“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass,
it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”
I got this email from my dad and in it was the quote above. I liked it so much that I had to add it to my blog post. Even from 5,000 miles away, my dad always manages to put a smile on my face. Every day I get two or three jokes forwarded to me and I am happy that the Internet has bridged the gap of communication between us.
It’s raining again. Apparently the volcanic ash has a lot to do with it. Last night I snuck down to the city for some dinner with friends and cuddles with my cat. I’m on the home stretch now and will go to the Comune for my Carta d’identita tomorrow. Wish me luck!
Today my sister-in-law compared dealing with the Italian government to having a baby. I laughed, yes, perhaps she’s right. You fall in love, get screwed and then knocked up. Now that you’ve made it this far you have to go all the way to the finish line. Then, when you finally get past the labour pains of it all you end up with a happy bouncing baby…ummmm, okay. But don’t babies also cry and keep you up all night? If Italianhood is anything like motherhood this should be a very interesting life indeed!