tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81427906551159166672024-03-06T09:25:55.977+01:00i would rather be knittingThe life and times of a displaced 'southern' American living and working overseas.. who sometimes finds time to knit.
I started my blog while living in Korea, then I moved to Germany, and I just moved to northern Italy (November 2012). I am: iwouldratherknit on ravelryiwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.comBlogger518125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-20144243962378230732017-08-20T16:04:00.000+02:002017-08-20T16:06:49.618+02:00Cats, more like people than I'd like to admit... <br />
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Cats are just like children sometimes…<br />
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This was a toy that my cats loved to play with when they were younger and much smaller. It had been on the sun porch aka 'kitty quarters' un played with for a year.<br />
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I removed it from the kitty quarters and I set it on the living room rug near the door, to remind me to give it to my neighbor's cat.<br />
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My neighbor had adopted the petite, now one year old, black, sweet, stray that had come into my yard in March. I had taken the, what appeared to be a 4-5 month old, kitten to the vet to see if it had a 'chip' so that I could see if I could find her owner. Even the vet thought that she was only 4-5 months old- based on size.<br />
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Imagine, our surprise to find out that her teeth said that she was 8 months old at the time and pregnant. I paid for her spay and vaccines so that I could have a better chance of finding her a new home. Other methods to find her owner had not worked out.<br />
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I'm happy to say that my neighbor adopted her and she has proven me to be right- that she is indeed a sweet, smart kitty. <br />
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I thought that she would like to play with the unused toy. (she does)<br />
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Well, as soon as I put, the unused toy, in the living room, in a different place, from where it had been ignored for over a year… both of my cats came over to play on with it.<br />
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However, Henry got nostalgic and he also seemed so sad, when he sat on it like he used to do and he realized that he was NOW TOO BIG to make the ball go around ‘WHILE’ sitting on it like he used to when he was smaller.<br />
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I guess that cats can sometimes be just like children, when you get their old toys out, to give them away, suddenly they want to play with the outgrown toys again.<br />
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-47327504878654154352017-08-18T22:14:00.000+02:002017-08-18T22:14:30.525+02:00Snazzy Sportscar that I saw one day...
I found this car in a restaurant parking lot, when I lived in Northern Italy.<br />
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Interesting car and I wondered how it managed to drive in Italy without causing<br />
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-58689560668919778002017-08-15T18:01:00.001+02:002017-08-15T18:01:39.130+02:00Inside my apartment in Seoul, South Korea
I bought this desk/chair set right before I moved from Seoul to Germany in 2008. <br />
It is an antique. (Click on the photos for larger images.)<br />
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When you push the chair in... it just looks like a small table. I also like the little drawers on the back-- the 3 small bottom ones which are under the seat when you are sitting down. They are very long drawers too. Clever use of space.<br />
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I bought some furniture when I was in Korea- but, I bought things that can go along with other furniture from other locations where I had lived too. This is actually an old hand painted buffet that I bought in Korea. Sometimes, it has been in a living room, but most of the time it is my bedroom dresser. <br />
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The top 4 drawers, of this buffet, holds socks, underwear, scarves, and the bottom doors hold folded sweaters/etc. There is a shelf in the middle to help the folded items stay folded better- instead of one big pile of folded things that falls over as soon as you remove one item.<br />
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I gave that tv away to someone when I finally moved. But, it came in handy for watching DVDs and VHS tapes of American TV shows. I would often tape American TV shows on VHS tapes in the summer and play them while I was overseas. Almost all the time, I did not have access to any English speaking tv shows while I was overseas. So, I purchased a lot of DVDS of old American TV shows and movies.<br />
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I have donated many to the base libraries when I would move to a new location. <br />
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Spring time. Fresh flowers from the flower market found across the Han River. And, some Celedon vases.<br />
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The living room in this apartment was small. However, I loved the floor to ceiling windows and the view of the Han River. The blue couch and chair are military issued loaner furniture. The antique trunk, used as a coffee table here (a little too tall for that use though) is now on the sun porch with a huge dog bed on it-- which my 2 cats use for snoozing. </div>
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The wicker couch, was purchased in the Philippines and it has a wrought iron base. This is also now on the sun porch... aka, kitty quarters. You can also some one of the orchids that I also bought at the flower market. I always had a variety of blooming orchids there, they were so inexpensive there, and so many choices to select from. The abundance of light was really good for them. </div>
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The antique wardrobe, with the mirror on it-- was bought at my first location: The Philippines. I still have it and it is now in the office.</div>
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See the glass area behind the blue chair? That is an enclosed balcony area off the living room. They were about 10 feet deep and the width of the room. Each bedroom had one of these and there was another one off the kitchen that I used as a laundry room. </div>
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<br />A view down the hallway, (an earlier post shows this area, empty, before I moved in) and the hallway was so wide that you could place furniture along the walls without affecting the flow of traffic or making the hallway seem too narrow. The desk was hand made in the Philippines, and it is now in my bedroom. *Most of the time, it spent its life in storage. The doorway that you see leads to the master bedroom.<br />
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Another antique wardrobe (a free standing closet) from the Philippines.<br />
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The floors in this apartment were out of bamboo and the entire apartment had heated floors. Since, I was on the 7th floor, I didn't even have to turn the heat on, until it got really cold, because the heat from the other apartments, below my apartment, made it warm enough.<br />
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Various odds and ends of things. The art work in this photo and the one above it are of Gaeta, Italy.<br />
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I love this little desk, it has cubby holes and little doors that open to stash cards, postcards, etc. <br />
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A flowering tree on base. I always called these TULIP TREES. Well, because, they looked like giant tulip flowers. <br />
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Some silk fabrics that I bought in the fabric building in Seoul. This building was 5 stories tall and consisted of 2 connecting buildings. The inside was so large that you COULD NOT see the walls. So much to see. So much to buy. I loved this place. I also purchased nice wool fabrics and had coats made for me by a tailor. These things were very reasonably priced there. A better cost to get a great coat custom made... than, a purchased coat in America.<br />
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So, once you lived in Korea... you usually got a coat made and certainly at least left with a leather coat. <br />
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-66647911210152476512017-08-12T20:22:00.001+02:002017-08-12T20:23:57.841+02:00Lunar eclipse in ItalyThese photos were taken with my 35mm camera, while I was standing on my front porch, in the tiny town/village that I lived in Italy.<br />
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It lasted quite awhile and I think that you can at least 'see' that something is happening? The shape of the moon does change and you can see a shadow along the sides. <br />
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With the upcoming Solar Eclipse event that will be happening on August 21 in America, it reminded me of the time that I saw a solar eclipse when I was living in Italy the first time that I lived there in 1997-2000.<br />
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I was with a friend visiting/shopping in Venice, Italy for the day. I had totally forgotten about the upcoming solar eclipse, but I noticed that crowds had started gathering in the open piazza areas. Many people were simply wearing sunglasses or nothing at all...<br />
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I quickly started making us each a 'pin' camera, using my knitting needles that I almost always have with me, so that we could watch the eclipse safely on a piece of paper... then, I noticed a water puddle on the ground. So, I told my friend to turn away from the sun, and we watched the entire eclipse in a water puddle. It was amazing to see it that way.<br />
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It did get twilight, the street lights came on, and the temperatures dropped. It was also pretty cool to be able to watch a solar eclipse while in Venice, Italy too.<br />
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This tradition started hundreds of years ago and you'll still see mention of it or illustrations in old story books and in art work from the past.<br />
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It was a way to bring other items for sale to the smaller towns and also for the farmers and other handicrafters to be able to sell what they had made.<br />
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For me? It was a way to get the very freshest fruits and vegetables to eat.<br />
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This particular market was on the road between where I lived and the US Army Post where I worked. It was only about a mile from my rental house. This particular day was a rainy day.<br />
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There will be several people selling fruits and vegetables and often they do not have the same thing-- and sometimes the crowd will be very thick in front of a particular seller's space and that always made me stop and look to see what "I" might also need to notice that they were selling.<br />
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You can also buy fresh flowers at a very reasonable price. <br />I would often do this in the spring time and buy some tulips.</div>
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The people selling fish and/ or meat had special enclosed cases<br />
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In my little town, of Lerino, every Friday night there was the <br />
'very nice fish man' that was selling a large variety of already prepared <br />
fish dishes. I often bought food from him. <br />
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Blood oranges! My absolute favorite oranges. This is a different</div>
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on the sweetest type that I enjoyed every year that I lived in Italy. This photo</div>
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And, oh my goodness... I never even liked asparagus until I had the bianco<br />
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green and the flavor is so delicate and wonderful. <br />
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When asparagus season rolled around every spring, the local restaurants and small <br />
family owned 'trattorias' would start putting out special signs, in Italian, of course, <br />
advertising their special WHITE ASPARAGUS spring dishes.<br />
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One of my favorite foods is the fresh asparagus risotto. So good.<br />
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Guess what is in this bucket?</div>
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Already 'soaked' beans so that you can start cooking them immediately!</div>
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When, I lived/work in/at Gaeta, Italy, I often signed up for the MWR (morale, welfare, and recreation) trips on the tiny Navy Base. However, they would also be cancelled because there wasn't enough participation. I found out later that some of this was 'because' the military spouses had their own group and would sponsor their own trips-- which simply meant that there often wasn't enough people to support the base hiring a bus/diver to do the weekend trips.</div>
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After signing up for a few trips and then find them cancelled, I finally went to the local travel place on base and I asked them if there were any areas that I could go to by train. So, she got me train tickets to go to Postofino, Italy. I had to take the city bus to the next town to catch a train and off I went, on an adventure, to Portofino, for the next Saturday.</div>
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When I arrived, I discovered that the train station was above the town. I disembarked the train and I followed the few passengers that also got off the train. The views were breathtaking... an Italian harbor town laid out in it's own private cove, different levels of the town as it flowed down to the beach and the ocean. You could see the sandy beaches, laughing children, ocean waves splashing against the rocks along the edge of the harbor, and there were many sailboats and a few yachts were docked. </div>
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This is the harbor from the water and all my time was spent 'above all' of this area. I went back to Portofino another time and I arrived by Ferry to the harbor. I spent the day there and I only stayed in this area. </div>
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We walked down steep, narrow steps from the train station area and eventually ended up in a level area, full of places to eat, gelato stores, and amazing hand painted ceramic shops. It was very difficult to decide what to purchase. Some of that was because there was JUST SO MUCH to choose from and every shop had their own different artist and styles of painting. </div>
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This was in a gelato shop... this is the front panel of where all the gelato flavors are displayed.<br />
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-88845384021168701562017-08-02T18:30:00.000+02:002017-08-02T18:30:43.277+02:00Blaze, the cat who doesn't want her photo taken
During the 27 years that I was living/working overseas I never had a pet. Once I moved back to the states, I decided that I would get a cat. Little did I know that this event would happen sooner than I had expected. <br />
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I was staying with my good college friend, in Durant, OK, while I was waiting for the closing on my house. A stray cat lived in her yard and she had 2 wild grey kittens that had been born a few months prior to my arrival. One was mostly grey and the other one was grey with more white along her face and she had a 'white blaze' along her back that actually looked like the letter J.<br />
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They were wild and there was no way of knowing the sex of these kittens. So, we just referred to the kittens as 'grey, grey, and Blaze' ... we are nothing if not original. lol<br />
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The mostly grey one was SUPER WILD. When you opened the back door, for any reason, she would RUN out of the yard and not return for over an hour. Meanwhile, she was missing the food, that was being put outside for the 'yard feral cats'... because, it would be all gone when 'grey, grey' finally returned to the yard. <br />
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Blaze, tended to run when the door was opened, but, she would return and hang around with her mama cat. My friend and I were able to trap, 'grey, grey' in a live trap. I tried, but she was not at all interested in becoming tamed. We took her to a vet and got her spayed so that she would have a better life.<br />
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I kept working on taming Blaze, and while she would eat meat from my fingers- it was a month before she would let me touch her.<br />
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She is a sweet cat... a little shy. And, most certainly does not like her photo taken. Most of the time, she looks down, looks away or gets a weird look on her face. I totally identify with the cat about the photo taking situation. <br />
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"What, are you doing with that camera again?" <br />
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This is the way that almost every photo of her looks.<br />
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They both had so much fun with the packing materials from my move. I left a corner of the dining room full of packing paper for them for a few weeks. Hours of fun was experienced by both cats there. You can see 'Henry' hiding in the distance.<br />
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She is snuggling with her best buddy Henry. Of course, Henry looks like he is 'begging' for mercy... or has just figured out the murder plot and fears for his life. Actually, he heard the camera click and woke up.<br />
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They are not siblings but, we suspect that their mothers were siblings.<br />
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She's actually holding onto Henry's paw while she is sleeping. Sweet.</div>
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She loves, LOVES to be outside. She kills snakes too and has also killed 2 squirrels.<br />
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And, now for a couple of photos of 'the weird' looks that she often gets on her face when you try to take her photo. Poor thing. (lol)<br />
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-52580335882677581192017-07-31T20:44:00.000+02:002017-07-31T20:44:00.959+02:00Gaeta Italy
The second time that I lived/taught in Italy was at Gaeta, Italy. It was right on the ocean about halfway between Naples and Rome. It was where a tiny USA Navy base was stationed. The Navy used the Navy Ship in the harbor for most of their needs and the actual 'base' consisted of one small two story (or was it 3 story?) building up the hill/small mountain away from the Navy Ship.<br />
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On this 'base' was a bank, the post office, various military offices, and a small shoppette that was the 'commissary/military uniform sales/etc. everything' type of shop. I bought my groceries at the Italian grocery stores and markets. <br />
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The school for the American children of the military was not on the little base- it was instead about 3-4 miles away in a small 2 story rented school building. I taught 3rd grade when I was at Gaeta.<br />
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When, I first moved there, I stayed in a hotel in the new part of town. Across the street from the hotel was a small fruit/veggie store. They also sold the amazing Gaeta Olives. Trust me, they are the best that I have ever tasted and are only grown in this area. I really could take or leave olives until I moved to Italy and got to have the fresh olives to eat. Now, I love olives.<br />
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This is the very HANDSOME Italian man who owned the fruit/veggie store. He was very NICE too.<br />
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In the main shopping area<br />
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you could buy the pizza by the slice. See the one in front with the<br />
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The other pizza places sold the traditional round pizzas- but, this was perfect<br />
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because, the pizza is very good in Italy.<br />
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The red star shows where Gaeta was located. I would take the local city bus to the town</div>
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It was the most beautiful place that I have ever lived. Or visited. I would suggest Gaeta</div>
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do yourself a favor and do NOT visit during JULY or AUGUST. Expensive and</div>
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Gaeta had 2 intact castles and they were still being used by the city/government.</div>
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Gaeta also had a huge swimming beach. This is only about 1/3 of it. In the<br />
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Here are the US Navy Ships. <br />
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Another HANDSOME Italian man. He was also very NICE<br />
and he spoke excellent English because he was married to an American.<br />
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-32628680733895991122017-07-28T00:07:00.000+02:002017-07-28T18:49:32.297+02:00Han River, Seoul, South KoreaWhile I was teaching overseas, I moved all over and I returned to Seoul, South Korea to teach on the USA Army Post (Yongsan) several times. The last time that I lived there, I was in a fairly new high-rise apartment building, that was only about 4 years old, that was very close to the base. I selected it because, there were many 'traffic lights' on the route that I would drive to get to the base/to work. This made it a 'safe' driving route and I also lived close enough that I could walk to work in 30 minutes if I needed to do so.<br />
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That is very important in Seoul, South Korea. I was also only about 1 1/2- 2 blocks away from a subway stop, lots of places to eat, and I have a lovely view from all windows of the Han River. <br />
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This is the long hallway of my apartment building. The open door at the far end of the hallway, straight back, was a guest bedroom and there was another one on the right hand side (can't really see it in this photo). The guest bathroom is the door frame on the left side at the far end of the hallway-<br />
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The door frame on the left side (closest to the viewer) was the little entrance area to my bedroom. <br />
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The 'no doorway' entrance, far back, on the left AFTER the standing open door... was the open area to the doorway to the lobby. You stepped down into this tiny room. My favorite part was the floor to ceiling storage cabinets (lovely woodwork) that was floor to ceiling shoe storage! In Asia, you take your outside shoes off at the entrance to the door (or usually outside the apartment door in the hallway) they are not worn in the house/apartment. You could tell if someone had lots of company or a party- there would be lots of shoes in the hallway outside their doorway.<br />
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If shoes are needed inside- there are 'inside' only shoes to wear. I also used these shelves for holiday storage/etc. This area was big enough that I had a small bench along one wall. <br />
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The door that you see on the far right (closest to the viewer) went to the dining room/kitchen area. It was a huge room. The areas that you don't see was the entrance to the master bedroom/bath/walk in closet area and the living room. <br />
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I had bamboo floors throughout the apartment. The key was a magnetic key that you scanned at the outside door panel or you could impute a code and the door could be opened that way. Some apartment buildings had 'fingerprints' used for entrance. My favorite part of the apartment were the views and the HEATED FLOORS throughout the entire apartment. The underground parking and fast elevators were nice too.<br />
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This was the view out the laundry room off the kitchen.<br />
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The following are views out the living room windows (my bedroom<br />
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This is a rare clear day. <br />
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I thought that this was a nice photo of the sunrays. The US Army helicopter is a nice<br />
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There was a big park area right below my apartment building. You can see<br />
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You can see the effects of the air pollution here. Many days, the air pollution<br />
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To the far right of the buildings on the right side of the photo was a huge 6-8 lane interstate looking <br />
highway. Lots of traffic. My apartment complex was owned by the LG Corporation. There were 10 buildings in our apartment complex, beautiful grounds, and it was very quiet.<br />
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Across from my building was a building that was fairly close to me- not so close that you could see the residents inside. Most of the newer apartments in Seoul have balconies that are actually along the outside glass walls. It helps keep the cold and heat out- because, they are about 6-8 feet wide and big enough that you could use them for storage, a small office, a laundry room (that's where my laundry room was located off the kitchen in one of the balcony areas.) It also keeps people from looking directly into your apartment. Yet, while you are in the apartment- you have a clear view of outside since everything is glass. You could keep the sliding glass doors to your balcony open to add extra space to the actual inside living areas if you wanted to do so. <br />
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The building that was the closest to me, had an apartment that was about 42-3 stories below my apartment and I would often see a Korean man working with a lamp, in the early morning hours, on his 'balcony turned into an office'... <br />
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I also had a private balcony off all of the bedrooms. The actual glass windows would slide open for air breezes on the balconies - but, they were tilted outwards for safety. <br />
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The rooms had floor to ceiling glass which gave you great views. I did sew some 'light blocking' curtains for my bedroom that closed off the master bedroom balcony- I didn't want the sunlight to wake me up on the weekends when I could sleep in a little later than on school/work days.<br />
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No problem finding the fabric because all I had to do was go to the 5 story fabric building in Tondaemun Market.<br />
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<strong>I enjoyed every location that I lived in while I was teaching overseas for 27 years. </strong></center>
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<strong>I always enjoyed being in Seoul, South Korea. I was there, I think 4 different times?</strong></center>
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<strong>I made many good friends, dated some really nice military men, taught</strong></center>
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<strong>wonderful students, and the shopping was always great. It was also fun and challenging </strong></center>
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<strong>It was quite an adventure living there. I think also because it was SO </strong></center>
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<strong>other Americans associated with the base? The base also did a great job</strong></center>
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<strong>I will continue to add photos from my time in Seoul off and on. </strong></center>
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<strong>Farewell, Seoul, South Korea... you and my friends, from my time there,</strong></center>
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-46769710933462889572017-07-26T17:32:00.000+02:002017-07-26T17:32:13.242+02:00Look at what I have now... It's my first pet that I've had in over 27 years! I never thought that it was fair to try to take care of a pet and moving/living all over the world. So, I waited until I returned to the states... which I have recently done.<br />
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This little guy was from a litter of 4 kittens that were born in my friend's backyard. I was staying with her while I was waiting for the closing on my house. Unfortunately, their mom (a wild stray) died when they were only 3 weeks old. I had to step in and take care of them with bottle feeding/etc.<br />
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I brought them to my new house (well, it is an old 1932 era house- but, new to me) when they were only 4 weeks old. I kept them all until they were 3 months old and I found good homes for the other siblings. There were 2 boys and 2 girls. All sweet.<br />
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I actually have 2 cats. The other one is a female that is about 5 months older? She was wild (also born in my friend's backyard) and it took me a month to tame her enough so that she would allow me to touch her.<br />
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This is Henry. He was only about 3 weeks old and just learning how to turn over.<br />
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His eyes were the baby blue color that most kittens have, then they turned<br />
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See the blue paint on his nose? He was helping me paint the outside bench.<br />
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This is Henry's brother. If I could have afforded to take care of 3 cats- <br />
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known and he was very attached to me. He and his sister (they were bonded <br />
together) went to the same home together.<br />
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-58541599158216149252017-02-21T01:58:00.000+01:002017-02-21T02:22:49.394+01:00Early morning views out my window in northern Italy.... <br />
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After I rounded the curve... on the other side of the curve I found this huge building... totally unexpected. The building was so huge that I had to take 2 photos.<br />
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Not sure, but it looks like some sort of an old monastery?? I could tell that someone was living in at least one of the doorways (flowers were on the windowsill). I find this intriguing. I continued past this and I was just in fields and vineyards. <br />
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-77853044892667363312016-02-15T16:00:00.001+01:002016-02-15T16:09:59.166+01:00Yes, I take photos of my food in restaurants. I admit it...... I know that I'm not the only one... am I?<a href="http://www.tinycounter.com/" target="_blank" title="free hit counter"><img alt="free hit counter" border="0" src="http://mycounter.tinycounter.com/index.php?user=jeannie" /></a>
Some friends and I went to this amazing restaurant that I had found by driving around, going down roads to see where they'd lead in my neighboring areas. So, I wanted to go back and eat a meal there to check it out. I decided that I wanted to check it out for my birthday meal. <br />
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The first course: Home-made Pasta (look at the little zucchini flower!) I know most people always get the second course meal- but, I find that the pasta dish is more than enough to fill me up.<br />
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Home made bread and crackers! The homemade crackers don't look very fancy but they were tasty!<br />
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My friend got an ice cream dessert. With a piece of dark chocolate added as a topper. The dash of dark coco powder adds just the right touch.</div>
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In every restaurant in Italy, I am usually tempted to order Tiramisu to see how that place makes theirs. It is very unique- same ingredients but each recipe can taste so differently.. Sometimes, it is too strongly 'coffee flavored' for me. But, even then, I like it... I just know not to order it again if I go back to that restaurant.</div>
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After my dessert was delivered in a 'cup' ... I had a memory flashback to a few years ago, before when I was still living in Cold, snowy, wintery Germany. I had gone on a military bus tour trip to northern Italy, in February, for President's Day and to escape the German winter for just a few days.</div>
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We stayed in this same area... drove all over, went to Venice by train (which I had done many times but, from a totally different area.) We had taken the entire group of maybe 55 Americans on the bus for lunch at a huge restaurant, in the middle of nowhere, and we had the best, best Tiramisu that I had ever eaten. At this time, I had already lived in 2 different Italian locations and I had always tried each restaurant's Tiramisu. For days, everyone on the trip was talking about the Tiramisu in that restaurant, about how good it was. Those that had opted not to order the Tiramisu seemed a bit jealous.</div>
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However, when I saw the cup of tiramisu, it brought back memories of that trip and tasting the best Tiramisu. I knew that it would be very unlikely that this was the same place. How could it be? We had driven all over this part of Italy for 3-4 days. Our hotel was not in this area. And, here I was a few years later, living/working in the same region, and eating at a restaurant that I found by accident... trying to find a short cut to the physical therapy place in a neighboring town.</div>
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However, all it took was ONE BITE and I was in Tiramisu heaven. It was the same place, it was the same most wonderful Tiramisu! Now, how was I going to stop myself from wanting to stop by daily? After all, this restaurant is only 1 1/2 miles from my house. Down, a rural road that I had never had a reason to travel down. That road, taken looking for a short cut, ended up leading me, once again, to the 'often talked about' best Tiramisu, that I had ever eaten.... <strong><em><u>'Tiramisu.</u></em></strong>'</div>
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<strong>Fingerless mitts, out of sock yarn, for my good fried Lisa as part of her Christmas gift this year. The yarn is some self striping fingering yarn that I bought at knitpicks.com. The yarn striping matched until the end on one of the mittens... but, that part will be on the inside of the sleeve anyway. </strong></center>
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Some mittens that I'm knitting in some airport, somewhere... lol (yes, they do tend to look the same don't they?) However, I don't even remember these mittens... did I keep them or did I gift them to someone? I will check- but, I do love the colors so I sure do hope that they are in my gloves, hat, mittens, scarf drawer. <br />
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I do have a new 'knitting plan' because I noticed that almost all of my knitting is for others or for charity. I have knitted myself ONE sweater in my 30 year knitting career. I also took stock a few years ago and realized that I had almost NOTHING that I had knitted myself. I decided that I was going to make a conscious effort to actually 'knit' for myself. </div>
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-74761687956602707902014-05-04T08:16:00.003+02:002017-07-27T03:05:00.760+02:00I finally found my way back (was it the fog or was life just getting too busy? or something else? OR many things as the reason for my absence?)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ignore the mess... It was photo time 'no' time to clean things up beforehand. TO the right are my recycle trash cans- so, be glad that they aren't showing in the photo! That's Italian green marble for the shelves. I love the color of it. I don't mind the marble on shelves-- but, marble stains easily and I wouldn't want it on the counters... Pretending I could afford marble counters, that is.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was the view from the train station from the top of the hill the first time that I saw this town along the coast. It was beautiful. They also are famous for hand-painted ceramics. Some of the things in the photo are from there... and/or from other regions of Italy.</td></tr>
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-22918913376590712642014-03-18T20:13:00.003+01:002014-03-18T20:13:33.507+01:00"HEEEATTTHCLIFFFF".... or when did our school playground turn into the foggy Scottish moors? .... excuse me... "Heathcliff!!!!".... <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My driveway right before I pulled out on to the street. This should have been my first clue.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is at 10:00am. You could barely see children that were several feet away. Nice to see 3 boys using the swings. Sometimes, at other schools, boys don't usually use the 'swings'... here? I have to sometimes tell them to count 20 swings back and forth so that other children can have a turn. We have 2 swing sets; but, lots of children want to use the swings. I loved swinging when I was a child too. I would often lean my head back and I would drag my hair on the ground. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, we have the spongy surfaces here too. I just don't know how I survived my childhood. We had pebbles, dirt, and concrete on our playgrounds.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Heathcliff!"... "Are you out there?"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even the school (this is the lunchroom area) is difficult to see. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We couldn't let them play in the grassy area- we couldn't SEE THEM!</td></tr>
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<tr><td>Yesterday, it was foggy. It used to be foggy a lot in Germany too. However, today... was foggier than I have EVER seen it! <b><u>I could not see anything in front of me. </u></b> I was the lead car and the white lines on the road hadn't been painted in what looked like YEARS! I didn't even know most of the time if I was on my side of the road or about to fall off the road into the deep drainage ditches! I was only driving 10-15 mph. I finally had a car behind me and for the first time ever... a car didn't pass me. <b>They must have FINALLY realized that IT WAS NOT SAFE TO PASS THE OTHER CAR even if you didn't think it was going fast enough. </b> (I get passed often- even though I am going the residential speed limit.) </td><td>The strangest fog that I experienced in Germany-- was frozen FOG! It was so scary!! I drove home one night after meeting friends at a restaurant. </td><td> </td><td><br /></td><td><br /></td><td><br /></td><td><br /></td></tr>
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-8595828072750848022014-03-16T17:57:00.000+01:002014-03-16T17:57:18.513+01:00Roarrrrr.... <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Today, I have spent almost the entire day going through boxes of things (as I seem to do every weekend for the past couple of months or so)... these particular boxes were from a storage delivery that had been in the states for many years. Once, I found this really large house- I sent for my storage with the plan to go through things to find things to get rid of because... let's be honest... I, along with many of us... have just too much stuff. It was easy to have too many things-- since, my job would pay for the storage in the states while I was overseas. SO, if you don't have 'all of this stuff' in your house LETTING YOU KNOW THAT YOU HAVE TOO MUCH STUFF... it is easy to dis-reguard that you have too much stuff- if you don't see it!<br />
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In one box, I found a couple of old ratty holey quilts that my grandmother had used as a mattress padding. I had cut one apart to make pillows, angels or something long ago. In this same box I found the above animals that I hadn't seen in many years. I forgot that I had them. My same 'step-grandmother' had put them away for me when I grew too old for them. I don't have many items from my childhood. That is what happens when you have younger siblings- they tend to take over or destroy your possessions. <br />
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I loved cats and kittens when I was young (still do) and no one could find a stuffed cat toy in small town rural Oklahoma when I was a child-- so, they got the next best thing. A big stuffed tiger. Later the smaller one was added to my collection. I was about 3 or 4 the year that I got them. I loved them. The big one was the mama tiger; of course. The eyes have been loved off of the big one and the baby tiger only has one eye left.<br />
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I only had one other stuffed animal. I think someone made it for me. It was a black mop looking thing with long black yarn for hair sewed on. I think it was supposed to be a laying down dog? I seem to remember that the hair had a middle part and I spent a lot of time 'combing' it with my fingers to make the hair go in the right directions. I have no idea as to what happened to it?<br />
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I never had a Teddy Bear as a child. Sad, huh? Years later, one of my friends bought me a little teddy bear. I still have him. He sits on a shelf where my yarn/etc. is stored. I guess he is guarding the yarn? <br />
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The tigers have been sealed back into the box with the ratty old quilts. After all, they might get cold.<br />
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-79848008145430402132014-03-15T12:03:00.000+01:002014-03-15T12:19:37.150+01:00Getting lost can help you find a new bakery. <br />
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Today, I went back to the purse factory and the small showroom floor shop selling purses. They had lots of new additions of the new spring line. The song, "IF I were a rich man" was spinning in my head... (ok, with a variation ... "IF I were a rich woman...") as I looked at all the lovely new models and colors. A room just full of leather purses. (Sorry for those that think it is wrong to make things out of leather.)<br />
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I did buy a basic black leather purse and a red one which is what I had gone there to purchase the last time-- but, I got overwhelmed by all the choices and left the store without my black or red purse. I did buy a blue and green and a medium brown leather purse though on my visit several days ago.<br />
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So, today... I did buy my intended colors. I stuck to the plan (mostly). It's a good thing that I did go back because... there were ONLY 3 black purses being sold. I got the only one that was a solid black. AND, 'bonus' ... I liked it. No, I loved it!<br />
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And, the other day... while cooking something or other. I cut into a bell pepper and look at what I found. Has anyone ever found this cute little thing inside? It was kind of like opening up the kinder eggs to get the surprise toy inside. <br />
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So, I finally found a place to pull over and wouldn't you know the exact place that I found just happened to be next to a house and my car was partially in front of the wrought iron gate that locks 'driveways' and houses in Italy. Not a problem 'usually' but, I just happened to glance over and sure enough there is a car 'with a driver in it' and clearly wanting out of his driveway! Oops. At this point, I just put in my own little Italian town and drove home. That was enough excitement for the day. However, in my 'random route' that the navigation system was taking me on-- I did find a tiny little bakery and I bought a small round loaf of whole grain bread. I didn't have my camera with me so I couldn't take a photo of the very old building where this tiny bakery was located. So, the 'different route' wasn't a lost cause because I love home-made Italian bread- especially the whole grain breads. <br />
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I just cut the bread open and I added the photos. The inside is the softest bakery bread that I have ever purchased. I grabbed some soft local cheese and spread it on pieces of the end piece that I cut off of the round loaf. So, so, so good... ubbmsuummummm nom, nom... (that's me eating the bread) <br />
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-6727644425394884692014-03-14T22:51:00.000+01:002014-03-14T22:51:52.548+01:00My meal last weekend... from when I went to the local restaurant for the Woman's Day event..<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home made crackers and dinner rolls...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grilled Pork Chop. This was awesome... and there was so much meat- that I took over 1/2 of it home and had 2 more meals from this serving. They also gave me an entire bowl of home-fries (not frozen) and this is all that I had with my meal. I gave the rest to my friend who was eating with me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The dessert menu and I did appreciate the ENGLISH translation. I can read quite a bit of 'Italian' when it concerns menus though. I need to learn 'the words for how a dish is prepared though.'</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The name of the restaurant. *Also the front of the dessert menu. I got the 'tiramisu' again, of course.</td></tr>
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-14092120833347199402014-03-13T21:46:00.001+01:002014-03-13T21:46:14.043+01:00Spring is near... and I hope it comes quickly for those in the cold parts of the world.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A tulip tree in bloom... (at least that is what I call them!) I snapped this photo on the street as I was turning the corner- just stuck the camera out the window-- which is why you see the sun glare on the photo. I have seen a few of these trees in my neighborhood blooming too.</td></tr>
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-52490921162587253462014-03-12T18:48:00.001+01:002014-03-12T18:48:13.322+01:00Early Spring Sunrise....over northern Italy...<sup>I left for school a little later than usual the other morning and I was rewarded with a vivid sunrise. This is my driveway and the old building that is across the street. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the gate going out my driveway to the road. Isn't that beautiful? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can see the neighbor's flowers in this photo. I have the same ones on the opposite side of my fence.</td></tr>
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-61809102840977190542014-03-09T22:04:00.001+01:002014-03-09T22:19:53.756+01:00ABC's of me... I saw this somewhere and I thought that I'd use it here too.<br />
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A - Age: Old enough and young enough <br />
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B - Bed size: Queen size wrought iron (made for me in Italy- there's a photo on the blog)<br />
C - Chore you hate: cleaning the shower doors<br />
D - Dog's name: None (no pets at all at this time- not allowed in the rental)<br />
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E - Essential start your day: A real Dr. Pepper (I don't drink coffee and I still need caffeine)<br />
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F - Favorite color: Blue, green, and purple<br />
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G - Gold or Silver: both<br />
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H - Height: 5'7"<br />
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I - Instrument you play: The stereo<br />
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J - Job: School teacher <br />
K - Kids: none 'other than' my classroom full of 2nd graders<br />
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L - Living arrangements: alone<br />
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M - Mom's name: Estelene <br />
N- Nicknames: none really (my friend that I taught how to knit calls me "Grasshopper" for my knitting wisdom.)<br />
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O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: had an unexpected total knee replacement July 2013<br />
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P - Pet Peeve: 1. People who tail-gate in their cars 2. People who lie 3. People who don't keep their promises-- for example: make plans and when you call back to double check/add more information/etc. They then tell you that they can't go- that they are doing something else- This is fine (sort of- depending on why their plans changed) but, have the decency to let the first person that you made plans with know that you are NO LONGER doing the activity/event/movie/etc. with the first person that you made plans with. <br />
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- Quotes from a movie: My mind is a blank-- other than in the movie: ELF when the 'big tall elf' gets all excited and yells out: "SANTA!!!" When he sees the store Santa. <br />
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R - Right or left handed: Right<br />
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S - Siblings: 2--one brother, one sister<br />
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T - Time you wake up: during the week- 5am to go to work early so that I can get some things done before the children come to class.<br />
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U - Underwear: yes<br />
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V - Vegetable you dislike: Lima beans<br />
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- Ways you run late: I'm almost always on time-- but, if I forget to take all the stuff out of the car that I hauled home on Friday (because, I'm hauling in groceries or something and I don't have enough arms to haul it ALL in and then I don't go back downstairs to the car to get the school stuff/etc.) and then I don't remember until Saturday morning when I get to the car and see all of the stuff in my car that needs to be removed so that someone can sit in the front seat- if I'm going on a local trip. <br />
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X - X-rays you've had: Chest, leg, teeth, head (brain), wrist, hand, stomach, knee, lungs, foot... (I think that is all?)<br />
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Y - Yummy food you make: My grandmother's fudge recipe<br />
Z - Zoo Favorite: monkeys</td></tr>
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-89347816252439168732014-03-08T13:27:00.002+01:002014-03-08T13:32:37.109+01:00Happy International Women's Day- March 8<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little bouquets like this are being sold on the sides of the street and in grocery stores and flower shops. These are for "WOMAN'S DAY" which is celebrated apparently all over the world ... but, being an American... I was totally clueless about it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It smells wonderful. I bought a big branch and I'm going to divide it and give part of it to my friend's wife tonight. She and I are going to that big restaurant that I found last weekend. When we were there, last Saturday, we noticed that they had a special menu listed for Easter and for tonight- for "Woman's Day." I wonder why this isn't really celebrated in the states? I have decided that I am going to have a meal/brunch/lunch/or dinner with whatever group of friends or other ladies that I happen to know when I move to America and celebrate this day anyway. I also love that it happens to be in MARCH... what always seems to me as the LONGEST MONTH in the year! </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td><b><sup>Here's what it says on-line... </sup></b></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><b><sup><u><b>International Women's Day</b> (<b>IWD</b>), originally called <b>International Working Women's Day</b>, </u>is marked on <b>March 8</b> every year.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-UN_2-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Women%27s_Day#cite_note-UN-2">[2]</a></sup>
In different regions the focus of the celebrations ranges from general
celebration of respect, appreciation and love towards women to a
celebration for women's economic, political, and social achievements.
Started as a Socialist political event, the holiday blended in the
culture of many countries, primarily in Europe, including Russia. In
some regions, the day lost its political flavor, and became simply an
occasion for men to express their love for women in a way somewhat
similar to a mixture of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother%27s_Day" title="Mother's Day">Mother's Day</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine%27s_Day" title="Valentine's Day">Valentine's Day</a>.
In other regions, however, the political and human rights theme
designated by the United Nations runs strong, and political and social
awareness of the struggles of women worldwide are brought out and
examined in a hopeful manner. This is a day which some people celebrate
by wearing purple ribbons. </sup></b><br />
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<i><sup>American Readers? Do you celebrate this day? Did you know about this day? Readers from other countries-- do you celebrate the day? If so, what do you do to make it a special day? What do others do to honor women on this day? It has been celebrated since the 1900's too.</sup></i><br />
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<b><sup> </sup></b><br /><span class="leftbody"><img alt="IWD 100 years" src="http://www.internationalwomensday.com/images/first.gif" style="float: left; padding: 0 10px 10px 0;" title="IWD 100 years" /></span>
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International Women's Day has been observed since in the early 1900's, a time of great
expansion and turbulence in the industrialized world that saw booming population growth and the rise of
radical ideologies. </div>
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iwouldratherbeknittinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774700388588458937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142790655115916667.post-71853573660319598892014-03-07T20:34:00.001+01:002014-03-07T20:34:28.836+01:00Announcement: "I LOVE BREAD!" <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whole wheat, with various seeds inside... purchased from the local bakery in my tiny little Italian town. </td></tr>
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