Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Cultural Observations: Miss Italy

My husband always teases that in America we are all Puritans. This first came up on a trip the grocery store (in America) where he noticed the entire wine and beer isle was roped off. "Why can't we go down the isle?" he asked. "Because it is Sunday," I said flatly. "Puritans," he grumbled as he walked away.

The longer I am in Italy, the more I can see that he is right. When you grow up in a society where you can't even buy a bottle of wine for your Sunday lunch, you think it is normal. It wasn't until I stepped outside of my culture that I began to see just how tightly wound we Americans (in general) are. I remember the first time I saw a shirtless woman on a television advertisement in Italy, I about fell over backwards (to this day I still don't know what she was selling). Then I came across a game show in which the contestants, regular every-day people, had to take off an article of clothing everything time they lost a round. At half time, a chorus of young, skinny girls came out onto the stage and disrobed as they danced around the short, fat, old, host. It was like a game show designed for teenage boys with ADD. Needless to say, my Puritan jaw fell into my Puritan lap.

It has been almost three years since my move to Italy. Now when I see bare butts and bra less boobs in an advertisement, I am no longer shocked. In fact, I don't even give it a second thought. After being around it for so long the shock value has worn off. Maybe America could a lesson from this: by shielding these sorts of things from our children only makes them more interesting.

What brought all of this up? Recently we had our Miss Italy contest and for the past week it has been endlessly reairing on television. Though I never sat down to watch the show, I have caught bits and pieces of it while channel surfing. Every time I pass by it, the contestants are prancing around on stage in skimpy outfits or swimsuits. There was even a dance number which involved the scantly clad girls flopping down onto a giant bed together. It made me think about the year in which the Miss America competition was under fire because some people thought that the swim suit portion of the competition should be removed. Many people thought it to be degrading and sexist. If they took the swimsuits out of the Miss Italy competition, there wouldn't be much of a show left. Even at the end, when they announced the winner, the girls were standing on stage in bikinis.
Miss Romagna didn't take home the crown, but isn't she pretty?

Now before I get a bunch of hate mail, understand that I am not saying one way is better than the other. This is just an culture observation comparing too-uptight-America with not-uptight-enough- Italy.

No evening gown for our Miss Italy!

At the end of the day, I am not sure what I am most appalled about: the fact that the girls were half nude most of the time, the fact that the new Miss Italy is only 18 years old OR the lack of a beautifully designed tiara (that crown is ugly)!

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Happy Birthday Boys!

Today Opus and Roscoe turn another year older! They will spend the day sleeping, eating, sunbathing, watching television and doing anything else that their little hearts desire. So it will pretty much be a day like every other in our home.

These two little fur balls have brought me so much company, love and happiness. I am so lucky that they both agreed to move to Italy with me. I don't think I could have come here without them.


Happy birthday Opus and Roscoe. May all your kitty birthday wishes come true.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Vino di Mezzamorte 2007

It has been a grueling task but after three minutes in the vineyards and several more minutes crushing the grapes, the wine of Mezzamorte is finished and ready for distribution. The verdict is in and here is what the experts are saying....

"Bold, flirty and a bit on the immature side. A few more years on the shelf would help". -Alessandro di Bugiardo of Vino, Vino.

"Inspiring, imaginative with a hint of sophistication". - Rene Saunce of French Fair

"A delicate bouquet of sassy and fruity. I would love to have this one in my cellar." - Sir Collin O'Noyoudidnt of Women in Pits.

"Tasteless and tacky. Just what you would expect from the Americans". -Jacques Strap of French Elite

And that is just what they are saying about ME! Wait till they try my wine!

Making wine can be a daunting task but with a little patients and perseverance, you too can make your own wine. Just follow my simple instructions.

Wine in the making
(I enlisted the help of a local woman)


First you have to fine a good spot in which to grow your precious vines. The earth here in Emilia Romagna is known to be especially fertile, making it the perfect place to grow fruits of all kinds.

The vineyard of Mezzamorte

Once you have found the perfect spot, plant your little babies and watch them grow. Please don't ask me for any tips about this as my vines were already here when I moved in.

Fall is the grape harvest season and September is the perfect month to pluck your grapes. You might want to rush the process by harvesting the grapes when they are rich in color and full in flavor. Don't start plucking just yet! Be sure to wait until all the color is gone from their skin and all the juice has run out. When you see that the grapes are black and shriveled up, THAT is the moment you must start the harvest.

Waiting for that perfect shade of black

The next step of making good wine, is making the wine itself. Once you have your black, shriveled beauties in a bowl, there is only one thing left to do: stick your feet into the bowl and smash the grapes up with your feet. Be sure you get the grapes to squeeze between to your toes for added flavor.


Once the smashing is complete you can move onto the last step of the wine making process, which happens to be very complicated: poor it into a wine glass (or bottle if you actually have enough juice).

Now you might want to drink your product right way, but everyone knows that a good wine needs to be aged. Sit it on the table and go watch an episode of your favorite television series. When that is finished, so will be your wine.

The only thing left to do now is to enjoy!


From start to finish

Of course you are all invited over for evening of wine tasting!

Thursday, September 20, 2007

The Vineyards of Mezzamorte

There are a few things many of you may not know about me. For starters, did you know that I am the proud owner of a vineyard here in Italy? Yes, it is true. Each day you will find me in the fields (er, backyard) lovingly tending to my precious grape vines.

The past several years, the Italian and I have been letting the grapes "rest". We believe that the time is right to start making our own wine and so, with the grape harvest in full swing, the Italian and I will pluck every last grape by hand before turning it into our very own special wine.

Stay tuned for our wine updates.
And get your credit cards out if you are interested in buying a bottle.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Did you watch this video????

video

Sometimes I think I am funny. In fact, when the Italian and I made this video I actually laughed out loud. I thought it was funny and yet no one (except my mom) has said a word about it. That can only mean two things:

A- No one actually watched the video because they didn't know it had be doctored.

OR

B- I'm not as funny as I think I am.

I really hope the answer is A.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Happy Birthday Reboot!

Two years ago today I started a little blog called "Reboot, a new life in Italy. I thought it was a great way to share my life in Italy with my family and friends back home. How could I have know then, that my blog would introduce me to so many new friends from around the world?

My blog has also been a sort of a personal journal. From time to time, I peruse my archives and they remind me of experiences and memories I had long forgotten.

On this, Reboot's second birthday, I invite you to take a look back at some of my favorite Reboot memories.

Marilyn Monroe's Tribute to Reboot's Birthday
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The History of Italy, according to me

The Roman Empire is born

Big, bad Theodoric Brown (baddest man in the whole darn town)

An Italian boy named Napoleon


Remember when.....

A pigeon attacked me in Venice as my Mom pointed and laughed.

Video Sharing at DropShots.com







The boys and I hosted a Virtual Super Bowl party and the Indianapolis Colts WON!


I went to Germany for the first time




I married my best friend


And the most popular posts in the history of Reboot, the story of Carlos....

The Thanksgiving turkey from hell

Carlos gets the last laugh

Carlos, gone but not forgotten


Thank you all so much for taking the time to stop in and read my blog. I hope you enjoy reading about my adventures as much as I enjoy writing about them.

Here's to many more posts about the my greatest adventure of all, my new life in Italy.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

The Return of Mr. Snore

September quietly came and brought with it cooler temperatures. And what did the cooler temperatures bring? Why Mr. Snore of course. My sweet cat Opus seems to suffer from sinus problems and since the weather has been chilly at night, his sinus problems have come back. At times when he purs he gurgles and coos, almost sounding like a pigeon. Other times he just sounds like his tiny cat nose is full of snot. Concerned about his health, the Italian took him to the vet's where we address his problem. You know how your car never rattles when you take it to the mechanics? Well that day, Opus didn't rattle and, according to the vet, he was in good health. "If he sounds congested you can always squirt a little saline water up his nose," she suggested. That sounded about as easy as administering a cat enema!

"Who me? I don't snore!"

The worst part about Opus's "condition" is that he has started snoring again when he sleeps. I can not count the number of times this cat has woken me up during the late night hours. Amazingly though the Italian is able to sleep through it. What I want to know is this, how is it possible to snore upon expiration AND inspiration?

Roscoe trying to catch some z's with a friend after a rough night with Opus.

Some might suggest throwing the cat out of the bedroom. Well, you just don't know Opus. He does NOT like to be thrown into exile. If thrown out of the bedroom, he will stand at the door, knocking on it with his front paws. The worst part is that he is very persistent and will stay there, banging for hours, until someone opens the door.

One night Roscoe and I couldn't stand the noise any longer. We retreated to the silence of the living room. After sleeping for about a half hour, I was rudely awakened by the high pitched snores of Opus. Not only is Opus stubborn and persistent, but he is also a mamma's boy. Needing to sleep close to me, he tip-toed into the living room, crawled onto a nearby chair and fell into a deep, sleep accompanied by a loud snore. Roscoe looked at me and I swear he rolled his eyes.

Until Opus gets his sinuses under control, clearly there will be no rest for the wicked in our house.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

The Day the World Stood Still

We will NEVER forget.

Remembering Ken and Jennifer Lewis

They were both flight attendants. A husband and wife team who became friends in 1991 at an American Airlines Christmas party. Gradually their friendship grew to into something much more. At a bar in Georgetown, Jennifer told Ken that she knew someone who was interested in him. "Who?" he asked. Kicking him under the table she replied "ME!". Two years later they were married and so began what friends describe as a marriage made in heaven.

He enjoyed playing golf while she preferred to ride horses. What they both enjoyed was traveling and often they would arrange a joint a assignment in order to travel together to their favorite destinations. On September 11th they boarded American Airlines flight 77 to work one last shift before taking a vacation together in Los Angeles.

Today we remember Ken and Jennifer,
who live on forever in the hearts and memories of those who love them.

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Remember
Sung by Josh Groban

Remember, I will still be here
As long as you hold me, in your memory

Remember, when your dreams have ended
Time can be transcended
Just remember me

I am the one star that keeps burning, so brightly,
It is the last light, to fade into the rising sun

I'm with you
Whenever you tell, my story

Remember, I will still be here
As long as you hold me, in your memory
Remember me

I am the one voice in the cold wind, that whispers
And if you listen, you'll hear me call across the sky

As long as I still can reach out, and touch you
Then I will never die

Remember, I'll never leave you
If you will only
Remember me

Remember me...

Remember, I will still be here
As long as you hold me
In your memory

Remember, when your dreams have ended
Time can be transcended
I live forever
Remember me

Remember me
Remember... me...


Project 2,996

Project 2,996 is a website and blogging event that helps us to learn more about the 2,996 victims of the September 11th terrorist attacks. Each year, on the anniversary of this terrible event, bloggers from around the world write a tribute about those perished on that fateful day. It is our way of remembering the lives of the victims rather than then horrible way in which they were taken.

On this, the sixth anniversary of the attacks, I ask you to take a moment and read through a few of the blogs and learn a little about the people we lost that day. What better way to honor them then by remembering their lives.


Click here to learn more about the project.
8:45 a.m. (all times are EDT): A hijacked passenger jet, American Airlines Flight 11 out of Boston, Massachusetts, crashes into the north tower of the World Trade Center, tearing a gaping hole in the building and setting it afire.


9:03 a.m.: A second hijacked airliner, United Airlines Flight 175 from Boston, crashes into the south tower of the World Trade Center and explodes. Both buildings are burning.

9:17 a.m.: The Federal Aviation Administration shuts down all New York City area airports.

9:21 a.m.: The Port Authority of New York and New Jersey orders all bridges and tunnels in the New York area closed.

9:30 a.m.: President Bush, speaking in Sarasota, Florida, says the country has suffered an "apparent terrorist attack."

9:40 a.m.: The FAA halts all flight operations at U.S. airports, the first time in U.S. history that air traffic nationwide has been halted.

9:43 a.m.: American Airlines Flight 77 crashes into the Pentagon, sending up a huge plume of smoke. Evacuation begins immediately.

9:45 a.m.: The White House evacuates.

9:57 a.m.: Bush departs from Florida.

10:05 a.m.: The south tower of the World Trade Center collapses, plummeting into the streets below. A massive cloud of dust and debris forms and slowly drifts away from the building.

10:08 a.m.: Secret Service agents armed with automatic rifles are deployed into Lafayette Park across from the White House.

10:10 a.m.: A portion of the Pentagon collapses.

10:10 a.m.: United Airlines Flight 93, also hijacked, crashes in Somerset County, Pennsylvania, southeast of Pittsburgh.

10:13 a.m.: The United Nations building evacuates, including 4,700 people from the headquarters building and 7,000 total from UNICEF and U.N. development programs.

10:22 a.m.: In Washington, the State and Justice departments are evacuated, along with the World Bank.

10:24 a.m.: The FAA reports that all inbound transatlantic aircraft flying into the United States are being diverted to Canada.

10:28 a.m.: The World Trade Center's north tower collapses from the top down as if it were being peeled apart, releasing a tremendous cloud of debris and smoke.

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Otto Settembre

Buona festa! Today is the official day of our town feast. As I mentioned in my last post, in Italy each town has a saint and each saint has a day. When it is the day of your town's saint, there is a big fest. Our saint happens to be the Madonna who's "Saint day" is really December the 8th. About 500 years ago, the town folk said "Mama mia! E troppo freddo per la festa!". Which translates to "Mamma mia! It is too cold for the feast." So they decided to change the feast day to September 8th so everyone could enjoy the outdoor festival without the fear of frost bite.

The party has been going on for a couple of days, but today is THE party. All afternoon and into the night there will be street vendors selling everything from junk to antiques. Street performers will also join the feast providing entertainment for the young and old. There is going to be a concert in the town square followed by fireworks.

I'm looking forward to a fun night out! Buona festa!

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Watching the Paint Dry

Italians have a wonderful knack of turning the ordinary into the extraordinary (or at least turning it into something amusing). Get a garbage truck stuck on a dead-end street and in no time you will have a small group of Italians gathering to watch the show. They will undoubtedly throw in their two-cents, advising the best way to get the truck turned around. It is one of the many things I love about this very social culture.

Tomorrow is the start of our town feast. You see in Italy, every town has a saint and every saint has his own day. So when it the day of your town's saint, it is quiet common to use it as an excuse to throw a party. Ours happens to be a five day party. The main street will be closed down as vendors and street performers entertain the crowds. Tables will be set up on the side walks with a handful of makeshift restaurants serving mouth-watering, Italian dishes. So much pasta, so little time.

This afternoon, as I crossed the town square on my bike, I noticed a stage being put together. The bar behind the stage had the best view and a pack of white haired Italian men were sitting in chairs outside the cafe watching the spectacle as if it were a Broadway show. A barrel chested man in white bib overhauls was painting the stage candy apple red as the crowd watched.

If they think that watching paint dry sounds like fun, just wait until the feast starts tomorrow!
 

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