Life in Italy...Naples...NOT....Latina

A funny account of life in Italy courtsey of Jonnie W via www.BritanniainItalia.com 


Bear in mind this is about Naples NOT Latina where we are:


An irreverent guide to living and getting about in Naples/Campania

Firstly, Don’t Panic.  For all the horror stories you hear the amount of RTAs are actually very small and most are just minor bumps and grazes.  Although drivers wave their arms around you will find that they are probably just having an argument with their mobile phone/passenger/radio and there is no real reason to be worried.  Since road rage does not exist, and although I would describe the driving as forceful at times, if someone does wave a fist at you just smile and the moment will pass in a second and they will not even be bothered with you after that.  And yes it is a bit like ‘The Italian Job’ at times.

A word about Italian Insurance.  All vehicles must have a Bollo.  This is the minimum requirement set by the State but is 3rd party only.  Drivers can purchase additional insurance but, hey, why bother if your car is a pile of junk.  Having said that, and noting that Italians love cars, there is actually no equivalent of an MOT.  There is only a safety check whereby if the car can drive to the testing centre (but not necessarily stop) and that it has a warning triangle and Hi-Viz surcoat it will pass.  You will see that many cars carry battle damage – dented bumpers and wing mirrors hanging off that sort of thing –which gives you an idea about the general state of repair and the fact that Italians do not regard what is behind them as important.  I shall now explain why.

Orders of precedence.  If a car flashes it’s lights it wants to come through.  It is NOT giving way or letting you out.  Often they will do this as a matter of course irrespective of the hulking great lorry in front of you (which they can see).  Just wave (and smile to yourself to stay sane) that you have acknowledged them and carry on and then let him pass when it is safe to do so.  Many people drive with their lights on as a matter of course as it also means that if someone does look behind them they might actually see you.  Cars will try and squeeze around you but do not be alarmed.  Horns are generic.  They mean anything from get a move on as the lights have changed, I’m coming through, sorry I was lighting a cigarette whilst steering with my knees and knocked it accidentally, hello mate, hello pretty girlie, open the security gates on the house, hey look it still works and probably another million and one meanings I haven’t discovered yet.  Expect tailgating as it’s normal practice so don’t get even worry about getting stressed about it.

Lane discipline.  You will find 5 lanes of traffic on a 2 lane road in slow moving traffic or a jam.  How does this work?  If a car has it’s nose in front of yours, it has ‘right of way’ and may just pull in if the driver thinks there is space even if that means inching in and blocking the rest of the road.  Just be patient and it will sort itself out as it usually does.  However if you hit him, it will be mostly regarded as your fault as you where behind him and you should have seen him as he was in front of you.  Therefore watch out for cars pulling out from side streets as the presumption will be that he is not a fault as he is in front of you and you should have seen him.  But if they see you hesitate they will go for the gap.  That then is the reason why drivers do not really bother about what is behind them and why they don’t worry about little things like wing mirrors.

Since slip roads are generally very short and end with a give way sign; you will often also find cars either stopped or driving down the hard shoulder before/after trying to merge.  Approach the end of slip roads with care.  This is why Italian drivers will also tend to lurk in the middle lane and regard the outside lane as simply a joining/leaving lane.  Be prepared to slow down when someone pulls out or just drift across the white line to give them room.  But watch out for the Alfa behind you doing 150 kph and flashing its lights....

Traffic lights.  Generally adhered to now in Naples due to the nasty red light activated cameras - although sometimes they are treated as guidance only – typically during rush hour.

Precedence continued:  Blame. Is as follows:  Least likely to be blamed is the family on the moped, then the moped and motorbike.  Small cars, then large and finally trucks.  Always at the bottom is foreign or big expensive vehicles as Italy is effectively a socialist state which believes in wealth redistribution downwards; if you can afford a Merc it means you can pay for the repairs.  I think Ken Livingstone would fit in well here.  However, converse to everything I have said above, when all is said and done, might is right if you are in an ancient truck then exact opposite of the blame hierarchy will apply and that will be proportionate to how much space people will give you.

The Police.  Three varieties.  Firstly, the Carabinieri.  They are the top dogs.  If they stop you and fine you just pay it, but get a receipt.  They drive the dark blue cars and have the very Gucci uniforms and sunglasses.  Next come the local (town) police, the polizia municipale.  These guys wander round in light blue cars with a white stripe.  If they stop you they are probably on the fiddle but again ask for a receipt before paying.  If you have an accident make sure you get the other guy’s Bollo number, name, type and colour of their car and they will expect the same from you; at least get the licence plate number.  If you break down, out with the warning triangle and on with the fluorescent surcoat and wait for the police.  Lastly are the financial police – Guardia di Finanzia.  Oh yes – I said this was a socialist state and as everyone is assumed to be on some form of tax fiddle this lot can stop you in the street and demand to see the receipt for what you have just bought or see what have in your shopping bag.  The reason is that a receipt means that it has been put through the till and therefore the tax has been paid on the item by the shop owner and that you haven’t stolen it.

Blue flashing lights and sirens.  If you can move out the way do so, but be aware that they are probably just going for a espresso somewhere or are bored sitting at the traffic lights so most people don’t seem to bother.  If it’s only the local police, nobody really bothers at all and you often end up passing them again just up the road as they wait to go through the pay tolls on the Tange (with the blues and twos still on).  But, if it’s the Carabinieri and one of them is hanging out of the window waving his nightstick then get out of the way sharpish.  Also, and this is sacrosanct, as ambulances can be few and far between and generally only attend when directed by the police or when there is a serious medical case, you can turn your car into an ambulance.  Lights on (of course!), horn blaring and a white handkerchief waving out of the window.  This has an effect like the parting of the Red Sea and traffic will melt out of the way although it will then tuck in behind and attempt to follow the car/ambulance to get through the traffic quicker.  This routine is respected by ALL and NEVER abused.  Also, if you do not get out of the way, you may well find your registration number taken and reported to the police.

Personal security.  Naples and her environs is a very poor area.  Shunned by the North and if the North had its way it would cut off Italy below Milan as a useless non productive area that is a drain on the national economy.  The North (what was once the very rich and powerful principalities from Genoa to Venice) has now accepted that Rome is the political centre and a profitable tourist trap to boot has now drawn the dividing line just below it.  What this means is that there is high unemployment and hence higher crime rates than elsewhere.  Most southern Italians have never been outside of their own city – why should they – as their whole family has and will continue to live there (see road signs below).  Most crimes are crimes of stupidity ie carelessness or opportunity.  Heed the advice of not leaving anything in the car (they will probably break in just to see what it is), drive around with your doors and boot locked.  Do not, under any circumstances, stop and get out of your car (unless directed by the police).  If someone signals for help with an injured dog in the road, signals there is something wrong with your or their car and that you should stop just don’t or you could find yourself standing on the roadside watching your car being driven away.  Crimes against women are rare and never against children.  Violent crime is reserved for the camorra families and generally doesn’t touch the rest of us.

Road Signs and Maps.  If you have lived in one place all your life, you know where you are going and therefore don’t need road signs.  The only people who need road signs are those who don’t know where they are going and hence don’t live there.  So why waste money on these outsiders.  Road signs are few and far between off the main routes or very contradictory when present.  Maps are also vague.  A lot of the local building is non approved (like my house and street) and therefore they don’t appear on printed maps.  Also what appears to be a road but actually ends up having a series of Parco gates across it rendering it impassable is somewhat annoying.  With a bit of planning though it’s not that hard to navigate by main landmarks.  A compass in the car can be source of comfort in times of need.

Parking.  Can be fun as Italians park everywhere and anywhere.  Usually pulling in without signalling (they do everything without signalling and if you indicate to pull out it is mostly assumed you’ve forgotten to cancel the indicator in the first place so beware).  White parking bays – free and unrestricted.  Blue – reserved or pay.  Yellow is like UK do not park areas but also seems to apply disabled so it is a bit contradictory but my advice would be to avoid them.   Most free parking is for uno or due ore only.  This is indicated by the time disk on display on your dash board so if you are in a hire car check that it has one.  If not, they are available from most tabacchi (tobacconists).  Otherwise just write the time of you arrival on a piece of paper and stick that on the dashboard.  White cap parking where you slip a Euro or 2?  Good piece of mind.  And yes, I’ve seen people parked down the central reservation of a dual carriageway…

Finally – some top tips.

The Neapolitans like the Brits but think the Americans to be rude and brash however they cannot tell the difference between accents.  So ‘sono Inglese’ (I am British) works wonders and people mostly become all smiles and want to help.

Walk around in pairs.  Any single person (males or female and even women pushing push chairs) will often be assumed to be a person of negotiable affection (PNAs)  and will be asked ‘how much?’.  Do not take offence as this not an indication that they are being rude.  Equally a stranger approaching a single female who is not a PNA to, say, ask for directions or ask for a light for a cigarette may well get a robust refusal or be completely ignored.  Again do not take offence.  You will no doubt see many PNAs of African and increasingly East European descent along the roadsides in some areas.   They are mostly recognisable by their bright plumage or sunshades in the summer.  Either that or they are waiting for their uncle to come along.

The motorway police (polizia strada) do have speed guns but mostly they have been seen pulling over the very very fast drivers.  On that note, speeds motorways range from 30kph to 180kph so just be aware that there is also some very slow moving traffic out there.

Petrol stations.  Generally all of a similar price (all within a cent or 2) but that they come in 2 forms.  Self service and those with a little man who will do it for you but this will generally cost a couple of cents more a Lt.  It is also customary to slip him a euro or 2 for his trouble of filling your car at a higher price than you could have done it yourself if you had gone to the other pump.  However most petrol station attendants have spent at least a year at college learning about cars so in reality you are tipping their experience and knowledge.  Most (all major) garages now take credit cards but be aware that poverty brings low income and low income brings a cash based society that avoids banks (and hence tax – see Police above).  Be prepared to find that many shops/restaurants etc will only accept cash.  If in doubt ask to prevent embarrassment especially if you are off the main roads.

Street side vendors and windscreen washers at traffic lights.  Switch on your wipers to make them go away or give a firm ‘non’.  If you do want a windscreen wash don’t get scammed like us by the little urchins (who couldn’t reach the top of the LandRover windscreen anyway).  They asked for a couple of euros but dropped a coin into the car as we handed over them over.  Asking for another Euro, which we foolishly gave, we later found that they only dropped a couple of cents or a washer.  Hey it’s only pennies we’re talking about here though.  Also, watch your back doors or items easily reached through on open window when stationary as well.  Just keep it out of sight and/or locked.

In summary – this looks like a lot of info and some of it sounds grim but it is offered as good advice and a small cultural snapshot of southern Italy. Whilst Naples is a bit of a law unto herself the principles also hold elsewhere as well.  Relax, don’t get stressed and just remember this is all common sense and it also happens in any big town anywhere in the world.  It’s just hotter out here and your tempers might get a bit frayed.  So stay cool!

Giardino do Ninfa

Another beautiful place in Italy! I am not a garden person but this place was worth an afternoon to wander around. It was almost like a mystical place, I am hoping to have some family photos taken here! We spent about 2 hours and took more pictures than we did at the Colosseum! Here is a little history of the place:

The beautiful Gardens of Ninfa (Giardini di Ninfa) are located in the Lazio region of Italy, about 40 miles south-east of Rome. Known mostly to garden enthusiasts, Ninfa and its unique setting are still a fairly well-kept secret. Getting to Ninfa is a challenge, but the garden is worth the effort.
Ninfa was a substantial town going back to the times of the Romans. However, during the Middle Ages the town was squabbled over, sacked, beset by malaria and eventually Ninfa was abandoned to the elements. A neglected part of the estate of the aristocratic Caetani family, Ninfa was left to slumber until the twentieth century when descendents transformed the town's ruins into a botanical garden. The last owner, Lelia Caetani, left the garden to a foundation who now run the site in conjunction with the WWF.
Now plants wind over ruined towers and walls, rejoicing in the lush damp conditions. The setting is indescribably atmospheric, with roses scrambling for footholds in ruined archways, and the frescoed church wall still standing open to the weather. Roses, banana trees, maples and resident ducks thrive in the microclimate of Ninfa. The dampness of the location, under the hills facing the coastal plain, leads to an unusual mixture of species.

Here is a link to see the photos:

http://s511.photobucket.com/albums/s358/hwiggins_2008/Gardens%20of%20Ninfa/

I have to appologise for the blue tinge in all the pictures, we discovered our camera batteries were dead about 5 minutes after starting our exploration so these were taken on my cell phone! I now have a backup set of batteries in my camera case! This is another place that is a must see if a trip to Italy is ever an option.

The Colosseum!!!!

Amazing in a word! R and I have been wanting to go see this major piece of history since before we moved here. Unfortunately with settling in, a new baby arriving and some personal grievances we never had the chance until last month. It was a beautiful spring day and we had nothing else we "needed" to get done so we got the kids ready and hopped into the car and set off, 45 minutes later we were facing the Colosseum! What an incredible building, it was much larger than I expected it to be...unlike when we went to see Stonehenge, I had this image in my head of a fabulous structure in the middle of an open field, I thought it was going to be an amazing site, I was so wrong It was interesting to see don't get me wrong but, it was nothing like I envisioned it to be, it was actually right off the motorway and much smaller than depicted!....anyway back to the Colosseum! We knew we were getting close, but I didn't expect to see it sitting amongst new and old. Here was this architectural wonder sitting in the center of a busy city street, people carrying on with their normal everyday lives. There were ancient ruins surrounded by new homes, office buildings etc but nothing looked out of place, it was like it all fit together! I have to include a link to the photos just so you can see what I mean.

 http://s511.photobucket.com/albums/s358/hwiggins_2008/ROME/

 There you go, go on have a look, it is worth it! I am finding it difficult to actually put into words what the Colosseum is like, It is truly a wonder, a beautiful structure, it is shame what went on inside when it was used as an arena but this does not take away from the historical side of the building itself or the fact that it was beautifully crafted over many years! Such care was taken on every detail right down to the marble floors and seats crafted from single pieces of marble with family names etched into them. We were in awe of such a site to say  the very least! If  you every get the chance to come to Rome this is one place that is a must see! On to the Vatican next......

Haven't been around for awhile!

I didn't realise I hadn't been here for so long, until a friend of mine suggested I update our blog. So here I am wondering what one of the many things I can talk about today. There is the couch exchange drama, the traffic accident we saw just the other day, the sheep herder with his flock right in the middle of the street, or the pizzaria just around the corner. Hmm...I really need to come back more often because I have so many stories I could share tumbling around in my head!

A few months ago I was taking H to school and when I turned onto the street the school is on there was a small traffic diversion in the form of about 50 fluffy sheep and their babies! Of course thier "human" herder was along side with his long walking stick and his trusty sheep dog at his heals. Not the usual Monday morning event for me to say the least! I had never seen sheep in the middle of a busy city street, where R is from it's normal to have to stop and wait while one or two cross the road but not what you would expect to see here. Everyday is a school day I suppose! So I waited patiently for the sheep to go to their new grazing spot and got H to school....only 15 minutes late! It was actually an amusing sight and I hadn't seen it again until just yesterday, this time on the street we live on and less the "human" herder. R was driving and we rounded the corner only to find sheep causing mayhem in the road. Cars were everywhere trying to avoid hitting them or their babies and there was very nearly an accident or two. Now I found this time around to be pretty strange as it was the sheep dog taking to them to a new grazing spot and no human was in sight. R said it was the dog revolting and he was moving the sheep to make his owner mad! The most strange sight of all of this was when a van stopped at the side of the road and the sheepdog actually ran over and barked at it as if he was telling "it" to move on...ya know protecting his pack and all that? I guess they got to where they were supposed to be going, I do wonder if the farmer figured out where that was though?

Just another fast one while I am here about the pizzaria around the corner. There are pizza shops everywhere and some are better than others but the real deal Italian pizza is nothing even remotely like what you get in the US or UK, even if it claims to be Italian. For a start, they are rectangular not round and they don't have tons of toppings crammed on. The pizza is made fresh and I mean fresh right from scratch and then they are cooked in a wood burning stove. You walk into the pizza shop and there on the counter is a selection of at least 5 pizzas with crowds of people waiting to buy a slice or 3. It is a constant pizza making process, as soon as one is out of the oven it's gone and another is put in. They all have a cheese and tomato base but no more than one or two types of topping. This can be anything from salame, ham, tomato, and even potato...yes potato, sounds strange but it is really good! Oh, and we have even seen sliced hotdogs with potato on a pizza...that is a little weird for me I have to admit. The slices are huge, sometimes it takes both hands to hold it and eat! There is also a big selection of freshly made calzones, and other side accompaniments like a potato croqeuttes stuffed with mozzarella...mmm, really yummy! We went bowling last night and decided to stop off at our local on the way home. R went in but there were no pizza's on the counter as it was close to closing time, so the guy asked what we wanted. He whipped us up a pizza in 5 minutes flat! It was a huge pizza, part of it had potato, part with spicy salame and the rest with ham. He sliced it up and gave R only what he asked for, 5 slices... and there was still half a pizza left! I am really going to miss "real" pizza when we have to leave Italy, I know we won't have any like it again and it will be hard to go back to the way we used to eating pizza.

Italian drivers

When we first arrived in Italy I was too pregnant to fit comfortably behind the steering wheel so I sat in the passenger seat digging my nails into the dashboard or pressing an imaginary brake and cringing as R drove. Not because of R's driving but because of the other people on the road. It didn't take long to get used to the way things were and I didn't pay much mind until I got behind the wheel myself. I am posting this now because of something I saw this morning while taking H to school...but I will get to that later. You actually have to have eyes on both sides of your head as well as the back to see all that is going on around you! I have driven for over 20 years now(not telling my age here am I?) most of that while living in a big city but I have never seen things like I have here. People actually drive along on their motorcycles and mopeds with children in their lap, no helmets (if they have one on it isn't fastened..some help that would be) and many actually text while driving down a busy street. Then there are the kids in cars most times jumping in the back seat, sometimes the front or occasionally standing on the hump between the seats, I am talking all ages of children here-from newborn(on the parents lap) and up. The kids are bouncing all over the car, climbing from front to the back, hanging out the windows or sitting on mom and dads lap in the front. It astonishes me that a nation of people that love children so much don't do more to make sure their kids are safe in the car!! And the most hypocritical thing is the driver has their seatbelt on but don't bother to buckle up junior! What amazes me even more is that the police look at them and drive right by like it's ok!

Another thing is sitting at a traffic light, if you are sitting at a light that is supposed to be two lanes you all of sudden find yourself in the middle of four. You can't take for granted that just because the light has changed to green for you it is safe to go because often times at least five other cars keep going through the light that has turned red for them. The round abouts are a whole different matter all together, it depends on which "era" you are from as to what "rules" apply when entering one. Years ago you were to stop in the middle of the round about to give way to cars entering where now you give way to the traffic actually on the round about (same as UK) but some of the old timers must not have got that memo because everybody does their own thing.
Now for why I am posting this,the school H goes to is only a mile down the road but it can take me well over 20 minutes to get her there in the morning because of traffic. It's not your ordinary run of the mill traffic but the "way I feel like driving today" sort of traffic. It's a two lane road with each lane moving in opposite directions with a four way traffic light at the intersection. At the end of the road is another small school, a cafe and some type of clothing shop(more like tat than anything else) the school and cafe are always busy so there are cars coming and going pretty frequently.Most times I sit through 5 flipping lights and usually catch another one as it's turning red so sit through a 6th. It's because the cars leaving the cafe shove their way into the lane moving towards the light so when it does turn green you are left waiting for these people to merge into the lane. This morning I saw a first, there was a woman trying to turn right but no one would let her in so she backs her car up and proceeds to drive down the sidewalk! Two tires on the road and two on the sidewalk, she nearly hit a few people and almost whacked into a street sign. She did eventually get in but couldn't she just wait a few minutes like everyone else?
It is madness on the road here, you have to watch for motorcyclists and bicyclists, weaving in and out of traffic and pedestrians just strolling out in front of the car, you have to look out for other cars, truck, lorries around you behind you and in front of you and of course those trying to pull out from a side street. It's a wonder we haven't...no wait... I won't put a jinx on anything by saying it out loud but I am sure you get the idea. Thank goodness I was taught to be a defensive driver by my Dad! I am glad to say I am not a nervous driver I have never been, I don't know how I would cope if I were. Gotta go get my extra eyes on because I am about to go for a drive!

Kilowatt

Now there is a word I never thought would be in my (almost) daily vocabulary! It wasn't until winter hit us that it even entered my mouth! I had to look up the definition just so I could post it and tell you my story about the kilowatt..so straight from Wikipedia-

Kilowatt

The kilowatt (symbol: kW), equal to one thousand watts, is typically used to state the power output of engines and the power consumption of tools and machines. A kilowatt is approximately equivalent to 1.34 horsepower. An electric heater with one heating element might use 1 kilowatt.

Right so apparently houses in the UK are set up for at minimum of 12 kilowatts which means you can run pretty much everything in your house all a the same time if you so desired. Not that anybody would but you can. So in Italy the houses are set up for either 3 or 6 kilowatts which means you can only run one major appliance at a time. Thank goodness we have 6 kilowatts because I think I would have killed someone by now if we only had 3! A little explaining about how our nightly routine usually goes would probably explain why I am writing this. So during the day I have one light on and the TV and probably something of electric origins for our daughter and at the moment a two bar electric heater because we have no heating in the house...but that's another story...so if I decide I want a cuppa I have to turn the heater off so I can boil the kettle or I can only wash a load of clothes but not dry a load at the same time because doing this makes the power trips out. (Laundry takes ages needless to say) Well the evening is so much more fun because at night you are obviously running more things at once. With trying to cook dinner, give the kids a bath, etc we end up having to reset the power at least 5 times EVERY night! It is driving me insane at this point! At least I know it's not like this during the summer.

Our baby boy

Our new baby boy joined the family on 29 September! He had to be delivered via cesarian a week early but was a healthy 8lbs 6oz and came out showing what great lungs he has! He has been a great baby so far! He only fuses when he is hungry and we have been lucky enough to be getting our sleep at night.(touch wood!!!) There have admittedly been a couple of rough nights but only a few! His big sister helps as much as she can..or we allow her too...and seems to enjoy having him here. She does have her jealous moments though. I put a couple of photos on the blog but will add some more to our link at the right when I get the chance, I don't get much time near the computer these days!

Always carry a crisp.....

20 Euro note with you in the car! We found out the hard way that if you need fuel after 8 o clock in the evening you are basically up the creek. All the petrol stations close by 8 ,which we knew but we wrongly assumed we could use a bank card or credit card at the pumps. Oh but that would be too easy!

So here we are traveling back from Naples with a new born and a three year old, it's around half eight at night, and we need fuel but are nearly home. Hubby decides to stop to put a few Euros in just in case...our truck is 14 years old so R doesn't really trust the fuel gauge...so we pull into the first station we come to and there is this little box in between the pumps that takes cash or cards. All you do is enter the amount you want to put in the tank and which pump you are using. That's perfect we'll throw 20 in to get us by until we can fill up right...WRONG! The machine won't take the card, not as in it was rejected, it wouldn't actually go into the card slot. We had no cash on us except for coins which the machine doesn't take. Great so now what?? We drive down the road about 5 more Km and it's the same thing with this petrol station as the last one. So I think I remember an ATM at the last place we were so R turns around and heads back finds the ATM and comes back with a 20 euro note...that the machine won't take because it is wrinkled! All this has taken about 20 minutes and I could just scream now!! My 2 week old son is in the back fussing with hunger and my 3 year old is bored and tired...just wonderful. R tries several times to get the note to go into the machine with no luck then gets help from a man who pulled in to fill up too. He stank of alcohol and speech was slurred so it was a bit hard trying to talk to him in what little Italian we know and understand but after a few minutes of trying to straighten out the note the machine finally took it. So after a 30 minute fiasco to get fuel we can finally go home to sit and relax! So always carry a crisp note in your car, purse or wallet...we do now!

So at the meat counter...

We found a small grocery store less than a mile away from the house that we really like. The people that work there are very very friendly and remember you when you walk in which is actually really nice. Now shopping took some getting used to here... a perfect example would be picking fresh veg and fruit. You have to put on a pair of plastic gloves before you touch any produce..it's considered rude and unhygienic not to...you then pick what you want, note the number on the sign and weigh it, then a little sticker is printed out for scanning at the checkout or at the store we frequent there is someone to weigh and tag it for you all you do is hand them the bag/s.

Anyway,the meat counter is situated smack in the middle of the store so most times we go in the butcher talks to our daughter (Italians adore children) when we walk past him or slices off some meat and brings it to us where ever we are in the store so we can try it. He literally walks up with a single slice of something and hands it to us to try...I swear he sees us coming in the door because we can be in the milk isle and he will be there bearing meat before we can blink! The meat counter is actually pretty amazing, I have never seen one like it, all the fresh meat, smoked meat, deli meat etc you could possibly want. We have always passed by and looked but never bought anything...So the last time we went in the butcher comes up to us with a small piece of pork and hands it to me to try...it was REALLY good so R and I decide to go over to get some to take home, we tell him how much we want, he weighs it out then puts a little extra in before wrapping it up...cool thanks!...Then he starts slicing off various pieces of meat and handing them to us to try...we weren't even asking but he was obviously trying to get us to buy more... I tried a couple of things until it got to where I wasn't sure what it was he was cutting off, then I point to the fresh sausages and say to R those look good do you want some for breakfast in the morning? (I think he was getting tired of trying things at this point..judging by the look on his face) The butcher then actually pinches off a piece of the RAW sausage meat and hands it to R to try..pointing to me saying I couldn't taste it because I am pregnant...I must admit it took everything I had not to show my repulsion and R kindly declined to taste it at which point the butcher put it into his mouth and eats it..exclaiming at how delicious it was!! I was actually shocked by this, I mean I was always told never NEVER eat uncooked meat due to the bacteria and whatnot, and if I can't have it due to being pregnant that should tell you something..right?? I think that was it for us at that point so with the end of our tasting adventures over we thanked the man for allowing us to try so many different things and went off giggling in disbelief over the whole thing...I suppose this is another cultural difference we are simply not used to since it's not something you "do" in the US or UK.

Just an update really

Wow! I hadn't realized I had not posted here for awhile! Not much interesting has happened I'm afraid. We did discover that the whole place shuts down on bank holidays though.R got a Friday off from work a couple of weeks ago because it was an Italian bank holiday so we thought we would take another trip up to IKEA. We get there and the parking lot is empty with the exception of a few cars...nice one, it's quiet today!! Well guess what..it was closed! Yeah so it was REALLY quiet.. So we drive all the way back home and discover that everything else is shut too! I actually felt like we were in that movie 28 days later...you know the part when the guy walks out of the hospital and there is no one to be found but rubbish blowing across the road...yeah well that was us that day! NOTHING was open,I couldn't believe it! We found out later it was the The Assumption of the Blessed Virgin that day so living in a predominantly Catholic country may have something to do with the whole town closing? Oh well live and learn yet again:)

Beyond that we are still enjoying ourselves here, the weather is still nice and fairly hot. It's still in the 30's anyway and still haven't seen much rain. We have also been busy getting ready for our new bundle. He will make his appearance on the 29th via cesarean and I can tell you I am more than ready for this to be over now! I have so many more aches and pains this time around so I am just plain miserable! "20 days and counting!! I just hope he doesn't decide to make an earlier debut since we live so far from the hospital! That's it for now I guess...like I said not much interesting this time. Take care until the next post:)