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!