The Diaper Story

So, I did it. I changed a dirty diaper. It was disgusting - no doubt about it. But somehow, it ended up being an experience I will remember.



I don't know how it is even possible, but the 18 month old takes the most horrific smelling "caca's" ever known to mankind. You can literally smell it across from the room. If you're feeling grossed out right now - imagine how I feel having to deal with this on a daily basis.



The part that makes it somewhat forgivable is that he knows and announces it: "Ho fatto una caca! Pulzo!!" (I'm sure you can translate the first part...Pulzo = SMELLY) And he says it with that cute little face of his which makes you want to pick him up and squeeze him in spite of him being a litlte pulzo.



I had not changed his diaper yet up until yesterday. But, as I have been here longer and longer I knew the day would soon arrive. The past few times I tried asking him if he would let me try to change it but he always replied with the shake of a head and saying "Mamma".



Well, yesterday was that fateful day when he said SI! It was gross. Obviously changing a baby's poopy diaper is gross...but what made this 10x grosser was the fact that we don't have baby wipes in the house and I had to use MY HAND and WATER. Alright, so I'm exaggerating a little bit and it wasn't as horrible as I had imagined - but it wasn't super fun either.



Once the worst part was over, I had him laying down on his little changing area and I was putting his fresh diaper on followed by pants. Because I was standing over him in such a way, his face lightened up and his hands went straight down my shirt and he got a full on squeeze. To make the situation even better, he looked up at me and said "bella!!"

Honestly, I didn't know what to do...so I just nicely got his hands out of my business and pretended like nothing ever happened.

And that, is the diaper story.

Bagel With Cream Cheese and American Coffee = New State Of Mind

All I can really say right now is YUM! I just had a delicious breakfast with Georgette at the American Diner by Santa Croce. I have heard about it for 3 years now but I finally went and it was awesome!! It's amazing how far a little taste of home can go...a bagel with cream cheese and American coffee.


The weather here is gorgeous today - the perfect kind of day to sit outside and chat it up for a few hours. So, we did just that! Which you know what?! That's pretty cool to say considering most people are back home sitting inside in a cubicle at a desk working instead of LIVING LIFE.


And thinking about that has brought me to a new state of mind.


Yes, it is important for me to find a job and to make money (even if it's a small amount). But, I think that the best way for this to happen is to stop worrying so much and to start LIVING LIFE. Go out. Meet people. Enjoy the beautiful city that is currently my home. Get the word out that I'm looking. Of course try to find things as well...but not stress so much about it. This is something that is going to take some time - so I might as well enjoy the time.


I feel much better about everything. I know something is going to come along...and I know I am going to meet more and more great people along my way during this chapter of my life.


So here's to making this adventure MORE of an adventure and enjoying this experience 10x more than I have been!!


And my advice for anyone looking to gain a fresh new perspective on your life...go out and grab yourself a fresh bagel and some coffee. Have a great conversation with a friend covering 20 topics at once...you'll feel brand new and ready to tackle anything.

Daylight Savings Already? Ew...

We had Daylight Savings yesterday in Italy...gross! Today felt SO short. It was already getting much darker earlier in the day but it seemed like it was nighttime two hours earlier than normal today. Oh well...the weird part is the States doesn't "fall back" until next Sunday. So for the next week we are only 5 hours apart instead of 6...kinda cool, I guess.



So, I may or not have dropped about 300 bucks yesterday. But it was for a good cause. ME!! I never spent any of my birthday money or the money that we got back from our security deposit...so I mean, I don't really feel too guilty about it. Also, I bought a lot for what I spent and it's all things that I'll get a lot of use out of for a long time...so what did I get??

• Ray Ban aviators


• 2 pairs of boots (one gray pair that only come up to my ankles; one black pair that are high cut)


• 2 scarves


• 1 poncho style jacket

After I went on my mad shopping spree, I checked out the Duomo because it was the first day that it became a pedestrian only zone. It was actually really cool! It was a gorgeous day so everyone was out celebrating the fact that no more cars, busses and bikes are allowed in the Piazza and the streets surrounding it. There were people in the streets and it seemed like the entire city was swarmed around the Duomo and the Baptistry. Now I can say I took a little part of Florence's history!!

I guess today was pretty standard...nothing too exciting has really happened in the past few days.

Federico was home from school (sick) so I hung out with him and Nonna Mima for awhile this morning. I went to recharge my phone at the place I always go to on Via Massaccio. Really, there are so many other places that I could go - but I go there because the guy that works there (Lorenzo) is absolutely gorgeous. He remembered that the company I use is WIND and that I usually put 10 Euro worth of credit today...so I felt pretty special. I went in there feeling pretty confident becaues I was rocking my aviators, scarf and black boots and I was going to ask him if he knew of anyone that might need some help. Well, even after I bought a Coca-Cola for the sole purpose of having a reason to stay for a bit and bring up the topic of me looking for work...I couldn't build up the courage and ended up leaving after 10 minutes. Haha, really, Gianna?! Oh well - maybe next time!!

Other than that...the boys were pretty good today. My heart breaks everytime Riccardo cries and says "Mamma! Mamma!" with his sweet little voice. Luckily it's been getting easier and easier to calm him down after just a few minutes and find ways to distract him. He is so adorable and I can't get enough of his little face when he's happy.

As for Federico, I finally realized that he only says super mean things to me when his parents or grandparents are around...what a little show-off! Him and I were like attached at the hip, best friends today. Everything we did, he wanted to do together. He even wanted me to read a bunch of books to him (yes, I can read in Italian!!) and he was all snugged up on me and holding my hand. Then at dinner he was telling me how stupid I am and that I'm evil...it's like whoa whoa whoa! Did we not just have an awesome together, Mr. 4-year old?! So when he left the table I told his parents and they just laughed and said that they know that's what he does...so as long as we're all on the same page I'm not worried about it!!

Well...tomorrow is supposed to be more eventful...I'm meeting up for some American coffee. Maybe while I am out I will stop by a few random places and ask for work! And I hope to go out tomorrow night so...hopefully more interesting stories to come.

A dopo :)

Watching From The Sidelines

I fully anticipated my life in Florence to be completely different than my life in Boston. I was also fully aware of the fact that this experience would be much different than when I studied abroad here. But I don't think I ever really considered HOW it would be different. I also never really thought about how difficult it could be at times.

For the most part, I don't really have too much to complain about. I am living with a great family that has provided me with a roof over my head and (delicious) food to eat. And I suppose the fact that I'm young and living a fairly care-free lifestyle in one of the most beautiful countries in the world really isn't so horrible.

However, I can't help but feeling like I'm watching from the sidelines half the time.

I know I have only been here for about two months - but it is frustrating to not be able to find a PAYING job around here. A group of guys I know from a few years ago told me today that Italy is probably the most difficult place to find a job right now. It's like, great!

Then again - there may be a light at the end of the road after all. Tomorrow I am supposed to meet up with Gianmaria because he might be able to help me get a job at Santa Croce. If that doesn't work out Cristina gave me a few ideas and some contacts to try as well. Keep your fingers crossed! I mean something has to come up eventually right?!

While the job thing is constantly on my mind...it's not really the thing that is getting me down. Like I said before, I feel like I'm watching everything from the sidelines. I guess I mean that in a social sense.

Of course I know people and I go out when I can...and I am trying to make more and more friends as much as possible. But, I guess I am at a bit of a disadvantage because I'm not going to classes with them or travelling with them or I haven't been here for a few years allowing me to establish a set group of friends. As a result of this, even when I do go out with people I often feel left our or not really part of what's going on. It's like - instead of being in the group picture, I'm the one that takes the picture of the group.

I try to remember that this is most likely not a personal thing against me...it's just simply that most of the people that are here are a few years younger than me and they are living a life I had 3 years ago. Keeping this in mind is helpful - but it doesn't mean it doesn't suck sometimes. It makes me feel a bit old and discouraged every now and then. Especially on the weekends when most people are gone travelling to all the places I wish I could be revisiting instead of being here alone.

Well...now that I have successfully made myself sound like a completely depressed loser, I must assure you that is not the case. I just needed to vent because it's been bothering me for a little while.

Believe it or not - there is some positivity here. Luckily, I live two streets away from my homestay mom and we spend a lot of time together on the weekends. In fact, every Sunday is MOVIE NIGHT!! As I am meeting more people, it provides me with more options of people to call - especially on the weekends. And lastly, today was the first time that I was (finally) brave enough to go out into the city and just walk around for a few hours. I ended up running into some of my friends (and I got free coffee out of it!) and finding a really cute, cheap store that I'm going back to tomorrow to reward myself with some adorable new boots and a scarf.

While it can be difficult at times, I am not the type of person to let such things ruin my experience or get me down for too long. And at the end of the day, this is pushing me to become a stronger and more independent person. It's all just a part of life and tomorrow is another day...

Back To Blogging...

So, I had a blog a few years ago that I was obsessed with...but then my free time became less and I sort-of neglected it. However, my free time is opening back up and my life is a bit more exciting now - so I thought, hey why not start blogging again? And thus, Back To Blogging...

I feel like I need to give a little intro as to where I am in my life before I really get into all the awesome stories I want to share. I graduated from Bentley almost 2 years ago (ew, really?!) and I joined the work force known as corporate America. I worked for an online advertising agency for 1 year and 3 months. The work itself was fine - but at the end of the day, it just wasn't for me. So what did I do? I moved to Florence, Italy!! WOO!!

Yup, I am currently living in Florence. I studied abroad here Spring 2007 and never really got the AMAZING experience I had out of my head...so finally after a year or so of debating if I should come back or not I finally said "what the hell! I'm 24 years old...I'm single and I don't have a family...and either way this is a life experience that I will regret more if I don't do it than if I do". So, I came out here in September and I am living with a family and working as an Au Pair.

I would totally be lying to you right now if I said I knew exactly what it is that I'm trying to get out of this experience. Sure, I'd like to get a job...meet lots of interesting people from all over the world...work on my Italian...all of the obvious things someone would expect to achieve living abroad. Maybe I just needed a break from everything and everyone to figure myself out. Maybe I just really needed to live life for a bit. Maybe I need to get this Italy craze out of my system before I could go back to a "normal" life. Or maybe the reason has yet to reveal itself. Either way, I am currently happy with my decision and I trust that in the long run I will look back and say "that was really cool!"

Well, I think I will leave things on that introductory note. I suppose even if nobody ends up ever seeing this it will not be a completely lost cause because I will be documenting my experience here.

A dopo :)