<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222</id><updated>2009-10-13T21:05:02.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl in Giro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-4689835734847999325</id><published>2009-08-08T14:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:01:56.742+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Posi!</title><content type='html'>Just wantyedf to let everyone know that i survived the move out of Venice (just barely!) and I am now enjoying some time in Positano!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-4689835734847999325?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4689835734847999325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=4689835734847999325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/4689835734847999325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/4689835734847999325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2009/08/posi.html' title='Posi!'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-5884615827641045123</id><published>2009-07-23T15:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:33:07.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Italia</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time, again.  I am now back in Italy, currently in Venice closing up my apartment.  I have made the decsion to move back to Washington DC, at least for the meantime.  After everything that happened this Spring, I know it is not only the right choice, but the only choice.  It has been difficult and sad, but I am also looking forward to a new adventure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just in Puglia for several days, and before that Giuseppe and I were job hunting for him in Washington.  It was very successful and he is now going to the Visa process to come to the States!  We will starting working there in September.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime we are taking some time in Puglia, Venice, and the Amalfi coast to tie up some loose ends and relax after what has been a ridiculous 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better and am looking forward to the Prossimo Passo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-5884615827641045123?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5884615827641045123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=5884615827641045123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/5884615827641045123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/5884615827641045123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-italia.html' title='Back in Italia'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-6666809759397512697</id><published>2009-06-24T21:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:27:15.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroke Part 1</title><content type='html'>I thought I might start talking about my whole stroke experience, so that at least I have it "documented" on my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Carnevale, at the end of February, I got the flu. I ached all over, was very tired, and had a fever for two days. I pretty much stayed in bed and by the fourth day I was felling better, and had that typical lingering cough one gets after having a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I coughed, and I got an immediate pain on the back of my neck, on the left side. I thought that I had whiplash or had perhaps pulled a muscle in my neck with the movement of the cough. It was not a particularly strong cough, nor was the pain that bad. I figured that I would wait and see if it went away on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't. It did not get better or worse, although certain times and positions were worse than others. After two weeks I bought myself a neck brace--one of those big soft white ones, thinking that I was putting stress on my neck and this way I could let it rest. I wore it around the house, but it did not help. Again the pain was really not that bad, it just wasn't going away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month I went to see a physician-- a general practice guy-- and told him about my neck pain. He examined me, poking me and asking if certain areas hurt. I was lying on the table, and while examining my neck he told me to relax. I did. Then he cracked my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an immediate stroke. I felt panicky (probably also because I was not expecting the neck cracking, and would have absolutely refused it had I known). The room started spinning, I got "pins and needles" in my left hand, I had trouble keeping my left eye open, trouble walking, and I became very very tired. The doctor thought I was just scared after hearing the neck crack, but I insisted he call an ambulance. I knew something was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-6666809759397512697?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6666809759397512697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=6666809759397512697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/6666809759397512697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/6666809759397512697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2009/06/stroke-part-1.html' title='Stroke Part 1'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-5089675598067800873</id><published>2009-06-22T19:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:35:50.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Table Manners?</title><content type='html'>Today in the Style section of The Washington Post, a reader wrote in to "Ask Amy", an advice columnist.  This reader complained that he was so disgusted with American table manners because after cutting their food, Americans switch their forks from the left hand to the right in order to then lift the fork to their mouth and insert the bite.  He mentioned having to turn his chair in a restaurant to avoid seeing this.  Is it really that disgusting?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Amy shot him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are European table manners better?  I've never really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and post the link when the article comes online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-5089675598067800873?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5089675598067800873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=5089675598067800873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/5089675598067800873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/5089675598067800873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2009/06/table-manners.html' title='Table Manners?'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-7779278023922615588</id><published>2009-06-20T07:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:22:18.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime?</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been reading some Italian expat blogs that have complained of theft and crime in their respectives cities and towns.  Getting my car stolen in America would be hard enough, but having to go through it in Italy would be ten times the nightmare-- the bureaucracy and foreignness of the whole ordeal--dealing with Italian police would be a pain in the arse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the point:  One of the many reasons I love Venice is that one can galavant around at 4 in the morning without any fear of getting kidnapped or mugged (and of course, no car theft!)  Actually it is the absence of cars that makes the city so safe.  Kids walk to school on their own and come home from their friends house by themselves after dinner.  Women aren't worried about walking home alone.  I cannot say enough about how important this is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just had the feeling that I have already blogged about this.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-7779278023922615588?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7779278023922615588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=7779278023922615588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/7779278023922615588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/7779278023922615588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2009/06/crime.html' title='Crime?'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-7730697455283398037</id><published>2009-06-19T00:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:02:13.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Italy</title><content type='html'>We all know that there are positives and negatives to every country, but after 6 years in Italy, this is my first summer in the States, and summer is definitely one of the positives of living in Italy.  Italians just change in the summer time, and that feeling washes over the country.  A beach is never too far away, and the days seem to last forever.  Nights become... special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I will be going back for about 5 weeks, a bit in Puglia, a bit in Venice, and a bit in Positano, so I will not miss out completely on l'estate, but one of the major drawbacks to moving back to the USA would be knowing that I would have such limited time in Italy.  How could I do it?  2 weeks a year would not suffice.  I was so lucky with my job in Venice--I was able to take so much vacation time to come back to the states, but working here would not give me that opportunity.  I'm considering teaching so that I know I could have summers off, but that doesn't seem like a good enough reason to make such a career change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-7730697455283398037?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7730697455283398037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=7730697455283398037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/7730697455283398037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/7730697455283398037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-italy.html' title='Missing Italy'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-8427154348924634921</id><published>2009-06-17T05:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:05:03.814+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You won't believe me....</title><content type='html'>...but I had a stroke.  On March 28.  In Venice.   It's true!  I had no previous health conditions, but I had something called a Vertebral Artery Dissection, which is the leading cause of strokes in young people.  Basically, it is a tear in the lining of a vertebral artery (you have two of them running up the back of your neck).  It causes a clot to form, and that clot can go to your brain a cause a stroke.  I spent a month in the hospital, and for a good part of that time I could not speak, eat, sit up, walk, or even turn over.  It was a traumatic and scary experience.  My mother came over and spent a month in Venice, and with the help of physical and speech therapy I started to get better.  On May 4 I came back to America, both because I wanted to go home and also because I had a lot of pressure from my family.  I have since been continuing with rehab, and would say that I am at 95%.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very short version, to update my blog.  I thought many times of how I had unwillingly abandoned my blog a second time, and imagined all of the entires that I wanted to write and how I could possibly explain everything that has happened.  I hope to be able to cover everything, and I am excited to get back to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had many life changes in the last three months, including having to face the decision of which continent I will be living on in the near future.  I am in Washington DC right now, but still have my apartment in Venice.  I'm a little freaked out by everything that has been going on, but I'm going to try and hash our some of my impending decisions on the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you, blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-8427154348924634921?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8427154348924634921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=8427154348924634921' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/8427154348924634921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/8427154348924634921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-wont-believe-me.html' title='You won&apos;t believe me....'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-2181301989060598579</id><published>2009-03-28T13:37:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:09:43.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Tips'/><title type='text'>Venice Travel Tip</title><content type='html'>I suppose, having lived here for 5 years, I should offer some advice for visiting this very popular destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the Day: Gondolas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/Sc4f7PutM5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/9QI3VVCWDoE/s1600-h/gondola.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/Sc4f7PutM5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/9QI3VVCWDoE/s400/gondola.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318223312666309522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo courtesy of abster.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most popular Venetian attraction is the Gondola ride. Gondolas used to be used as transportation for the affluent Venetians, but now are strictly reserved for tourists. Many say it is a rip-off, but I disagree. True, they are extremely expensive, but an evening ride through the back canals of Venice in a silent gondola is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Venice from the water is not the same as Venice from the streets. The gondola can offer a different perspective, and give you a taste of how that city might have been in its glory days. Gondoliers are infamous in Venice, they make a lot of money and pay very little taxes. Many say that they are ruining their trade by being disrespectful of its heritage and rude to their clients. Do not fret though, there are still a couple wonderful gondoliers, who love what they do and are happy to offer you your true Venetian experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When choosing your gondola ride, be aware of prices and times. This is the best way to avoid getting ripped off. The official price is 80 euro for 40 minutes for up to 6 people before 7pm. Every additional 20 minutes is 40 euro. After 7pm it costs 100 euro for 40 minutes and 50 euro for every additional 20 minutes. BY LAW they cannot ask more. Establish time and price before setting foot in the gondola! Tips are not necessary unless your gondolier was exceptionally gracious and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the most important part: DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT take a gondola ride in St. Marks. Any stop where there are 15 gondoliers waiting around trying to sell you a ride is a big NO-NO. The touristy areas do not offer characteristic gondola rides, and more likely than not you will end up in a gondola parade-- lined up with a billion other tourists and a gondolier yapping on his cell phone and smoking a cigarette while yelling across the canal to his gondolier friends. This behaviour should not be tolerated and if your gondolier does any of the above, complain and report him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To maximize your experience get as far away from the touristy areas as possible. You also want to avoid the choppy Grand Canal and Giudecca Canal. You want your ride to be through the quiet, back canals of Venice. I recommend S. Croce, Dorsoduro, and Castello. You will see a gondolier or two hanging around a small bridge somewhere--that is who you want to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most gondoliers do not sing, however there are a few who do, and they are to be treasured (and tipped!). Recently I have seen one in Castello who sings beautifully to his clients. Next time I see him I'll try to get his number in case anyone wants to book him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-2181301989060598579?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2181301989060598579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=2181301989060598579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/2181301989060598579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/2181301989060598579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/venice-travel-tip.html' title='Venice Travel Tip'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/Sc4f7PutM5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/9QI3VVCWDoE/s72-c/gondola.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-8592253968609558513</id><published>2009-03-24T13:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:53:21.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Natural</title><content type='html'>The other day I came across this &lt;a href="http://www.corriere.it/salute/09_marzo_23/protesi_sno_battono_liposuzione_902a098a-1797-11de-b00e-00144f486ba6.shtml"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;on the Corriere della Sera website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do not know, Corriere della Sera is a major Italian newspaper. The article talks about the "disappearance of natural breasts" due to the large increase of breast augmentations in the USA. It claims that natural breasts could soon be a thing of the past now that this operation is the most common plastic surgery in the country, surpassing liposuction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not staunchly against plastic surgery I find the number of women who get boob jobs to be very scary. Most seem unaware that implants are not meant to be permanent. The average implants have to be replaced every ten years, meaning that a 20-year-old could have to undergo 5 interventions in her lifetime. That is, of course, if they do in fact last the full ten years. I also recently read an article about banning breast augmentation for underage girls--as if that should even be an issue?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike many other cosmetic interventions, breast augmentations place a foreign object in your body, making them riskier then say, a nose job, because even if the procedure goes smoothly, there is always a risk that the implant is faulty or simply rejected by your body. Regardless, I can also respect that this procedure does allow many women to feel better about themselves, especially cancer survivors who now have a chance at reconstruction, permitting them to feel more like themselves. I worry though, about what it means when so many women are getting GG cups put onto their size 2 frames, and how natural breasts have become almost unrecognizable in pop culture. Why do we feel so compelled to prefer something so unnatural? Yikes indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/ScjXaR7oSUI/AAAAAAAAADs/ymjBUoPPhw8/s1600-h/victoria-beckham-breast-implants-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/ScjXaR7oSUI/AAAAAAAAADs/ymjBUoPPhw8/s400/victoria-beckham-breast-implants-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316736206600948034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-8592253968609558513?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8592253968609558513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=8592253968609558513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/8592253968609558513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/8592253968609558513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/au-natural.html' title='Au Natural'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/ScjXaR7oSUI/AAAAAAAAADs/ymjBUoPPhw8/s72-c/victoria-beckham-breast-implants-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-7397703154842495048</id><published>2009-03-20T13:58:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:04:03.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Came to Venice-- Part 1</title><content type='html'>I myself tend to be a fan of personal blogs--those where you feel that you are getting to know the person who is writing, so I thought I would share my How I Ended Up Here story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2001, when I was a mere 20 years old, I signed up for a summer program with my University in Arezzo, Italy. I had studied Italian for a year and the idea of spending two months in Tuscany sounded pretty great. I had been to Italy before, one time on a family vacation, another time during a high school semester in Switzerland. This though, would be the first time as a semi-adult, I would have a bit of freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Tuscany, together with 25 others from my University, in mid May. We were staying in a villa outside of Arezzo that had been restored and was being used as a youth hostel. We had our weekends free to travel, and I started planning my first weekend trip, together with 5 other girls, to the place I had always wanted to go, Positano. After the first week of classes we got on the train to Naples and figured our way out onto the Circumvesuviana and then the bus from Sorrento. Needless to say we had a great time, and were thrilled to have chosen such a beautiful place. I almost suffered a heart attack when we arrived, beyond ecstatic to have finally found the place I wanted to spend the rest of my life. But we'll get back to that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/ScOdOErTNCI/AAAAAAAAADk/SnfuNqrrSh4/s1600-h/piazgrande1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/ScOdOErTNCI/AAAAAAAAADk/SnfuNqrrSh4/s400/piazgrande1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315264850326402082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arezzo&lt;br /&gt;photo credit http://www.cimt.it/images/piazgrande1.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend we headed to the Cinque Terre, then a group trip to Venice, a weekend in Nice, and the final weekend in Rimini. Between trips, I really enjoyed Arezzo. I would go running in the countryside and walk along the main promenade in the city center. Tuscany is great, but it seems the entire world knows it, which is why so many foreigners choose to live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of my trip I was so in love with Italy and so excited to be able to speak a foreign language, I changed my mind about spending a semester the following year in Australia, and instead started planning a way to come back to Italy. After a final trip down to Positano, up to Lake Como, and over to Zermatt, Switzerland, I headed back to DC to finish my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of fighting with my University I convinced them to let me do a semester in Padua. I would have preferred somewhere in central or southern Italy, but there are few immersion programs in those areas. I was adamant not to study in Florence. I knew I wanted to be in an immersed environment, and anyone who steps foot in Florence knows that American students have saturated that city. Unfortunately many study abroad programs send students to Florence, and so I had to convince my Uni that Padua was a better choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following January I arrived in Padua, enrolled at the city's university, the second oldest in the country. Padua is a university town, and much of the city's life is based on the large student population. I found the classes to be mediocre and boring (so much of Italian uni is having a professor lecture you in a room where there are more students then chairs, and having this done in a foreign language can be brutal when you have a non-existent attention span like myself. Furthermore, I am sure I did not know how to choose classes and am sure that someone who knows what they are doing would have been better off than myself). Nevertheless, I enjoyed riding my bike all over the city and participating in the student events. I came to the conclusion that people from the Veneto were not very nice (I still believe this) and it was not as easy to integrate as I had hoped it would be. Most students in Padua returned to their hometowns for the weekend, which made it difficult to socialize, and like many Italian students all over Italy, foreign "Erasmus" students are seen as silly and annoying, and most do not want to bother making friends with someone who is leaving after 4 months, and who might not even be fluent in Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that I didn't love my semester abroad. I did. I made many friends, mostly with other foreigners, my Italian improved, and I travelled throughout Europe. Towards the end of my stay I fell in love with a medical student in Padua and decided to spend the summer teaching English there so that we could stay together...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-7397703154842495048?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7397703154842495048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=7397703154842495048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/7397703154842495048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/7397703154842495048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-came-to-venice-part-1.html' title='How I Came to Venice-- Part 1'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/ScOdOErTNCI/AAAAAAAAADk/SnfuNqrrSh4/s72-c/piazgrande1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-3149238336565564847</id><published>2009-03-17T17:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:06:49.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the cold...</title><content type='html'>I know that just as soon as I post this message the rain, clouds, and winter gloom will return for a last appearance, but FINALLY sun and warmth have arrived in Venezia! Foreigners seem to think that Italy has mild winters. Not true, I say! Although it is not nearly as cold as say, Helsinki, Venice is COLD in the winter, and Italian homes are not nearly as cozy as their American or northern European counterparts. I freeze in my house all winter, and still pay a ridiculous heating bill. It rains and rains and rains, not heavily, but like a constant wetness that hides the sun for weeks at a time. Italians, being their sun-loving selves, go into hibernation. Venice pretty much dies off from November until April, with a brief but annoying overcrowded Carnevale break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, winter seems to last forever here. Most years, I am still wearing jackets into May and June, and I hesitate to break out my sundresses before July. In DC I can wear shorts in April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Enough complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read an article in LEGGO (a local Venice newspaper) that said that this summer is going to be ridiculously hot, with record high temperatures through September. BRING IT ON!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-3149238336565564847?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3149238336565564847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=3149238336565564847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/3149238336565564847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/3149238336565564847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-cold.html' title='Out of the cold...'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-6912101417213032127</id><published>2009-03-15T14:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:44:43.052+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>Yikes.   I feel like a kid who didn't do her homework.  I have been a terrible blogger, abandoning my blog for many months.  I felt very guilty and inadequate!  Who can't keep up a blog?!?  I watched as my favorite bloggers continued to post interesting and entertaining messages and I couldn't be bothered to sign in!  Then, as time passed, it got worse, because I how could I start after So Much Time had passed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm back.  And I am going to try again.  I am still in Venice, although I did go home to DC for three weeks at Christmas.  Over the winter, my fifth in Venice, I thought a lot about my future here--both in Italy and in Venice, and have come to the conclusion that I no longer want to stay in Venice.  I had been thinking about it for a long time and hope to change within the next six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, all is well.  I continue to work, although a bit less thanks to the economic crisis, and hope to take some time off this spring.  I have also continued to read my favorite blogs religiously.  Having all Italian friends here in Venice, I love having fellow ex pats to relate to--even if it is just by reading their blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/Sb0F41IUMOI/AAAAAAAAADU/Jz0w6Xbj5tc/s1600-h/CIMG0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/Sb0F41IUMOI/AAAAAAAAADU/Jz0w6Xbj5tc/s400/CIMG0995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313409609259823330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Canal at Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-6912101417213032127?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6912101417213032127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=6912101417213032127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/6912101417213032127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/6912101417213032127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/Sb0F41IUMOI/AAAAAAAAADU/Jz0w6Xbj5tc/s72-c/CIMG0995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-8802129386216077884</id><published>2008-08-23T15:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:22:49.207+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No Gots</title><content type='html'>OK, I didn't go and I dont want to talk about it.  I had found a room in Positano and I wasn on the Alitalia page ready to book my ticket, and I didn't.  So undecided, I was.  Geesh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up doing nothing for three days.  The first two days I watched the Olympics on TV and almost never left my house.  I went out once to have a coffee with a friend and I bought shoes, justifying the purchase with the money saved from the trip-not-taken.  The thrid day I went to the beach and read a book.  I watched the Sex and the City movie in English for the first time and spent a lot of time on my slingbox, mostly watching the Learning Channel and HGTV.  I love Jon and Kate plus Eight.  Such a great show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relaxed and slept late.  Today back to work.  Sigh.  I am a summer person.  I am happier, more fun and gosh-darnit better-looking in the summer.  The fact that it is the end of August is already making me nervous.  Can I really do a whole other winter here?  I think one of the main reasons I live in Italy is so that I can be here in the summer.  I suffer from September (even though its still warm there isn't that "summer feeling" in September) all the way through May just so I can can have those precious three months of sun, beaches, and Italains.  That's right, the people here are different in the summer.  They are Mediterreanen and the sun gets into their blood.  And into mine too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-8802129386216077884?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8802129386216077884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=8802129386216077884' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/8802129386216077884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/8802129386216077884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-gots.html' title='No Gots'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-2002184785968242351</id><published>2008-08-17T13:53:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:15:41.475+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pros and Cons</title><content type='html'>OK, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday Gius is going home for a wedding and coming back on Friday night. I don't have to work Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and possibly Saturday.  If I went somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the PROS would be&lt;br /&gt;1.  It is my last chance to go somewhere this summer so I should take advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I could get down to Positano again, get some sun, and possibly be there for the make-up Ferragosto celebration or  I could go somewhere else that is closer and less expensive. but really who am I kidding, of course I'll go to Posi.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I would not have to stay in Venice all alone, literally ALL of my friends are away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKgVUGDUagI/AAAAAAAAACs/tZkrXYz_2PA/s1600-h/blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKgVUGDUagI/AAAAAAAAACs/tZkrXYz_2PA/s320/blog+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235458001784302082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the CONS would be&lt;br /&gt;1.  the cost--I have already gone down to Posi twice this year-- I dont know if I feel like paying for another roundtrip plane, hotel, ferry boat, meals out, beach chairs, etc...&lt;br /&gt;2.  I would be alone, which is not so bad because I know people there, I have been there alone before, but still not as fun as usual.  hmm.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I would have to leave Daphne alone for two nights.  I have a couple people that could stop by and feed her, but I hate leaving her alone 23 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKgVjKqgm7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/CIwaW0ueAEI/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKgVjKqgm7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/CIwaW0ueAEI/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235458260720458674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stupid lists never work.  What do I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-2002184785968242351?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2002184785968242351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=2002184785968242351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/2002184785968242351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/2002184785968242351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/08/pros-and-cons.html' title='Pros and Cons'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKgVUGDUagI/AAAAAAAAACs/tZkrXYz_2PA/s72-c/blog+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-8982380984290284753</id><published>2008-08-13T22:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:01:16.120+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Special K Frutti Rossi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKNKvOsdeRI/AAAAAAAAACk/kQEpGFVCEXA/s1600-h/speck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKNKvOsdeRI/AAAAAAAAACk/kQEpGFVCEXA/s320/speck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234109367193532690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obsessed with this cereal and since all of my visitors have left and I can once again do as I please, this has become both my breakfast and my dinner (not all that cheap at the special Venetian price of 3.19 a box). Currently, at 10:49 pm I am enjoying a bowl before Gius gets home. It is too hot to cook and I don't feel like creating too many dirty dishes as I am already up to my neck in house cleaning-- even neat guests leave dirty sheets and towels and extra dust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that today I have eaten two cucumbers, olive bread, 4 Oreos (which are just making their way to Venice), some cheese and crackers, and a peach. My diet is so screwed up but it probably has to do the the overall weirdness that is Venice in August. The city is half-closed and although it is a slow tourist season Venice is teeming with Russians and Eastern Europeans who do huge group tours but stay on the mainland. People are either gone to the beaches or here but kinda anxious because the summer is ending and would rather be on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, there is the simple pleasure of eating Special K at 11pm all by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-8982380984290284753?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8982380984290284753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=8982380984290284753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/8982380984290284753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/8982380984290284753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/08/special-k-frutti-rossi.html' title='Special K Frutti Rossi'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKNKvOsdeRI/AAAAAAAAACk/kQEpGFVCEXA/s72-c/speck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-2548106840601742475</id><published>2008-08-11T22:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:13:39.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cities</title><content type='html'>I am very intrigued by my little visitor feed on my webpage.  I see that I have some regular visitors and this THRILLS me.  I seem to have a regular from Manassas, Virginia (not too far from DC) and another from St. Louis, Missouri.  The former is where I grew up (DC, not Manassas) and the latter is where I went to school.  I LOVE both cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am biased, but DC has got to be the greatest city in the States.  It is beautiful, green, full of parks and bike paths, has tons of FREE museums, is international, cosmopolitan, young, fun, not too northern, not too southern, close to the beach and the mountains, and well, it is and forever will be, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKCphpa20UI/AAAAAAAAACU/3sNu_T49hK0/s1600-h/Georgetown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKCphpa20UI/AAAAAAAAACU/3sNu_T49hK0/s320/Georgetown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233369162523791682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Louis is my second American casa.  I love that midwestern ease.  24-hour Schnucks supermarkets, the Loop, cute Clayton and the trendy Central West End.  My university was in a great part of town near parks and shops and I have so many memories of a city that I miss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKCrD0hXztI/AAAAAAAAACc/3a2XbumVhTc/s1600-h/image_large_schnucks%5B1%5D(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKCrD0hXztI/AAAAAAAAACc/3a2XbumVhTc/s320/image_large_schnucks%5B1%5D(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233370849131089618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post more on the cities soon!  I know I need some American posts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-2548106840601742475?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2548106840601742475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=2548106840601742475' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/2548106840601742475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/2548106840601742475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-cities.html' title='My Cities'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SKCphpa20UI/AAAAAAAAACU/3sNu_T49hK0/s72-c/Georgetown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-4734230075631400588</id><published>2008-08-10T23:21:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:34:50.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adolescenza</title><content type='html'>So everybody knows that adolescence is a difficult, embarrassing, awkward time. We all have many a moment that we can recall cringing at the idea of past haircuts, boyfriends, and interactions. Kids in America seem to really suffer their ways through middle and high schools. We even see some of the most tragic results of this in the news when events like the Columbine shootings take place, but most of us experience adolescent angst on a lesser level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of this awkwardness, frustration and insecurity is present in many cultures, but I have to say, I think that Italians seem to live through it better than most. Italian kids are just as strange, silly, and confused as their foreign counterparts, but they do not seem to be as aware of it, and they certainly do not seem to be as unhappy about it. Perhaps this has to do with some cultural differences-- American kids can be very isolated in their homes and dependent on their parents if they want to do something or go somewhere. Italians kids can often meet up in the piazza whenever they please. I do think that Italian parents are less strict, which can lead to some big problems, but also has its advantages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic came into mind today while I was at the Lido beach here in Venice, watching a big group of 14 year olds run around, joking and playing and just having fun.  They were obnoxious, yelling and spitting and hitting people with their soccer ball.  They left a bunch of trash on the beach, but they seemed to lack that self-awareness by which so many American youth seem imprisoned.  I was almost jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Parks mentions this a little in his book where he writes about his children (I don't remember the name right now). His comparison is with British youth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do the other expats think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I just got back from another mini-break in Positano with another visitor. Tomorrow she leaves and I will have a bit more time to myself to get back into blogging. Positano was lovely as always, now I just need to convince Gius to move there...and come up with a cool 2 million euro for a house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-4734230075631400588?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4734230075631400588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=4734230075631400588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/4734230075631400588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/4734230075631400588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/08/adoloscenza.html' title='Adolescenza'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-6411365815492332952</id><published>2008-07-31T16:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:56:47.269+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Travelling</title><content type='html'>Howdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have already complained a lot about the ridiculous prices of travelling in Italy now compared to how they were in the past. I spent 210 euro for a plane ticket to Naples and the train comes to 150 euro for the same trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I make this trip many times a year, I have been looking into some other possibilities that would be easier on my wallet. I found AirBee, a new tiny little airline that flies from Brescia to Naples, but still costs about 150 euro, and I would still have to get to Brescia. I looked into car rentals, but embarrassingly enough, I can't drive a stick shift. (I know that is horrible, I have been living here for 5 years, but hey, I live in Venice, and most of my Italian friends do not even have licenses, but I'm ashamed). Renting automatic cars is much more expensive, as is leaving the car at a different point, meaning dropping the car off in Sorrento and renting it for only one day is the same as renting it for three days and bringing it back to Venice--but then I have to pay for parking, and gas, and repairs for the almost guaranteed damages I will cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I came up with the idea of flying RyanAir to Rome from Treviso, taking the bus from the airport to the train station, and then taking the train to Naples from Rome. This whole ordeal, round-trip, is about 120 euro. Yey! Now we're getting somewhere... even if it is a bit round-about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-6411365815492332952?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6411365815492332952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=6411365815492332952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/6411365815492332952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/6411365815492332952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/creative-travelling.html' title='Creative Travelling'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-3669020066047566856</id><published>2008-07-29T20:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:22:45.891+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Action--- Kinda</title><content type='html'>I had a friend visiting from the States for the last 10 days. We spent 5 days here in Venice and then 5 down in Positano. This was her first time in both places, although she has been to Italy twice before. We had a great time--she was here for the famous Redentore Festival and then got to visit my favorite place in the world with me. Yey! We had a great time in Positano. We lucked out and my usual pensione gave us a great room with a fantastic balcony and the weather was perfect. I was sad to make such a quick trip, especially considering the airplane prices, but was was relaxing and special nonetheless. We ate good food, went on nice boat rides, sunbathed, ate many a caponatas, and partied until late.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SI9fsmsW7mI/AAAAAAAAACM/OquOBt6hB_U/s1600-h/Positano+July+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SI9fsmsW7mI/AAAAAAAAACM/OquOBt6hB_U/s320/Positano+July+2008+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228502912305917538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the balcony at sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most special and important of all, I met two of my very favorite bloggers-- Niki and Annika. Niki lives in Positano and I knew from her blog that Annika would be there at that time. On my last evening I saw them in the square near the beach, and I probably scared them half to death when I introduced myself. I was starstruck! I never read blogs before running across Niki's about 6 months ago. I read it from start to finish in a shockingly short amount of time. Gius made fun of me as I would laugh over the pictures she posted of friends of mine in Positano. From there I got into a couple of other blogs (NYC/Caribbean Ragazza, Michellana, Bell'Avventura and dove mi porta il cuore) and have been making my way through the expat world in Italy ever since!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have another friend coming for 12 days. I love that I have friends who want to come and visit, but I admit its hard not having a moment alone or with Gius for so much time---especially when there are three of us and a cat living in 30 square meters. Uffa. I hope to make it down to Posi again as 5 days is not nearly enough, but we'll see how work and plane tickets look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-3669020066047566856?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3669020066047566856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=3669020066047566856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/3669020066047566856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/3669020066047566856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-action-kinda.html' title='Back in Action--- Kinda'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SI9fsmsW7mI/AAAAAAAAACM/OquOBt6hB_U/s72-c/Positano+July+2008+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-81668944081414793</id><published>2008-07-15T18:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:30:31.362+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude</title><content type='html'>I live in Venice, which is in the Veneto region of Italy. I have, however, travelled quite a bit throughout the country, lived briefly in Tuscany and I visit Campania regularly. My boyfriend is Pugliese and my closest friends and from Alghero, Brindisi, and the Amalfi coast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who also live in Italy you can appreciate the vast differences in character between the people in the different regions. For those who are less familiar with the country you might be surprised to know that Italians are hugely different among themselves. Obviously there are some generalizations that have been made about Southerners being more friendly and open, but I think that even within the north and the south there are some stunning inconsistencies in how people behave, react, think and decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to live in Venice and have thus far refrained from complaining but I think it is time that I let on to one of my biggest peeves about the Veneto. The people here are SO RUDE. Yes, this is an obvious generalization and I have of course met many lovely people in the 5 years that I have lived here, but I gotta say that never in my entire life have I come across a group of people so racist, bigoted, xenophobic, touchy, aggressive and out-and-out IMPOLITE as here in the Veneto. Sounds great, doesn't it? This is not to say that I do not like living here-- I do. I choose to. I lived here long before meeting my boyfriend, so it is not as though I live here to be with him. My career here is very flexible so it is not as though I must stay in Venice for that. I stay here because I love the way of life. I love jogging at midnight and walking everywhere. I love the mix of culture and small town feel. And strangely enough, the whole "rude" thing is growing on me. (Not, I must say, on Giuseppe, who has lived in Venice for 4 years and does not like it. This though, is also typical of many Italians who have trouble accepting the people and ways of life of other Italians not from their region. I laugh a bit at him for this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the rudeness. I live near a teeny tiny narrow little street where people can only walk in one direction at a time. The length of this street is a mere 7 meters. If someone is coming from the other direction you must wait about 15 seconds for him or her to come out at your end before you can enter. Today I was walking down the calle (and I am a fast walker) and at the other end I saw a neighbor who was waiting to pass. Behind the neighbor was a Venetian couple in their forties. I arrived at the end of the calle and said "ciao" to the person I knew. The woman of the couple (so often it is women who are snappy, why is that??) then snidely mocks me by saying "ciao" and making a "che palle" hand gesture as if to indicate that I took way too long to walk the last 3 meters of the calle and how dare I waste an extra half a second to say ciao to a person I knew instead of running by and saying excuse me. Why are her panties in such a twist? Why are some people so unhappy that they can't even be civil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an example. Store clerks and shop assistants are another noteworthy example. I have never witnessed such bad sales methods as those of the Veneto's commesse who see customers as an interuption and become offended if you choose not to purchase. When I lived in Padua I used to pretend not speak Italian so that they would think I was a tourist because GOD FORBID I was some type of immigrant. How many times while house hunting in Padua did I get told to my face that they would not rent to me because I was a foreigner, or even worse, not told to my face but being led on for weeks and ending up with a vague "no" and phones calls without responses. Venice is a little better on this front as they are a bit more used to foreigners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do not smile here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone pushes by without saying excuse me and invent crazy laws and rules just so they can have something to complain about. Tobias Jones hints at this in his book, "The Dark Heart of Italy" noting that Italy has more laws than any other Western country, most of which can easily be broken without any consequence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many clients who arrive with some story about the ticket-seller or parking attendent who was unbelieveably rude. They are shocked that a city based on tourism could treat it's livelihood so horribly. Other places in Italy are not like this and I do not want to exaggerate--there are plenty of wonderful Venetians and the city is an absolute must-see. I would never discourage anyone from visiting Venice, but I just had to get this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most frightening, I see myself becoming a bit like them. I smile less (and I notice better results form smiling less--as though people take me more seriously). I brush by someone without necessarily saying "scusi". I give stern looks when people block the streets or the water bus entrances. It's horrible! I need to stop! I don't want my (non-existent) children to be like this! I am becoming too Venetian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-81668944081414793?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/81668944081414793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=81668944081414793' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/81668944081414793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/81668944081414793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/rude.html' title='Rude'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-1233957573224262044</id><published>2008-07-10T11:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:09:13.418+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't speak Italian, I thought I would explain the name of my blog, "Girl in Giro".  "Giro", literally, is a "turn" but "in giro'' in Italian means "about town" or "out and about". "Sono in giro" means "I am out and about".  Do any of the Italian speakers have a better way of explaining?  Something to add?  Sometimes the most obvious translations escape me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-1233957573224262044?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1233957573224262044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=1233957573224262044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/1233957573224262044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/1233957573224262044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-8730306711934392786</id><published>2008-07-07T14:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:22:03.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy July</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning we got back from a lovely mini-break at Milano Marittima.  I highly recommend the destination for anyone looking for a relaxing weekend escape. Many things about Milano Marittima are like any other Adriatic bech destination:  Rows and rows of characterless three and four star hotels, a long white beach plastered with chairs and umbrellas, loads of teenagers, but Milano Marittima, unlike Rimini or Cattolica, has a great little town with heaps of trendy little spots that allow for ottimal people watching, fabulous little boutiques, bikes to rent, and a nature park nearby!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night we went into the old town of Cervia and walked around the night market, looking at a range of goods from organic honey to local ceramics.   The second evening we lounged outside on a big sofa at a posh cafè that served us a chocolate fondue with fresh fruit, and the last evening we went for a walk on the beach after dinner.  Nothing super crazy, but MM just has a nice feel to it.  Sure, it's full of people and can feel a bit generic, but I admit that something about that is refreshing and fun.  MM attracts the ''bella gente'' and Gius got a kick out of looking that the Lanborghinis, Maseratis and Ferraris parked illegaly all over the town.  sadly, I have no pictues of the trip to share.  We took the camera, but it never left the hotel room.   I promise to be better in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-8730306711934392786?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8730306711934392786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=8730306711934392786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/8730306711934392786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/8730306711934392786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-july.html' title='Happy July'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-691199984164641714</id><published>2008-07-01T22:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:13:13.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticket Booked</title><content type='html'>Well after this post it is going to seem like I take a lot of vacations, but actually, I am just doing all of my vacation planning in one evening! Milano Marittima is three nights staying with a friend and a interregionale train ride away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent about 52 hours on the Alitalia website booking my ticket to go down to Positano with my friend who is visiting in June. In the end the plane ticket cost 65 euro more than the train, but the train require about 8 hours more than the plane each way, so we are sucking it up and taking the plane, for a total of $334.70 USD which is OUTRAGEOUS. I blame it on Alpieagles, gas prices, and the weak dollar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am on the hunt for the least expensive room with a view in Fornillo. I have stayed pretty much everywhere on that side of the town. I have my favorite places but I feel that if I search harder I will find an overlooked pensione that will give me a room for 70 euro a night. Does anyone know of anything? Right now I have quotes for 90 euro a night, but I'm feeling nauseous after booking my plane ticket. Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-691199984164641714?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/691199984164641714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=691199984164641714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/691199984164641714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/691199984164641714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/ticket-booked.html' title='Ticket Booked'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-2906883553486488562</id><published>2008-07-01T20:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:29:41.639+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Milano Marittima</title><content type='html'>The day after tomorrow Gius and I are heading to Milano Marittima for three nights.  MM is a beach resort on the Adriatic coast, north of Rimini.  I had actually lived in Italy for a long time before ever even hearing about it, but it is really quite nice.  I like to think of Milano Marittima as the Nantucket of Italy. It is a little more upscale than the Jersey shore, although it is still just another long crowded beach on the Adriatic.  There are many families riding around on their bikes.  It is also known for its very trendy nightlife.  I prefer it to Rimini and Jesolo which are filled with teenagers, trashy looking tourists, restaurants with picture menus in 6 languages, and characterless souvenir shops.  MM is also right next to Cervia-- a quaint little town that contrasts nicely to the beach atmosphere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-2906883553486488562?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2906883553486488562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=2906883553486488562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/2906883553486488562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/2906883553486488562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/milano-marittima.html' title='Milano Marittima'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483010215940700222.post-4530603205088870149</id><published>2008-06-27T14:10:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:49:14.617+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No Screens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SGTcBd5-kKI/AAAAAAAAACE/dI3DpkjlkGU/s1600-h/rogerrabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SGTcBd5-kKI/AAAAAAAAACE/dI3DpkjlkGU/s320/rogerrabbit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216536186167660706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck in the screen department. Panorama, Auchan, and SME do not sell ANY type of screens for windows. We were going to go to Leroy Merlin (like Home Depot) but it was a 20 minute walk across the autostrada in 95 degree weather. No thanks, I prefer mosquitoes. I did, however, buy Scrabble and 5 DVDs that were all on sale at SME. I accept and am well known for my horrible and corny taste in movies and this sale had a lot of old classics, so I indulged and purchased: "Splash", "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids", "The Incredible Journey", "Oscar", and "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?". All excellent picks!!! Giuseppe, who is a huge film buff and can pretty much name the director of every film ever made laughed every time I chose a new DVD. He bought two old Woody Allen movies. Not withstanding his knowledge of films, he knows nothing of Hollywood gossip so I took it upon myself to inform him that &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/SHOWBIZ/9712/24/woody.weds/"&gt;Woody married&lt;/a&gt; the adopted daughter of his former lover, longtime girlfriend, and mother of his two children, Mia Farrow, here in Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so hot recently. Two days ago we went to the beach and the water felt like a lukewarm bathtub. This afternoon we are expecting thunderstorms, so some relief might be in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1483010215940700222-4530603205088870149?l=girlingiro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4530603205088870149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1483010215940700222&amp;postID=4530603205088870149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/4530603205088870149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1483010215940700222/posts/default/4530603205088870149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlingiro.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-screens.html' title='No Screens'/><author><name>Nancy - Girl in Giro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13442898431412678707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07817894041371561960'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPfaNVYdKIA/SGTcBd5-kKI/AAAAAAAAACE/dI3DpkjlkGU/s72-c/rogerrabbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>