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I am Canadian. Io sono canadese. (in Sardegna/Sardinia)

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Canadian Maple Leaf

The muscles in my calves are aching as I make my way up the mountain, bags in hand. At home I unpack the groceries to our six-foot two fridge. In an hour M. will be home, sweaty from seven hours of pane and he’ll be hungry. He likes and wants me to prepare the meals, its part of his culture; that’s just what the women do. I’ve seen it at many dinner parties thrown by his friends. And this woman doesn’t mind. He’s home and greets me with a bacio and we eat. I wash the dishes in the bathroom sink; our cucina finished within the next few days, Sardinian time. In my reality of time our cucina will be finished in two to three more weeks. I’m ok with the fact that things here happen slowly, I can’t change the hand of time nor can I move a culture to rapido. After all, I am in their country trying to speak their language be it dialect or Italian; and I find myself becoming the traditional Italian housewife with the exception that I AM CANADIAN, eh!

Let the Sun Down

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The View From My Room

Here’s a little peek into my piece of heaven. And all from the front row seat of my living room.  Bliss.  Happy Sunday.

The People From Here

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Happy Smiling Sardinian Children

The smiles are wide here.  They are full of hope and filled with laughter.  This I learned at a family gathering last night.  There were twenty-one Sards, one Italian and one Canadian at this festival which was held a few mountains over from ours.  From the moment we entered the door with our ‘permesso,’ the radiant smiles never stopped.

After making the round of the usual kiss on both cheeks to everyone in attendance we set upon duties for the nightly meal.  Mine consisted of grating five pounds of Continue reading →

My Hood.

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So instead of my usual or not so usual ramblings here on WordPress, I’ve decided to show you around my town.  The name is not important but it’s in Sardegna.  The most beautiful place on the planet.  Enjoy the following pics. Continue reading →

Long Vacay

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Oooo….Ive been on a long holiday with much to much testosterone. Im having a pleasant time however I can’t seem to find the question mark and the hyphens on this newly odd keyboard. Just a quick update here. Spent NYE in Switzerland, then drove to Germany for a night with friends and now we are back in Italy waiting for one more sleep to head back to Sardegna. Thats all for now folks. Thanks for checking in. I’ll be posting more once I’m back on track.

How the Italian Postal System – Blows my Mind.

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Living on an island in Italy has its up and downs.  I’ve lived here for almost three years and every day the ‘system‘ changes, a new law passed, the Prime Minster can buy votes, and maybe the post will arrive domani.  It’s no wonder most of the habitants here are ‘fuori di testa.’  How can anyone possibly trust/rely on a system that is corrupt and changes only for the good will of the already made billionaires. Continue reading →

Horse Eats

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I have eaten the deeps of the Mediterranean and sampled the rich earthy reds grown from my own backyard. The strange sea creatures placed before us at our late, late evening meal are bizarre, stinky and shiny. One dish (locally known as Cannolichi) reminded me of cheese covered rain worms with olive oil and a few herbs. I dared to try it but only a small bite. The crunch and the image in my mind turned my taste buds off and vowed to never eat or see this food again.  One night when browsing the menu I was surprised to find Continue reading →

Town’s People

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The towns municipal police officer is playing street cop and directing two-way traffic on a street built for one. He wears the aviator shades that Tom Cruise sported in his film Top Gun, which two decades later are still all the rage. Continue reading →

Empathy is the same in every language.

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The sirens wailed in the wet mountain air and stopped.  They are close, too close.  I put down my book and surveyed the damp valley below.  But I can’t see them.  The sirens start again.  I see the ambulance turn … Continue reading →

3 Little Birds

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Golden locks upon my floor.
Ice cream prints
on the sliding glass door.
Salt water kisses
is something I wishes,
to bring you back just
for one more.
Bee-sting hand and
scraped up knee
Sweet young smiles
that set me free.
Battle wounds from
the oceans door,
wondering now
how you could take much more.
Young at heart this I see,
can one of you come
 and call on me?
Your shadows gone
floats over sea,
and all your memories
remain with me.