Is any of it really worth it?

Just when you think you’ve had enough someone decides that in fact you haven’t. Once a week I have to go to the West side of Genoa for a lesson. A few years ago I taught at a company in Sestri Ponente and they tracked me down at my new school and insisted that I be their teacher again (this is a miracle because I had no clue what the heck I was doing 2 years ago). I was incredibly flattered and bewildered, but was not thrilled about trekking all the way across town again.

It takes 2 buses and a train to get there and because the trains don’t run frequently, it takes me 3 hours. I wish I was kidding, but I’m not, which brings me to this past month’s adventures…

Week 1:  I took 3 buses instead of the train but when I arrived in Sestri Ponente the Carnivale was on and there was a mini-traffic jam and I was 10 minutes late.

Week 2:   I left earlier, but took the wrong bus (I was 3 minutes late for the train), and ended up 30 minutes late!

Week 3: I arrived 30 minutes early and brought chocolates : )

Week 4:  I decided to take the Autostrada (highway) and the car of course. It’s only 60 Kilometers, and if I leave early and end up in Milan I’ve still got time to fix my mistakes and get there by 5 pm. I left at 3 pm, but as luck would have it, no sooner did I get on the road and there was gridlock because of an accident. I sat in bumper to bumper traffic for 1.45 hours and then had 15 minutes to exit the highway and find this place.

Sometimes I wonder if I am just spinning my wheels to no great cause? I especially love it when I am trying to navigate myself on the highway at breakneck speed and some woman in a Mini-Cooper (I used to like those cars) decides that I am annoying her because I must slow down to the speed limit to read the road signs! I’m not an idiot and I don’t have a problem with my eyesight, but I guess I must have flunked the speed reading courses at school! If it was a safe, I would have happily honoured this woman with one of Mama’s famous one armed salutes, but unlike American gestures, the Italian’s put their entire bodies into their physical insults and I would have surely caused an accident trying.

So you can see that my struggle for survival here is a very steep climb. Sort of like two steps forward and six steps back you might say. I have to ask myself if it is all really worth it? Someone recently commented that I must really love my husband in order to take on this adventure living in Italy with Mama. My reply was such that I am either really in love or just mascochistic…the jury is still out on that one!

I have seen my husband 8 days in 4 months…he comes home this Friday. So I apologize in advance if my posts get scarce over the next 2 months : ) The emotional bank account needs some replenishing!


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3 Responses to Is any of it really worth it?

  1. Enrico says:

    Well, love is worth it!!! my wife (she is italian) followed me in Canada and she struggled too… Canada (we lived in Toronto) has is share of “odd” rules too and the traffic… well is bumber to bumper without accidents! every single day of the week. Was not easy for her but we built our own place and wmost of all, we counted only on each other making us stronger and more bonded.
    Probably your own place, maybe a couple of bus stop from work but too far from mama is what you need… Genova is a wonderful city and i thinkit might not be only mascochism but love for your husband and a beutiful country! I moved to Bologna to stay away from my mama, they are full of love and suypport (expecially when you have kids) but they are wayyy too much of a pain in other occasions.
    Get busy building your own place and getting yours and your husband life indipendent, it will make you happier and will bond you two for ethernity!

    • I’m from Toronto, so I know what you mean about the traffic! It’s a way of life over there and that is why eventually I left. I knew in my heart that there were better things to do than spend my life in the car with a giant cup of Tim Horton’s tea every morning!

  2. Enrico says:

    When i left, on the 404 the traffic was reaching Maj. Mackenzie drive in the moring, 1 hour and half to do 20-25 Km!!!! i always tried to go against the traffic and i manage to find work in Bradford for many years but those few times i had to go downtown early in the morning!!!!

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