There are a few things I dislike about living the island life in the Mediterranean, it can’t always be la dolce vita.
Those few things are, and in no particular order, and only two make my blood boil: raw tomatoes, dog owners not cleaning up their dog’s shit from my front porch, and having to enter any type of government or banking office.
It was mercato Monday morning in town, a place where all the local farmers come to sell their fruit, vegetables, honey, bootleg wine, handmade leather goods, candy and clothing. It’s honestly the highlight of my week, all this shopping!
I headed to the local atm machine to withdrawal the weekly funds and my card was blocked from even entering the ancient money machine. I tried again, and no luck. There was no choice, I could feel the anxiety creeping up on me knowing I had to enter this office, it’s always such a hassle, such a disaster!
In I go … and wait an hour before it’s my turn.
Good morning, the atm has blocked my card, it won’t go into the machine.
Good morning, okay, can I have your ID card? Oh, is this still your phone number?
No, Im sorry, that is no longer my number. I have just returned from Canada after two years and no longer have access to that phone number. Here is my new number …
Okay, thank you. Allow me to input your new phone number. Do you have your cellphone with you?
(a little chuckle) No, sorry, I didn’t bring my phone because I didn’t think I would need it this morning. I just wanted to use the atm. Why?
Because we will send you a verification code to your new phone number that you must use to approve this new change to your account.
Oh, okay, but I hadn’t planned on coming into the office today, otherwise …
*the teller beside spoke up and even pulled their mask down to scold me… You, you, you must always bring your cellphone with you when you enter an official office!!
This was repeated to me several times by a teller that wasn’t even helping me in the first place. They berated me so loudly and with such a tone that my blood boiled, my right fist clenched hidden in my winter jacket, my teeth clenched so tightly that my face turned to stone.
I had no idea that I was coming into this office, I’m sorry I don’t have my phone. May I close this account?
Yes, you can close …
The maskless teller … I don’t give a crap if you close your account.
What on earth just happened?!? I was so shocked at the tone and treatment of this teller that I just wanted to run away. Not only weren’t they directly helping me, they have no opinion on whether I close my account or not. They also made my business, the business of everyone else waiting in that office.
The verification code is valid for twenty-four hours. Once you’ve verified your card should work.
Have we finished here?
So, I didn’t even need my cellphone in the first place as the code is valid for twenty-four hours. Ugh. What ignorance! I turned on my heel and walked right out the door, and cried. (Well, far way from this office, so they couldn’t see me.) Yup, I freaking cried from the wrath of this person. It was more of a “shock” cry than a “poor me” cry. The audacity. I’m still reeling from this maskless scolding.
Has something similar happened to you while trying to peacefully do your business in Italy?
The Sardinian mountain sounds here are still the same and I wouldn’t change it for the world: goats bleating gleefully in the distant, the echo of donkey’s heehaw-ing as they chase each other under a twisted cork tree, farmers calling up the mountain to their cattle that it’s breakfast time, a solitary owl that makes its presence known in the wee hours of the morning, every morning perched atop the roof, and the distant sea that roars her mighty strength onto this island’s shore with dazzling drops of sea water.
Hello, Ciao. I’m finally back after a two year hiatus from Sardinia, Italy. The last two years have seen a dramatic change in the way we view the world, and it’s my hope that I can continue to inspire through this blog with tidbit’s on the culture, traditions and snapshots from this glorious island in the Mediterranean.
It was an overcast day but not chilly when we decided to head up into the mountains for an afternoon walk with friends. We weren’t in search of anything, in particular, just the meeting of new people, dialogues, laughter and panoramic views that stretch as far as southern Corsica to Limbara and to the northwestern tip of Sardinia. Pure Sunday bliss in my books, a perfect Sunday spent between mountain and sea. Continue reading
Welcome to the new and slightly improved My Sardinian Life. After a much too long hiatus, I thought it was time to give my much-beloved blog a refreshing makeover. I am back in the writing-blogging saddle to share my experiences with the culture, traditions, and people of this enchanting island I now call home.
Keep your eyes peeled for new posts on cost of living, working in the hospitality industry, colourful and vibrant snapshots, short stories of a wandering waitress, expat tales, and bloopers that are best only when shared.
Sardinia, Italy has been my home for the last ten years, and it’s only here where I feel truly me, and feel home.
Please let me know in the comment section below what you think of the makeover regarding fonts and font size, headline and title. All improvements are a work in progress. Thank you for following along. There will be more of me in your inbox in days, weeks and months to come. Until then … Ajo, Eh!
From Sardinia with love.
I’ve had a few long time followers of My Sardinian Life email me asking how I’m doing in the great white north, and if I’m blogging about it. The good news is that YES, I am blogging about Victoria, Canada and you can check it out here:
Victoriaology – by Jennifer Avventura
The sights, sounds and adventures of my new life in Victoria, BC, Canada.
My latest post on this beautiful city is about stealing sunshine and how Victoria and Sardinia are very similar. I hope you have the time to stop by and check it out – even give Victoriaology a follow.
A big shout out to those that have emailed me about my new life here in Victoria, I am eternally grateful and wish you well.
Just like the Emmy’s, Golden Globes and Music awards there are awards for bloggers who but effort, thought and heart into their blog(s). This year is the second year that My Sardinian Life has been nominated for the 2013 Canadian Blog Awards.
My Sardinian Life was nominated for Best Travel and Expat Blog. It would be fantastic to bring home the gold this season, and only you can help me do that.
To vote, just click the following link 2013 Canadian Blog Awards then scroll down the to the bottom of the page. Under Best Travel and Expat Blog click on My Sardinian Life.
Voting closes on February 22nd, 2014 so hurry before it’s too late.
A special thanks to Jonathan Kleiman who took copious amounts of time to organize this award for Canadian bloggers across the globe. Jonathan is a Toronto Business Lawyer and a Small Claims Lawyer and his side gig is organizing fantastic blogging awards. So, thank you Jonathan. I appreciate all the hard work you’ve done in the last year to make this award a reality.
So, what are you waiting for? Go on and vote. I am eternally grateful.
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.
Not only that … in the last few days I have noticed a dramatic decrease in visitors to my site!
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.)
I should be out running or taking a nice September afternoon walk or preparing fresh, local ingredients for a traditional Italian tomato sauce, or even attempting to write my book. Instead, I’m inside being delightfully pulled in by the following four fabulous blogs and I just can’t get enough!
Each blog is jam-packed with hilarious tales of life, cooking, learning languages and eating! So, it’s no wonder I haven’t accomplished much since I finished working at the beginning of the month. I’ve continuously come back to each blog excited to discover something new and I haven’t been disappointed. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
- Lady Of The Cakes – Vignettes from a multi-lingual, multi-cake-eating freelance existence. LOTC and I are similar in many ways: I too am not sure what to say when people ask me “where are you from?” Is where we are from our birth place, the place we spent most our adult life or the place we call home, now? Plus the fact we both seem to fail at doing the required things and all the rest we do in the wrong order. LOTC is beautifully witty, full of sarcasm and worth a read.
- Maple Leaf Mamma – Where feminist motherhood meets expat life in Italy. Firstly, her blog name is HOT and creative, it makes me wish I had been more original naming my blog. Michelle is full-on funny with posts like: Bilingual toddler speak (complete with cute video) and her latest post: On deceptive appearances and silver linings which made me reflect on my own ups and downs living in another country, all the while, others outside the realm of expat-hood seem to think I have it all.
- Bites for Babies – Spicing up baby’s meals one recipe at a time. Written by a Canadian who spends her summers in Sardinia with her family! Instant like! She also whips up amazing dishes for her children that would make any adult jump for delicious joy. Lisa has virtually taught me how to make polenta, after a dreadful attempt to ‘wow’ my husband with my polenta making skills. I am forever grateful.
- BarbedWords in Italy – Living and writing in Italy. And quiet a bit of cooking… How can someone move to Italy and not enjoy the food, or speak the language? Well, this Brit did it and shares all the fabulous exploits in this entertaining blog. I love the post: Top Ten Tips on how not to write a novel, find an agent, get published and become rich and famous because so many of the points I can agree with. In 1997 I moved to Australia with the idea of writing my book and sixteen years later, with countless I’m-moving-to-XYZ-to write-my-book statements, I find myself living in a mountainous town in Sardinia, Italy still trying to write my book.
I hope you can find inspiration from these four fabulous blogs like I have.
Care to share some of your favourite must-read blogs? Leave a link the comment section below.
Happy reading and happy blogging. 🙂