starting to meet people, after all. Shoot, I’m just starting to wake up before noon. There’s plenty of time.
Hoe-ever, I DID go to church this morning, and not a Catholic one. I swear, y’all, it felt like a total miracle how this happened, which brings us back to Tracy.
She arrived at the same time as Carla and Joe, and they were all at the hotel together (with some others) until Tracy found a house and moved into it. Well all of those people who got here around the same time are good buddies and ended up getting houses pretty much within walking distance of each other, so they still hang out. And Tracy is my age and single, so of course Carla decided immediately that we would go out dancing together, and that she would try to set us up with all the same guys. And so far, so good. Tracy was here first, so she’s already been out with two of them and given me the dirt (enough to know I’m not really interested, but the third remains to be seen).
So. Friday night, we were at BBQ/karaoke, and we had a great time hanging out – me, Carla, Tracy, and these two married guys who were sitting at our table. I mention that they were married only to say that they are not potentials, nor was anything in any way shady or flirty the whole night. Well one of the guys says that he’s got a buddy who’s in a band that’s playing later that night at a local bar, and would we like to go?
Tracy and I are in for sure, but Carla has to take a kid home, so she can’t go. I don’t have keys to their house yet, and the place is locked up like Ft. Knox, so I have to either not go to the bar or not go home. But Tracy says I can stay at her house, so voila, we have a plan.
We go to the bar, and it’s a lot of fun. The band is really good, just singing covers of a lot of rockin’ tunes. Then various players started rotating in and out until at least four distinct bands had played (some better than others) as well as just some random jam sessions.
Oh!! And sidenote – One of the drummers was TOTALLY Italian Josh Bain, one of the singers was totally Italian Jen Cribbs, and one of the drummers was totally Italian JBeau in 35 years. He had long, gray hair, pulled back into a half-ponytail, and he was wearing a t-shirt that said “Never Too Old to ROCK.” I kid you not.
So we’re talking about music and Tracy mentions how she’d like to learn to play the drums because the church she goes to here has a band but no drums. Just a couple of guitars and some singers. I’d say that’s more of a team than a band, but whatever. The big news was that there was a protestant church, it was close to my house, everything was in Italian AND English, and I COULD HAVE A RIDE THERE EVERY WEEK.
I mean, cue the opening of the heavens and the choir of angels.
We went this morning, and it was great. The people were really nice, everything is done in both languages, they have free weekly Italian classes, and we went out to lunch with a co-worker of Tracy’s (Casey), her husband (Alan) and a friend of theirs who is visiting (Matt).
And on that note, one final adaptation: I’m eating cheese. At lunch, I had orrechiette (sp?) with feta and spinach. Thursday night I had gnocchi with red sauce and mozzarella and some really amazing fried, cheesy potato thingies. Imagine mozzarella sticks blown up to about four times their normal size. They’re like that, except instead of being filled with just cheese, they’re filled mostly with mashed potato and just a little bit of cheese (aka delicious).
There is SO much more to tell you, but this is already too long for most of your wee little attention spans to handle in one sitting, so I’ll stop. Those are the highlights for now.