redrover: (One does not simply walk into Hogwarts)
For those of you still following my very sporadic journal entries, here's the update I've been meaning to make for some time now:

I am finally - finally - leaving Italy. My husband has been relocated to the United Kingdom as of Saturday. So, I will either be there or in the US. Do you sense a story coming on?

And here we go: )

Now, allow me to abridge that teal deer for everyone:

- My residency permit and my tourist visa expired.

- I went to the UK as a tourist so I could return to Italy and renew my tourist visa so I could successfully apply for a resident visa to the UK.

- The UK wanted no part in my loophole-raping shenanigans and turned me around at Customs.

- They also called the Polizia di Stato on me.

- Who took me to Customs and gave me the tourist visa.

...I don't know whether to feel proud or dismayed that I managed to accidentally succeed at this.

Also, I feel my icon is so ridiculously appropriate.
redrover: (OMG Frankie)
This new community has very strict rules about recycling. Organics, Plastics, Cardboard, Glass, Metal, and "Indifferent", which is "other crap".

The plastics can't be everything made of plastic; it has to be things like bottles. Hard plastics. All other plastics go in the "Other" bin. The cardboard pick-up is called "Carta", which means paper, but it can only be cardboard boxes. The organics have to be food stuffs, and you can't put them in a bag unless it's biodegradable. Metal, Glass, and Plastic gets picked up together every other Thursday.

You can't use trash bags. It all has to be set out in a bin, with the exception of the organic biodegradable bags. The plastics can't go in a plastic bag.

See how complicated this is getting?

So anyway, I set out my very first trash bucket for the organic refuse on the first pick-up this week...and dogs got to it. I was disheartened.

Last night, I tried again. This morning, I ran outside like a little kid looking to see if Santa came, and the organics had, indeed, been picked up! I have never felt so ridiculously proud of my ability to function in an Italian society. I RECYCLED. I PUT IT OUT BY THE CURB. THEY TOOK IT AWAY. VICTORY.

Now, to figure out if cat litter is organic or "other".
redrover: (Outrun YOU)
This morning at 5 AM, we awoke to find there was no water. After an extensive investigation, it came down to a cold snap and one frozen pipe outside.

As I am from Florida, I have never had to deal with this. Frozen pipes are not my forte. Hurricanes, great. Too much water is better than none. So Mike and I panicked and he went to shower at the new house, traitor that he is. He took the keys.

I got the landlord involved like this:

Me: Carlo, l'aqua non funzo.

Him: Funziona. L'aqua non funziona.

After several attempts, I could not pronounce this word around my chattering teeth, and so instead said an expletive with the same first consonant. I then proceeded to panic MORE.


Him, after laughing at me: I call my father; he will fix.

His solution two hours later to this mysterious problem was to take a 1 litre bottle of hot water and pour it over the frozen outside pipe.

Just. 1 litre. Of hot water.

In appropriate "me" fashion, I forgot the rest of my Italian. However, my landlord knows some basic English, so we muddle through when I panic. (For example, the bat incident, which I'll recount another time.) The remaining conversation went like this:

Me: Your water is working?

Him: Si. Mine is okay. I have all the pipes in my house.

Me: *flat look* Okay.

Him, showing me the insulating piece of fabric around the pipe in question: This pipe have this. It help.


[Insert some faffing around with the foliage around the pipe.]


Me: So does this happen often in Italy?

Him: ...Che?

Me: This. Frozen pipes. In Italia.

Him: Si, in Italia.

Me: The pipes freeze?

Him: Ohhh, no, no. Never. :|

Me: ...So it's just me.

Him: Yes, it just you. :|



Me: Okay, I have a blow dryer for my hair. Will that work on the pipe?

Him: No. We use the hot water. It will work.

Me: Okay.

Him, after finishing with the hot water in the 1 litre bottle on the pipe.: Okay. Now, we will waiting. Correct? We will waiting?

Me: Sure. I will wait.

Him, seriously: Okay. Wait. I hope for you.

Me: O.o

Despite my reservations about the effectiveness of a 1 litre bottle of semi-hot water, the sinks are now providing a stream, however sluggish, of water.

One more month in this house. One more month.


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