They say that the early bird catches the worm, and in this case I caught a beautiful Sardinian sunrise, layered with soft fluffy clouds.

This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Layers.
They say that the early bird catches the worm, and in this case I caught a beautiful Sardinian sunrise, layered with soft fluffy clouds.

This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Layers.
The travel theme this week is short, and it finally gives me the opportunity to show off these cute, little dolls wearing traditional costume’s from the heart of Sardinia.
And here’s a short door so the cat can get through.

I found this adorable, paper kitten mewing at the bottom of the door to an old bakery in Tonara, Sardinia and thought it was super cute that someone took the time to tape his little face into the hole, so I just had to take its picture.
This is my response to the weekly Travel Theme.
Continuing on from the super successful post on Learning Italian: You said what?, I thought it only fair to share another one of my embarrassing moments from my expat life Sardinia. This story involves vagina’s and doctors, so if you are easily offended I suggest you click here and if you’re one of the millions of weirdo’s who gets giggles out of others’ follies then, by all means, please read on.
We had just driven an hour into Sassari and we were lost. All the buildings looked the same, they looked like pale, sick apartment buildings not a doctor’s office, there wasn’t even a sign. A young woman came walking down the street and stops in front of us “Lèi e Jennifer?” With a rather perplexed look on my face, I nodded yes. “Sono dottoressa Venere.”
I followed her into the cold, dusty archway and whispered to my husband “This is a little weird.” He nodded and continued on my heel.
Dr. Venere opened an ancient wooden door to reveal a small apartment turned into a gynaecologist office: one tiny bathroom, one bedroom and a living room/waiting room, it felt like I was in the doctor’s apartment. The red sofa stood out against the white walls in the waiting room and she said to my husband “Lei signore resta qui.” Dr Venere pointed to the luscious sofa and gave my husband a wink. Yes, a wink! I decided to ignore it.
She gestured for me to follow her and I obeyed her stern look. She opened her bedroom door and in place of a bed was a canary yellow gynaecological examination table complete with remote control and pillow.
“Togliti i pantaloni e sedersi lì.” Say what? What she say? I’d only been in Italy for a year and my grasp on the Italian language consisted of: Io, pasta, pizza, ciao, mi piace, tu and spagetti. The examination table reminded me of Big Bird and I was scared.
Pan–ta–loni. Pants? Yes, she wanted me to take off my pants, right! She can’t check out my vagina if my pants are on, why isn’t she leaving the room?
The doctors in Canada leave the room when a patient gets naked and provides a lovely, white paper robe. I gathered enough courage to ask her “un vesitito? one dress?” as I pointed to the recyclable white paper adorning the yellow chair.
She looked at me quizzically, pointed her pen at my waist and motioned for me to remove my pants and sit down as the procedure was about to begin.
I was mortified.How could I do this without a dressing gown? I’ve never done it without a dressing gown! WAH! Cue internal freak-out and escape plan.
She was staring at me, I was staring at her, and the Big Bird chair was staring at my vagina. Somebody help me!
I did what I always do in situations like this – throw caution to the wind and just do it. After all, this is Italy, and I learned a new word that day: pantaloni = pants.
Stay tuned for more horror stories from the gynecologist’s office.

Sharing a simple photo from Tonara, Sardinia.
Okay, I’ll admit it, or maybe I don’t want to just yet it’s a little embarrassing. I mean it has been five and a half years and all, I should know this stuff, but I don’t.
Well, it doesn’t suck in the big sucky way, but it could be better. Where I get confused is the moment I have to open my mouth and speak Italian.
“Buongiorno.” Okay, that was easy.
“Come stai oggi?” Alright, maybe my Italian doesn’t suck as bad as I think it sucks.
Let’s pretend I’m at the local farmers market conversing with the sausage seller.“Salve Jennifer!”
“Ciao Pablo! Come stai?” It’s so easy these one-on-one conversations.
“Sto bene. Il solito – the usual?” Pablo is cute and short, and has a super big smile each Monday morning.
“Si, il solito. Mio marito va pazzo per tuo salsiccia.” Now, it’s time to cue the laughter card because I just told the sausage vendor:
If you don’t have a dirty mind then the above statement will blow right on over your head. I on the other hand was dying inside the moment the words left my mouth.
Pablo looks at me with a wide-eyed grin knowing what I want even before I arrive at his table.
“Senza busta vero?”
“Si, no busta. Non mi piace ad avere la plastica a casa e poi fa male per nostro mondo.”
“Yes, no bag. I don’t like to have the plastic at home and then it’s bad for our world.”
“Correct, no bag. I find it unnecessary to have a large collection of plastic bags at home, there is no need for it, plus plastic takes about a billion years to disintegrate thus making it bad for the earth.”
And with the same smile I’ve seen every Monday for the last five and a half years Pablo hands me the sausage without a bag and I smile graciously yet embarrassed, turn on my heel and search out the fruit and vegetable vendor.
Now let’s pretend I’m speaking with the fruit and vegetable vendor:“Ciao ragazza!” I really hate it that he calls me ragazza – girl. I’ve bought his carrots and figs for years, he should know my name.
“Buongiorno. Mi dai per favore cattru figa. Mi piace molto la figa.”
The fruit vendor is beside himself and nearly crying with shock and laughter. The two elderly women beside me seem to be suffering from some type of cardiac arrest, shock or there’s a new disease around that leaves your mouth hanging open.
“Good morning. Can you please give me four vagina’s. I like vagina’s a lot.” Okay so, this is something I said years ago, not recently, but it was said and still today the shock and giggle factor remains the same. I also said four in Gallurese.
So you see, learning a new language is not easy and at the best of times can be a whole lot of embarrassing.
Let’s try a little excercise and please feel free to correct me in the comment section below. I’ve just looked around my house for the following word list and I hope get them all correct. I’m aiming high!
Una banana – a banana
Un portacenere – an ashtray
Uno libro – one book. I wanted to say A book, would I write un libro?
Una penna – a pen
Una finestra – a window
Un divano – a sofa
Uno frigo – one fridge
Un cafe – a coffee
Una mela – an apple. And if I wanted to say One apple would it be Uno mela? I don’t think so, cue confusion.
Un asino – a donkey
I think this is all too much for 7:30 in the morning. I have system overload and need more coffee but this is the life of an expat in Italy. There are always questions, there will always be questions and I will always admit my mistakes and laugh at myself. It’s the only way to learn a new language.
The death toll of Typhoon Haiyan (Yolanda in the Philippines) that ripped through parts of the Philippines is nearing 10,000. Thousands of houses have been destroyed and many areas are still cut off from transport, communication and power.
Hundreds of thousands of people are still coming to terms with this devastating storm and are trying to cope with the lack of clean water, shelter, food and medicine.
A good friend of mine recently married a beautiful woman from the Philippines. They now have nothing. There are young children without a roof, water and food. There are entire families and communities that are suffering from this natural disaster and they need your help.
“Typhoon Haiyan (Yolanda in the Philippines) is the most powerful Typhoon/Hurricane in recorded history. My wife’s family is from a rural fishing and farming village. The family home was destroyed by the winds and they, like many others in her village, will need to completely rebuild their homes. I do not know what the cost to rebuild a home is in the Philippines but I am certain any money will help.

If we can raise enough to get their house framed in, I will ask T. to start helping others in the area who have lost their homes as well!”
UPDATE: November 11th, 2013
“I have just been on Skype with Theresa (She is in Iloilo right now) and she said that they have been told that they are probably going to be out of power for 4 months. She is trying to get a generator so that they can power a refrigerator and have some lights and use some power tools.
They will need the generator and fuel for it. I have transferred some money and am waiting on the Fundraiser site to complete the transfer of what has already been raised. They said it will take a couple of business days for the transfer.” Chris Faulkner
How YOU can help rebuild Banate, Philippines.
If you are able to give even $2.00 then please click the following link:
Banate, Philippines Typhoon Relief and Renewal Fund
Your name, amount donated can be kept confidential or you can choose to publish your name and amount donated.
I thank you. The Faulkner family thanks you and the citizens of the Philippines thank you.
This weeks weekly photo challenge is habit, and there is no better place in the world where the people still abide by the same habits or rituals as they did hundreds of years ago, like they do here in Sardinia.
This hard-working man from Tonara is making a wooden platter in the shape of Sardinia to sell or give away as gifts to friends. For millenia the islanders have used natural resources from the surrounding area to make stunning hand-crafted items that will last a lifetime.

This is my response to the weekly photo challenge: habit.
For anyone new to learning Italian – it’s not easy. I’ve been in Italy since May 2008 and I still haven’t wrapped my head around the Italian prepositions. Plus, I’m a little lazy. Okay, I’m a lot lazy. The first two years in Sardinia I studied and I studied hard with Italian workbooks, Italian learning CD’s, repetition and more repetition. Then it got boring and I studied by watching TV, listening to the radio or having a coffee at the local bar each morning.

I should know these off by heart by now, but I don’t. My husband speaks to me in Italian or Gallurese, and depending on my mood I’ll respond first in English, then Italian, and sometimes I’ll throw him for a loop and respond in Gallurese. The look on his face is priceless when I respond to him in his first language and the giggle that escapes from his lips makes me want to do it all over again.
So, in a haphazard attempt to fully memorize the Italian prepositions I wrote them on a white-board magnetized to the fridge.
I’m not sure it’s working.
What are your study tips?
Mamoiada is a small rural town in the province of Nuoro and is famous for its carnival held in February. I recently had the pleasure of visiting this mountain town and it held up to my expectations. Follow me on a photographic journey to the heart of Sardinia – Mamoiada.

View of Mamoiada from the watch tower at Cantina Puggioni Giampietro.

Tzilleri = Bar

Beautiful old alleys and doorways.

Roast Pecora

Roasting chestnuts.

The most comical guy I’ve met in a long time at Mamoiada.

Tappas in Mamujada 2013
I’d like to personally thank the Mamoiadini for throwing such a BIG fabulous festival at the Tappas in Mamujada. From what I read there were about 25,000 people in attendance this past Sunday. Keep up the great work. I look forward to a return visit.
This past week the folks at WordPress went and changed the scope of how we read our favourite blogs, and there’s a lot of people angry at the changes. If you click on a title in the reader an annoying pop-up window shows up, we can comment, like and share but we can’t read the entire post. To read the entire post we must click yet again to open the blog post, very annoying.
I know of other bloggers in the WordPress community who feel the same way, losing readers, likes and comments because of this new change does nothing for the bloggers who blog at WordPress.
Just two weeks ago I spent $99 at WordPress to customize my site and make it more reader friendly. Then the kind folks at WordPress pulled the wool over my eyes designing a new reader that is not reader friendly, in any way shape or form.
I’m curious what you all think? Take my little poll below and leave comments in the comment section.
I look forward to your responses.
(Now I wonder how many people will click twice to read my entire post. Time and stats will tell.)
Happy blogging.