Dica


If only life was filled with wine expos every day of the week! As a school teacher, May always has a way of swallowing me whole. There is the last minute crunch for exams and all the pressure to just get through the final weeks of teaching while keeping my sanity intact. It’s certainly a good thing that wine here is so cheap, otherwise I’d have been fitted for a white coat ages ago.

Finally, with my last kids’ lessons behind me, I can now focus on watering my flowers and playing with sheep! I will continue to work on adult courses but only twice a week. I think I can handle that just fine and maybe, with all this extra loot, I can afford to buy myself that coveted vintage FIAT 500 for my big 50th birthday in January 🙂

Spring brings on many changes and last month we were busy planting a veggie garden and sheering all the sheep. You know you truly love animals when they pee all over you and you can just laugh it off. I imagine getting shaved is not all that much fun. In fact, it is probably like getting body tickled for thirty minutes and if you are anything like me that would be pure torture. Anyway, since the temperatures have risen to low 30’s already and it’s only June, I think the sheep are quite pleased with their new hairstyles.

On another note, today I’m hanging out at a dirty, crowded government office, day two. Since my Passport had to be renewed, I now must resubmit my Visa documents to the Italian government. I went to two different locations yesterday and waited over an hour only to be told to come back the next day. Needless to say, I had a fit and some choice words on my way out the door. So, here I am, the next day, trying to navigate the system and waiting, waiting and wishing I’d brought a flask of wine and a sandwich with me 🙂 (side note: they neglected to tell me yesterday that I needed to buy a tax stamp and I had to run down the road to buy one and run back)

Some random observations lately…I now order my coffee like a pro and no longer ask for a cappuccino, but just say ‘cappucho’. I usually walk with my head down, sorry mom, but it’s the best way to avoid stepping in dog shit or tripping and breaking my neck on the uneven sidewalks which are full of potholes and cracks! I’ve also become a pro at all the Italian curse words, sorry dad, but it’s truly the only way to keep my sanity and sense of humour!

One last thing…Dica – tell me. This is a phrase that is commonly used here by post office and government employees alike. I have summed it up to mean the following:1) tell me why you are here annoying me, don’t you know that I hate my job? 2) I am ten minutes late for my coffee break and don’t give a rat’s ass about your attempts to follow my country’s stupid rules, and 3) please go ahead and start talking while I’m on the phone because I won’t bother to listen to you anyway and I will make you repeat everything twice because it makes me feel more important than I actually am.

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About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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2 Responses to Dica

  1. Diana says:

    so great…have you see this show? hilarious!!! “DICA!” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_v54aCK7bs

    • Yes Diana, my Italian teacher showed me this last week which is what inspired this post! It is truly very funny. I was going to put the link here but it is in Italian and most of my readers are English speakers I think so I didn’t bother but thanks for sharing, maybe some people will click on it and enjoy the visual aspect anyway, I love it when she licks the money, hahaha

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