Thursday, March 18, 2010

The three year old bilingual slips

 "Mommy who's fisking?




Is not the first question my daughter has asked me that I haven't understood right away.  The mixing of two languages at home sometimes shows up in daily converstaion (in fact she isn't the only one that does it, I find myself doing the same every so often)

Today's mix up was as usual the conjugation of an Italian verb according to English grammar in the middle of a sentence in English.  Usually this isn't a problem for me since I understand where she is coming from.  However this time she said it in the middle of a whine and paired with my ear infection it took me a few minutes to figure out what on earth my child was saying until I decided to ask her "how does babbo say it?"

 (whistle in Italian is fischiare)


Sunday, March 14, 2010

Ahhh how times have changed

Yesterday evening I went out to dinner with a couple of my dear ex-pat friends to celebrate two of our birthdays.  Of course we are all four from different places originally (USA, NZ, France and Holland) and we always chat in English.  Yes, we all speak Italian very well, but being as it is natural for me and my Kiwi friend to speak English the other two automatically join in.

During dinner I noticed a man sitting at a nearby table who kept turning around to look at us and was continually mentioning to his friends that we weren't Italian.  Of course we are all used to hearing things like this so I didn't mention it to my friends, but as he continued to do it for the entire evening I decided to point it out to them.

We had been talking about how long we had been with each of our husbands and it turned out that three of us have known our hubbies for ten and a half  years (since 1999) and the fourth has acutally been in Italy since then but met her companion only three years ago.   Having all arrived at some point during that particular year we have some similar memories.

My French friend asked if we thought that Italy had changed at all in the past ten years.  Of course pointing out this gentleman that kept turning around brought up the topic of being noticed in Italy.  We all agreed that ten years ago walking down the street we would get the typical "cat calls" that Italy was famous for.  Nowadays you don't hear them like you did before.  It isn't only because we are older (although still all good looking if I do say so myself) but partly because the younger generation (those who were only school children when we arrived) no longer do this type of thing.  You see the boys all grouped together walking around town and groups of girls doing the same and occasionally they get up the courage to approach each other, but you just don't hear a lot (if any) verbal harassing as you would have ten years ago.

I think the creation of the European Union and its recent expansion have also had a large hand in many of the changes we have noticed.  Ten years ago Italy seemed quite individual though part of the European community.  There was still the Italian Lira and laws were still mainly their own.  We all commented on how much prices and costs of living have gone up since the introduction of the Euro in 2002,  they have seemingly doubled (perceived price increases in Holland and France seem to be smaller) and laws introduced by the EU are also very apparent in everyday life.

When we all arrived here helmets weren't required on motorcycles or scooters and therefore NOBODY wore them, seat belts were never worn and those who had cell phones, used them freely while driving.  While Italians are still very aggressive drivers I must say that the helmet law is the most followed law (at least in this part of Italy).  Seat belts are not always worn, and children can still be seen standing up in the back seat of the car while their parents are racing down the road at high speeds, not to mention that blue tooths are still not very popular in Italy, however it isn't the same as it used to be.

The thing that seemed odd to me when I first arrived here was the lack of environmental awareness.  The most apparent was the complete lack of recycling anywhere in Italy.  On my way to Italy I had visited France, Switzerland and Germany and found it possible to recycle even walking down the street or in the train station.  But in Italy no such thing existed!  This to me was really shocking since I had been recycling most of my life.  Curbside recycling started in Seattle in 1986 and Italy still had no apparent interest in it thirteen years later.  In fact we got our first public recycling bins in our small town around 2004, nearly twenty years after it had become common in Seattle.

Immigration is more apparent now too.  With the opening up of the borders to the twenty seven member countries (plus the proximity to Northern Africa and illegal immigration) Italy is seeing an increase in immigration.  Traditionally Italians were the ones to move away to America, Australia or other European countries, but now you can go to Rome, and as my friend mentioned, walk down the streets and be hard pressed to hear a conversation in Italian.  The crucifix has even been removed from all public offices, buildings and schools!  This, in the country  which not only boasts the capital of the Catholic world but also a population of  nearly 80% being Catholic.  Although Italy wasn't a unified country until around 150 years ago it still has a strong sense of what it is to be Italian, and they are now dealing with the "threat" of no longer having a "true" Italy. The country is struggling with how to deal with the new influx of other cultures and has created laws that encourage integration in the schools with a cap of 30%  of foreign kids in a class as one example of how to keep Italy Italian.  Coming from America, the melting pot of the world, immigration is common place, and therefore not a new thing, though it is often in the news there too.  For Italy, however seems to be a fairly new concept, and a bit of a "scary" one for them.

Change will always happen and it is a way to improve and evolve, however sometimes it is difficult to let things go, and maybe somethings shouldn't change, but these are just some of our observations of how change has occurred in Italy in our eyes over the last ten years.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Producing your own food

With the bad economy affecting nearly everyone, us included, I am very grateful that we are able to produce at least a portion of our food. 

Growing up my dad always had a big garden in the back yard and my mom was always in the kitchen canning the fruits and vegetables from his harvests.  She also made lots of breads and other things from scratch.  But eventually when I was older and my mom was working and had four kids to take care of, the garden and canning went by the wayside. 


I never truly realised what a benefit it was to produce your own food until now.  I have even heard about pea patches and local gardens coming back into fashion even in the USA.  A friend of mine in the States is even investing in chickens!  But I suppose having a farm puts us at an even greater advantage.  Not only do we have plenty of tomatoes from the summer harvest to supply us with an unlimited amount of tomoato sauce and frozen tomatoes for the entire year, but we also have onions, potatoes, garlic, canned zucchini, eggplant, beans and green beans.  And that is just from the summer garden!  In the winter my father in-law grows chard and broccoli too.  Living in Italy also means being able to collect porcini mushrooms in the fall and dry them for use later. 

We are also lucky to never have to buy our Extra Virgin Olive oil since we produce our own.  In winter we butcher our pigs which gives us plenty of sausages, salamis, hams and pork chops, and we have an abundant supply of eggs, chicken and rabbit too!  In the Fall we usually butcher a young cow and if needed we can have lamb too, although it isn't one of my favorites.

It really is amazing how much money we can save, but most importantly we know where our food is coming from and how it is produced! 

A day on the farm

 As I have mentioned in other posts, I live in rural Italy and I am married to a farmer.  He has a small sheep and cattle ranch with his brother.  Though I complain about the time he has to commit to his job, there are definitely some plusses to living on a farm.  (We don't actually live there but my in-laws do.) 

The other day the weather was spectacular so I decided since it was my day off I would take my daughter over to "help" her daddy on the farm.  We didn't visit the sheep or cows since they are in a different place due to their need for larger fields, but we were able to visit the smaller animals and she even got to ride the horses.  She was in heaven.


I think she is truly lucky to be growing up in this environment.   She is at ease with the animals and has no fear of them.  She knows where her food comes from and is able to see what it takes to produce it.  If all kids could be so lucky!

Here are just a few photos from the afternoon.

Drying the washing

Growing up in America I only ever saw truly one way of doing the laundry.  (However our neighbors had a large drying rack in their back yard, though they rarely ever used it). You put your clothes in the enormous top load washer and then shoved it all in the dryer.  Of course I grew up in the late 70s to late 90s in the USA.  Now the new trend in the States is the new front load washer and dryer, but back then it was different.  I suppose the only real thing that has changed in the States is where you load your washing, because the machines are still enormous (like most things in the USA) and people still LOVE their driers, I suppose hanging your washing out to dry is a distant memory, if it is even a memory at all.

In Italy of course the weather is much nicer than in Seattle (relatively speaking) and for this driers never really invaded the bel paese.  Not having a drier means that you need to plan your washing.  If you don't have much interior space to dry your washing you have to wait for a sunny day (and you wash like mad to get it all out and drying in the sun!) Otherwise you have to wait or deal with manuvering around washing racks inside.

Now as I noted in my earlier post we are in March and that means "Marzo mattarello".  You can wake up to beautiful sunny weather and get lots of washing out on the line to dry then head out to work or to simply get the shopping and by the time you get home the washing is soaking wet because a thunder storm has rolled in in the meantime! (My mother-in-law gave me some good advice, in March never leave your washing outside if you go out, "you know how it is in March!" was what she said)

Now getting the washing done usually means spending the whole morning loading the washer, why you ask. the other main difference between the USA and Italy is that the washers are smaller.  I believe our washer is a 5 liter washer (a little over a gallon).  I noticed just how much bigger they are in the States when I was home for the summer visiting my parents.  I would have what I considered "a load of washing" and put it in my mom's cavernous Maytag front loading washer and still have room for about three more "loads"!  I had to completely change my washing routine.  I really only needed to do the washing once a week for me and my daughter.  This was a bit difficult for me since I am used to doing multiple loads every week.  My mother even made a comment saying that I was obsessed with doing the washing, but the truth is that I just have different habits due to my washing machine's capacity!

Despite the drawbacks of having a small washer and no dryer, I am happy to say that we are not wasting energy by using a dryer.  I have become accustomed to my new washing routine, and I don't really mind it.  Most of the time in the States I line dry my things despite the presence of a dryer just because that is what I am used to now.  Although I try to resist becoming "Italianized" some things just become part of who you are, and I guess in this case I am happy that I have changed.

Marzo Mattarello

My husband always knows what the weather forecast is.  He has to have some idea since he is outside working and his livelihood depends on the weather.  If it rains too much profits drop and if there is too much mud, work becomes more difficult.  This year of course has been the wettest winter in the past 30 years in Italy.  I hadn't really noticed a difference from the past 10 years that I've been here (except of course last winter when it didn't rain at all).  But that is what the statistics are saying, and if you look at all of the damage that the rain has caused in the south of Italy I suppose it is actually quite obvious.

A few days ago (maybe it was March 1st or 2nd)  I woke up to the sun, which is always a nice thing, it always boosts my spirits.  And upon checking the outside temp, I was also quite pleased to feel that it was really warm.  In fact I wore one of my spring cardigans and a t-shirt with only a light jacket and was plenty warm all day.  However the next day I awoke to rain and much cooler temperatures.  I guess that is what they mean here when they say 'ah e' Marzo mattarello" meaning Crazy March.  And would you believe it if I said that snow is in the forecast for the weekend!?  Well, it wouldn't be the first time I've seen snow in Italy in March (or even in April for that matter), but this weather truly is Crazy!