Lost Time..

It's been 4 months since I've written a freakin' blog. What have I done in 4 months? I can't even recall.
What I do know is here I am writing about another death. They say things happen in 3's. Basta! (Enough)

A dear friend died on Monday. He was an amazing voice over artist; who's voice could be heard in more than 5,000 movie trailers. That's a lot of films. His wife and daughters have lost this wonderful man too soon. It's clear how many hearts he touched with his wit, generous heart and charm. I am one of the many lives he touched. I'm feel lucky to have known him.
His wife has as big of a heart as her husband. She too is an amazing talent; a fantastic singer. I pray that she will be able to find comfort in the love and memories they created together over the years. The movie trailers will never sound the same again to me.

A day later, I hear that another friend passed away. She had been fighting colon cancer for two years but clearly the fight became too much. She was too young to die from a type of cancer that usually invades older people. Needless to say my heart is heavy.

The world feels a little emptier now with these two souls leaving the earth. I know they will continue to shine their light down on all who knew and loved them. Restate in pace "D" and "K". Mi mancherete tanto.

Whew....It's Friday.

It was hot today. I went to the Valley this morning to record a voice over audition. There wasn't a breeze whatsoever!! Mamma Mia ha fatto caldo!! I can't believe I used to live in that heat every summer when I lived in the Valley. Okay, I did spent a lot of those summers out of the country on tour. The temperature in the San Fernando Valley can be 10 degrees warmer than the Westside of Los Angeles. I can't imagine what it was like in Vegas today.

The memorial for "J" was very beautiful. I'm happy to have had a chance to say goodbye. I'm still confused as to exactly how she died and what state she was in before she left this earth. It's a answer I wanted very much to ask her boyfriend and two of her close friends who also happened to be my colleagues in the show we did together. Today wasn't the time or the place to ask but in time, I really want to know. The Self-Realization Center is a gorgeous place! I have to go back and walk the gardens since I didn't have time to do it today. I can see why those who spoke of this place to me say that it's worth spending time surrounded by all of the beautiful greenery and taking in the beautiful energy. It was a perfect place to pay a tribute to "J."

When someone dies, I often find myself thinking about my own mortality. As cliche' as it may sound, there's so much living I still have to do in this lifetime. La luna e` quasi piena. Che bella!!

Murky May

I thought we were supposed to have "June Gloom" in June not May. It was so gloomy and cold for about a week or so but today the sun was out blazing. It's supposed to get hotter. In the Valley it was still incredibly warm at 9:30.

What a funky month energetically. This month is already half-way over. I'm happy leave the strange energy behind.

I'm wearing so many hats lately. There are days when I can't wait to get in bed. I can barely finish reading the rest of this book "A Thousand Days In Venice" that one of my girlfriends gave me. I think it was "A" who moved to Roma. With all the chaotic energy that I'm feeling for the remodel on the house I am taking advantage of some moments I have to myself to breathe. Thank goodness for Monday night from 6-8. It's a bit of "Me Time." Time to forget about everything for two glorious hours. This class is making Mondays look really good now.

Tomorrow is the memorial for "J" at the Self-Realization Center. Interesting enough I have never ever been to the Self-Realization Center. I have wanted to take a moment and go so many times. So many people have told me to find some time and just "sit" at the Self-Realization Center. I'm finally going to step foot on this beautiful place that I've heard about for so long. Maybe there is some karmic twist here since I am trying to come to my own self-realizations lately.

Resta In Pace "J"

I got some disturbing news the other day that a friend died. We weren't close but there was this great comraderie that carried over after working together in a show. We first met at a workshop, saw each other again later at a class and then we ended up performing together. As we got to know each other through rehearsing our show, we discovered random things about each other. "J" and I had decided we were "sisters of fashion" because we had similar tastes in clothing and shoes. We shopped at some of the same boutiques around town but our paths had never crossed. As time past, we would just laugh when one of us would wear something and the other would say, "I have that in blue!" or "Did you get that at store "X or Y?"

"J" was one of my favorite people amongst a group of women where too much estrogen was very tough at times. "J" couldn't have been a more positive and she was the person one could count on to get something done. She was a gentle soul. I often thought she gave too much of herself to others; but perhaps she saw the good in them that I wasn't able to see. There were a number of times we had written to each other and said "we have to make a plan for lunch or tea." I lost touch with "J" for a while; however I knew she was working creatively with another friend from our "estrogen group." I was so happy to personally hear from her last month when she invited me to the Opening of her boyfriend's art gallery. I had a previous engagement and I couldn't make it to the Opening. Who knew that it would be the last contact I would ever have with "J" in this lifetime.

When I received the terrible news, I struggled processing the words that I read in this email. Selfishly, I was filled with great sadness and regret that not one of our lunches ever happened. Looking back, I took it for granted that there would be time to catch up. I had every intention of making that "tea date" now that we had connected once again. Too little too late.... The disturbing part is that no one really knows how "J" died. It was said by "E" that she "slipped" off a 10th floor balcony. How does one just "slip" from a 10th floor balcony? In this day and age balconies in apartments are built to prevent "accidental slips." It was also said that "J" had been depressed. I'm sure her family and close friends can't fathom that "J' was so troubled and no one close to her knew of the darkness she had inside of her. "J" didn't leave a note; therefore no one will ever really know what happened. I guess she didn't feel that she owed any explanations anymore to anyone for what she decided to do with her life. I ask myself, could anyone have made a difference??

What does one think about before they make that final decision to take their life?? In some religions, it's considered a sin to take your own life. Is it considered illegal in the USA?? I remember while living in Japan, I saw a man jump into the River and try to take his life. He didn't succeed; however he was treated like a criminal who had just robbed a bank versus someone who was deeply troubled. For those the individual leaves behind; they are left with so many unanswered questions. I keep wondering "WHY J?" It's a selfish act. "J" was anything but selfish. I could spin this a thousand times in my mind but in the end, it doesn't change the outcome of what we have to accept in time.... "J" is gone.

This tragic act was a wake-up call to remind myself to follow through with those intended "lunches or gatherings" with friends. No one knows how much time is left on this earth. Resta In Pace "J." Sono felice di averti conosciuta. Spero di rivederti un giorno.....

Idle time...Idle thinking

I slept in this morning until 9 am. Even my dog slept in. I've been getting up early every Saturday morning for a 9:30 appointment. I don't have to anymore. Yeah! It was so nice to sleep in but now I'm so lazy that I don't want to do a thing on such a gorgeous day. I spoke to my friend in Rome this morning. It seems as if she's been gone much longer than a month. I could hear contentment in her voice; something I haven't heard in a long time until she made the decision to move to Italy. It's no question that Italy is magical if the heart is open for that kind of joy.

Now I'm trying to decide when do I want to make my trip to Italia. I will definitely go between September and October. Of course my representation might be a little angry for my choice of time to go to Italy. Things tend to start up again in the land of television. But I only have one life to live. Besides, I'm trying to create work in other places and not limit myself to just L.A. I was told by a few people to refrain from coming to Italy in November again. I enjoyed seeing the beautiful leaves in the Fall; however my Italian friends seemed to be incredibly busy with work in November to enjoy the colors that surrounded them as I was free to do. I didn't mind that everyone was busy because we made the most of the time we did have together. I'm told that business slows down in December so Italians are cramming everything in business-wise before shutting down for the Christmas holidays.

The NBA playoffs started and being the big sports fan that I am; I could sit in front of the TV this entire day and watch the games. I know that if I get caught up in good game, I will NEVER get anything done. Truth is, I don't feel like doing anything so perhaps I'll just listen to my body and just do....nothing. Oh here comes Guido Panini (photo) wanting to go out again for a walk. Now here's something I will have to do....take the dog for a walk. We won't be outside very long. It's too hot and my dog hates the heat.

Viva Las Vegas??

I had a little vacation in Vegas for just 3 days at the Bellagio Hotel. (Photo: Flower garden at the Bellagio) I haven't been to Las Vegas since 4 years ago. Come va il tempo! (how time flies). Since then, they've built the Wynn Hotel, redone the Palms, remodeled the MGM and have started a project in construction that will cost at least 90 billion. Those are just some of the things I noticed and I know there is a lot more. No offense to any Vegas residents or Vegas Lovers but who wants to live in the desert?? Okay,not me.....BUT...Clearly a lot of people do. This new project in Vegas is about building a city within a city. There will be condominiums and more hotels right on the strip. I have a feeling they may have to make cars obsolete in order to get around just the strip at full capacity. These new "homes" will have schools for children within their communities. Perhaps I'm prejudging this; but it appears to be creating an isolated community on the strip. Why?? Clearly the financial reasons are obvious. Will the children take field trips to the casinos to learn their math?? I met a number of people who had just moved to Vegas from another state. Some were older and they wanted to be closer to their kids and grandkids; while others just wanted a change in their life. Well, Vegas would definitely be a change to say the least. I can see this creates potential job opportunities with the building of so many new hotels and casinos. I do have friends who share this same passion for the desert. According to them, with the right job and if one stays away from the casinos; one could earn a decent living.

The fun thing about Vegas is that one can really get a real sense of various types of people that really exist in America. Everyone from across the whole US come to Vegas. I love to "people watch." Living in Los Angeles, one tends to frequent their choice of stores, restaurants and socialize in certain area. It's easy to categorize the area that people are from in Los Angeles by the way they dress. One can tell the people from Beverly Hills, from Brentwood, from Santa Monica and Venice area in particular by the way the women dress. It's also nice to see that the "average size woman" does exist in other parts of America and they're NOT a size 0 or 2. Okay, I'm a size 6 but I do I have curves. Yeah me!! A lot of the women I saw in Vegas appeared to feel confident even in the clothing they wore; even if they really had no business wearing a particular outfit. But it's Vegas so...Anything goes!! I suppose... I like the fact that these women had a vibe of being very comfortable in who they were.

Another fact about Vegas: People actually eat in Vegas. Okay, maybe too much for my taste. I noticed the long lines for the buffets. The thought of a buffet does something to me. It makes me feel full. I get full just looking at all of that food. I have never been able to really enjoy buffets so I don't bother. I do remember enjoying a buffet at the Four Seasons in Santa Barbara. Give me a menu where I can enjoy what I want and that's it. In L.A. most women are too busy doing the "closet binge and purge" in fear of being seen eating "too much." In Vegas, it doesn't seem to be problem. I remember seeing this attractive blonde sitting at a table next to mine and she ate every bit of her grilled cheese sandwich with a nice size bowl of tomato soup. Before the main course she even ate her share of pork dumplings with her husband. I settled for the grilled vegetable pita but I surely ate some dessert later that night. After all, I couldn't resist a chocolate cake made with the Italian's version of peanut butter called Nutella?? Che buona!!!

In spite of the constant building in Vegas, the good restaurants and my enjoyment of the spa, I much prefer being outdoors. We walked a mile outside to go from the Bellagio Hotel to the Wynn Hotel. It was a welcomed change from the a/c. Give me the outdoors any day! Give me Filicudi any day!! I actually longed for the smog in L.A. after 3 days of breathing in 2nd hand smoke and smelling more perfume than I cared to smell in elevators. I thought one wore the perfume not the other way around.

Not sure if I'll be running back to Vegas anytime in the next month but it was enjoyable in spite of the air conditioning. If the right job came along, well I could be whistling another tune about Vegas. If a friend visited from out of town then of course I'd go back. In terms of living, my first choice would be Italy but for now I'll take the frustrations of Los Angeles. At least I can drive down to the beach to take in the ocean and clear out my smoke filled mind.

Politics

I decided to log on to a site I am a member of to see what was the feedback; because I knew there would be quite a bit written about the Italian elections. All I can say is Mamma MIa! I have never seen such chaos in those posting their opinions of whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that Berlusconi won. First of all I can admit that I am not well-educated in European politics; I do know however that the some of the problems they are having are universal. If you are considered "middle-class" or god forbid anything lower, then the politics are clearly not going to be in your favor. To some people, voting seemed irrelevant and there are many who chose NOT to vote. They don't think their vote will make a difference OR vote with hope that perhaps this time something will be different. I had to laugh at someone who made a comment about Berlusconi being "pro-American" and there was a bit of "American bashing." Now what H**** does it really mean to be pro-American?? Is Berlusconi "Pro-American" in what way?? One would have to read the post to understand why I ask what he meant. The same person doing the "America bashing" went to the University of Santa Cruz; which leaves me to the conclusion that America was good enough for him to attend an American University or maybe he just forgot. It was sad to see people from a country that I am very fond of show this "bitter side." Do they have a right to be upset about who's in power and what that means to them, their future financially or anything else? Absolutely! However it was strange to see this otherwise friendly site being used as a forum to express anger and insults to each other. It's the "italian way" to get so passionate about things so hopefully it was just that...."the heat of the moment..."

It's clearly we have out own political issues in the good old USA with our upcoming election. There was someone on this same site hoping to attract Americans to talk about voting for Hillary or Obama but the majority of responses came from non-Americans. One woman did write and say that she would be happy for either one to win as long as there is not another Bush in the white house. I happen to agree. It's going to take a few Presidential terms to return America to a semi-respected country amongst other countries.

Monday blues

The heat has arrived and it's time for the beach. FA CALDO!! I actually think I could stand a little color. Why would "I" need to tan?? Well one of my reasons is when I took a photo and was standing next to a friend of mine from Columbia and he was darker than me.

I took my dog out at midnight last night and it was so hot. The weather for some reason reminded me of Filicudi. Oh, I got so sad. This will be the 2nd year that I'm not going over to Sicily in the summer. I'm going to hold off until the Fall again. If I want to explore the "work" scene, then I'll need to wait for people to come back from summer vacation to do business. If I try and contact people too soon as my Italian sister says, they will forget. Italian people don't plan too far in advance. The fact that I'm even thinking about the Fall when the summer hasn't technically started would be considered too soon by Italian standards.

I'll get back to Filicudi one of these days...it would be too sad to think otherwise.

Good Book...

I'm getting such a kick out of the book my girlfriend gave me. Whenever one of the ladies came back from Italy, they would bring back an Italian novel for me to read to challenge myself. I would be so excited!! The ladies considered me the more experienced "Italian speaker" in our group of four women. Our group is empty now with the move of one of our members to the beloved country that brought us together as friends.

The friend that gave me this book just moved to Rome. Beata lei!! (lucky her!) She always inspired me with her writing skills and continues to inspire me just by who she is. In fact, she's the reason I "blog on and off. " She's the reason I "blogged" on again because this is another way of getting an update on her adventures in Roma. Regarding writing a blog: I'm an intelligent person. People writing a blog is a great idea for people to catch up on other's news and a way to discover other people's interests. I get the "idea" of writing a blog however, I'm not sure if there are any rules. I ask myself? What do I have to write about?? Of course I'm probably investing too much in the thinking part and not enough in just writing. I still haven't made it a "way of life" for me yet since I'm don't consider myself a writer. Again, I am inspired by my friend to at least give it a go once more.

This book "No Sex In The City" will be the first I I have completed in Italian and with total comprehension. I definitely need to enjoy the writing style of the author even more in another language to keep my interest. I made an attempt at reading an Italian best seller called "Va' Dove Ti Porta Il Tuo Cuore" by Susanna Tamaro. My Italian sister told me I could handle it. Clearly I overestimated myself. At the time I had yet to learn the subjunctive verb tense in Italian. Otherwise known as "il congiuntivo." It was tough without the comprehension and I lost interest. As time went on I learned the verb tense and once I finish this book, I'll go back and revisit that book. I do remember the story being sad, so one has to be in a good place to indulge the time into a sad story. I know I do because I like to get lost in the book. I remember my friend's comment after her watching the film "La Vie En Rose.." She said, "I watched that movie and it could make someone want to jump out of a window..." I thought this comment was so funny!! Okay, maybe I have a sick sense of humor. The film wasn't funny but I remember laughing really hard before I inserted the DVD into the player.

I don't have to be good mood when I pick it up up this book. It's quite entertaining especially because my knowledge of the Italian culture. I just wish I wasn't so busy these days because I want to finish it. After all, I started it back in November on my trip to Italy. Funny, I am revisiting the book and writing again a blog. Thanks caribbean/ragazza!! I am enjoying reading " No Sex In The City" the story of an Italian man experiencing romance in the Big Apple. The book is not the male version of the HBO TV series "Sex In The City." In fact, I never read the book by Candace Bushnell. However, I do have a group of friends who are planning our outing for the movie coming out in May. This book is about an Italian man's perspective on relationships with American women as well as his daily life experiences while living in NY.

I remember reading this book on the train going from Milano to Roma. I was sitting across from this handsome Italian man and we were the only two people in our "posto" He wore his sunglasses for the entire trip so I never got to really see his eyes. I can tell a lot about a person by their eyes. However the features that were exposed I have to admit.... were gorgeous. On the train, there seemed to be a period where I kept laughing out loud at some provocative moments in the book. I could feel the man looking at me each time I laughed and I just couldn't help laughing out loud....not too loud... but these excerpts where hysterical. In my mind I had this wonderful inside joke and he wanted to know. Well if he really wanted to know, then he would have to ask me. He had his secret behind the glasses and I had mine with my book. Of course he might've thought other things about a woman on the train reading a book in Italy of all places and it's entitled "No Sex In The City." There were moments when I felt compelled to ask him, "do you use these lines on Italian women? Or have you ever tried this..??" Naturally I would be quoting something from the book. Probably not the best talk to have in Italian with a complete stranger. But then again it could've made an interesting train ride.

Milano memories

Last year has come and gone and where was I??? What does one do when they haven't written a blog in 6 months. Can anyone really remember every detail in the past six months of their life?? There are parts of last year that I would just assume forget. But I'll stick with the positive.
I had that trip to Italy and a beautiful memory since my last posting. Che fantastico fosse il mio viaggio!! A week in Milano....a little business and then fun. Hung out with some fellow ASW members. What a nice group of people. I didn't know what to expect after posting a thread for information; however everyone was incredibly helpful. But then again, they're Italian so I shouldn't be too surprised. Considering it was November in Milano, the weather stayed fairly nice. It was cold but not unbearable and I was prepared for unbearable. There were quite a few warm days and I just told everyone that I brought the sun with me from California. One day, I took the train to Torino. It was the first time for me to be in Torino. I promised my friends that when I was in Rome, we would see each other. I like to keep my promises. I couldn't have been happier to see my dear friends Dario and his fiance Tatiana. For the past 4 years we have grown accustomed to seeing each other in Filicudi ...this place is one of the most beautiful islands just two hours away from Palermo in Sicilia. We all tried to incorporate so much in one night. Funny!! Some other friends passed by: Roberto (Tatiana's brother) and his girlfriend Cristina who made her way to living in Torino from Spain. She speaks Italian with a Spanish accent and she told me I speak Italian with a Florence accent. Well that ought to make my Italian teacher happy since he's from the Florence area. LOL!!Guess I adapt the accent that the Italian person that I happen to be around. God, I don't think I can adapt a Sicilian accent. Besides my friend wouldn't forgive me.
I digress....Torino is a quaint town. I haven't seen such colorful leaves on the trees since I was a child growing up in Newport, Rhode Island. I could see every color on each leaf of the tree. (See photo) Che bello!! In some respects Torino appears large but on the other hand it appears everyone knows everyone else. For example. After my friend Dario came to pick me up from the train station, we passed by the building where he works and he waved to a man walking down the street. It turns out to be his boss. He joked about not wanting to go to work the next day because I was visiting but now he would have to since his boss saw him. His plot of calling sick was temporarily ruined. Tatiana (D's fiance) arrived shortly at their home. We had probably been at the house 15 minutes. She came in and said, "Dario your boss called me and told me you were in the car with a woman with curly hair! And she looks at me and says "Ciao Bella Amica!!!" Well clearly news travels fast in this town. D & T took me on a tour of the city and then we picked up their beautiful daughter Greta from school. I have never met a little girl who looked like a star before. This little girl looks like a star from the 40's. Her features are absolutely beautiful. At Greta's school, I felt like the jolly green giant because the nuns were barely as tall as the 5 year olds. This was the first year Greta wasn't shy to talk to me. I was so happy. I'm sure she was more comfortable in "her territory" and she was very happy to let me have her bed to sleep in for the night. We ordered Chinese food in Torino for dinner. I have to say it is still strange for me to be in Italy and see Chinese people speaking Italian. The food was good!! Different from the Chinese food I know but still very good. After dropping Greta off at school the next morning, we went to the Film & Television museum. It's a fairly new museum and D & T were very interested in seeing the museum. We regressed to children in the museum and has the best time together. I'm happy for the fact that our friendship maintains a closeness no matter how much time has passed by and the distance that separates us.
It's always hard to say goodbye to my dear friends but I promised to go back and visit again as long as Greta was a willing participant in allowing me to be a guest in her room. I still had a few people left to spend time with Milano. I won't get to everyone this trip; unfortunately.
My last night in Milano, I went to an opening of an art gallery with my friend Paolo. The gallery owner is an ex-soccer player from France. It was a very "red carpet" event. There were a lot of important people, all of the art gallery owners support each other. In fact I bumped into a gallery owner that I had met in Rome two years ago. We discovered at that time that he knew my friend Paolo. It's a small world. After the gallery gala there was a reception held at the Four Season Hotel and Mamma Mia.... what a spread of food they had. I ate slowly and had just a teaspoon of as much as I could. Along with good food, the conversation at my table was great. I am proud that I impressed everyone with my Italian; especially the very upscale Milan women. When I shared that my next destination was Rome; some of the women at the table did confess to me that they really liked Rome. AH!!! It's public knowledge now that Milan people secretly wish they could be in Rome where it's much easier to get around; however the names of those who spoke are withheld to protect the innocent. I have some very fond memories of this trip to Milano. It appears that my circle of friends in Milano has now grown so perhaps I will frequent there a bit more in the future. Next stop Roma!!

Vado in Italia!!

It's finally here. My departure. I am so looking forward to visiting with everyone as much as possible. It's going to be a great and stress free trip. Non vedo l'ora!! I can't wait. Eccomi Italia! Finalmente sono tornata!!

Vado in Italia!!

I'm leaving for Italia in a few days. YEAH!! Okay, I'm excited finally. The list is getting shorter. My friend Paolo has sent me a text of his last minute requests of R & B music to get for him at Amoeba. Lucky for him it's only 4 CD's. Naturally it's "old school" R & B to add to his amazing collection. In Italy it appears to be very difficult to find "old school" music. At least the stuff Paolo likes. The days were moving slow but last week was a blur. I'll be on the plane on Thursday. NON VEDO L'ORA!! I'm crossing my fingers for the "business" part of this trip to come together because it would an opportunity to go back to Italy again and work in my profession. Now that would be dream come true. I still believe dreams can come true.

Saturday's here and gone....

Funny how one thinks they have all the time in the world on the weekend. And poof! It's over. I really thought I'd get so much done today for my trip. Well, I got a few things done. I even had time to run another errand and go to the gym for a half hour (half hour is better than nothing). All this before dinner.

Dinner was at a favorite mexican restaurant Tlapazola. Great Oaxacan food at this place but I can't stand the parking. It's located in a little strip mall. Parking is always tricky because there is the 5pm dinner crowd (the senior citizens) which clearly need some time to get to their car and then there is the crowd going for Japanese/Korean or just sushi or the pizza delivery place is there too. We tried to park in the lot but without success and always an adventure. A woman in front of us couldn't figure out where she wanted to park her SUV. She had her signal on for one spot and then she decides she wants to take the other spot we were heading for. As our car is backing up, this elderly man with a patch on his eye and a cane gets out of the car and proceeds to claim the parking spot we're heading for. Can we say subtle? If the spot means that much then I say, "please take it." The irony was after we proceeded to park across the street. This woman driving the SUV, didn't take ANY of the spots. She drives away. NON CREDO! I still don't know what the big deal was. Fortunately, the margarita became way more important than the idiot drivers in L.A. A wonderful evening with an old and dear friend was perfect.

I never realized how much my friend loved Italy as much as I do. His favorite spot is Venice in the winter and he's never been south of Rome. He's not a big fan of Rome because it's "too big." If he hadn't told me about Venice first, then I would've categorized him with many Americans who love Florence and Tuscany. I will also forgive him for never having been South of Roma. Boy is he missing out. Clearly it has taken me yet another week to post this blog. This Saturday is already next Saturday and on to Sunday. Here and gone....

Vado in Italia!!

Well my luck is changing because off I go to Italy next month. Non vedo l'ora!! (I can't wait). The best part is that I am going to celebrate the birthday of my Italian mamma. She's going to be 81 yrs old. What an amazing woman.
I have no idea how I'm going to see everyone but right now that's irrelevant. I'm going to Bella Italia! Yahoo!! This is the first time in fact : I realize as I write this that I have even got remotely excited. It hit me today that I'm leaving two weeks from today. I'm going to Milano and over to visit friends in Torino and then down to Roma where I will stay until my return. Mamma Mia ci sono tante cose da fare!! (there are a lot of things to do) I didn't dare get excited before because the trip seemed too far away to think at the time I bought the ticket. Naturally everything seems to come up all at once and I'm sure a job or two will too. My friends tell me to remember how short life is and to live it to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised. Italy here I come!!

Missing Italy

Boy do I have a "Jones" for Italy. I can't believe I haven't been there in over a year. No wonder I feel empty inside. There's something about this beautiful country that feeds my soul. Not going the usual time in August left me in a bit of a funk. At first I thought, " there is no way I can survive August in L.A." I really felt like an alien in my own country. I can't even remember August for the first time in 4 years. I know I more or less immersed myself in projects that would as least occupy my time with thoughts away from Italy. I would receive txt messages from my Italian friends on the island. They were kind enough to tell me how much they missed me. It was nice of them to keep me in their thoughts. I know they were having a blast! My Italian sister had a good time but left out the details so I wouldn't feel bad. When people asked me about my summer. My response was "What summer?" The sad thing was I didn't even step my toe into the Santa Monica ocean summer. In spite of the distance and the disappointing summer, I do feel connected with my Italian friends from this side of the world. Gotta pull that boot closer or at least create more opportunities to cross the ocean.

Trying to hang again...

I thought I could be a good blogger. NOT!! Haven't written on this since March maybe? Oh my! Maybe it's an insecurity that my life is not worth sharing. Hmmm. Rule number one of writing and comedians I think: Don't judge your own material.
I can see why people write blogs but I haven't decided if it's for me. On one hand, what a great way to express thyself. I have to admit ny/carribean ragazza and soon to be Expat friend has kept me so entertained along with in touch with what's going on with her. What a gift!!

So now that I've awaken from my long winter, spring and summer nap, perhaps I can give this another go. So here's another attempt to see if I can become a better blogger. If at first you don't succeed...etc. Not sure where that came from but I digress.

Italian Encounters in L.A.

I went back to my Italian conversation class last night and as usual Wednesday nights are the nights for any type of Special Event at the Italian Cultural Center. Lucky for the students because it means...Vino!! :-)
I was on my way up to the class when I saw one of my fellow classmates with a glass of wine in his hand. He told me that our class was mingling at the Special Event. I noticed these books on the table and realized the event was for Isabella Rossellini. There SHE was promoting her book. I arrived close the the end but soon enough to hear her speak. Now if anyone would have told me I would be standing close to Isabella Rossellini, naturally my reply would be, "Not in a million years." One never knows who one will bump into. I also bumped into another Italian friend of mine who is a journalist for Italian films and other Italian events going on in L.A. I haven't seen her since the Italian film festival the year before last. My Italian friend was the one who told me to go up to Isabella and say something before she went off to interview someone. I decided to walk up to Isabella, say hello and tell her that my best friend worked on her project in Rome. It wasn't too crowded and I had the chance if I could just get around the Japanese women with their digital cameras. Finally, I have the chance to say something to Isabella and I say THIS like an idiot, "My friend worked on your even last September or October in Rome. She works for Contrasto...." THAT'S IT!! Nothing else would come to my head or should I say out of my mouth. HA!!! Maybe I got out my friend's name but I honestly don't remember. I was talking to her in English but all my thoughts were in Italian. How strange is that??? I couldn't speak my own language very well. I didn't speak Italian because Her entire speech was just in English. So I thought to myself, "Better speak in English since Isabella is speaking English." It was a mixed group of people mostly Italians, a few Americans and even some Japanese, so I guess that's why Isabella spoke English. ANYWAY, she was very nice and said "OH REALLY...." As if maybe she might've said something more??? Sure if I may have made more sense of what I was trying to say. Luckily for me a group of women jumped in front of me to get a photo of her. I should've thanked them because they probably saved me from looking more like an IDIOT than what I was feeling. I was laughing inside with embarrassment.
I couldn't believe that "I" the woman who can usually find ANYTHING to say around strangers was at a loss for words. Now that's a phone call to Guiness's World of Records..." La donna di Filicudi e` senza parole!! Mamma Mia!! Anyway, I immediately went to the bar and grabbed a nice glass of the Chianti they were serving at the bar. They were serving wine to everyone along with champagne and appetizers. I took my wine to class with me and I talked my head off in italian AFTER the wine. THE LESSON: I should've had the wine BEFORE I spoke to Isabella Rossellini. :-)

It's not as if she is the FIRST famous person I have met. I admit she is the 1st Italian actress I have met who is known worldwide. The other Italian actress I met in Filicudi seems to be only famous in Italy. Needless to say I am kicking myself for not showing off how I do speak Italian to Isabella but at the same time...things happen for a reason. The positive thought makes me feel better. It probabl wasn't as bad as I thought. Saro` fantastica la prossima volta.
Another positive note: The universe heard how much I was missing Italy and two Italian friends called me as well as my encounter with un'attrice italiana famousa. Beata me!!

My first Blog

My question has always been. Why do people post blogs?? Does anyone really look at them?? I guess they do after reading my friend nyc/caribbean ragazza. Somehow today, it inspired me to try something different and make an attempt.
Now that I'm attempting, I'm thinking.."Uh..pressure... what in the world do I write about??

My friend nyc/caribbean ragazza is SO LUCKY to be in Italy right now. We both have this love for Roma. Did I say I'm jealous she's there right now?? I love her to death and couldn't be happier. Just wish I could've fit in her suitcase somehow.
After spending the past 4 years in August going to Italy,one would think I would've had enough. NOPE!! I am addicted as I know my friend is. I am just trying to create more opportunites to visit Italy more often. Since she is in Italy, it prompted me to write about everything I miss in Italy. Then I thought...well that could really take all year. So I'll keep it concise. What's the hurry?
After all it is MY BLOG!! I can write whatever and whenever I want to. Am I a real BLOGGER NOW?? :-)

Oh, how I miss the streets of Italy, walking down the street hearing Italian every day. Walking up and down the 6 flights of stairs as I did at my friend's apartment senza un'acensore (without an elevator). Somehow that never bothered me even when I forgot my wallet at the store after getting to counter and the cashier ringing up every thing!! Nice....Luckily I know how to curse politely in Italian and he couldn't have been more understanding.
I miss my walk down the street to the local bar where I ordered il mio te` freddo con limone. Mamma mia, manca davvero tutto in Italia!! I will have to live vicariously through my friend fino al mio ritorno al bello paese di cui tenga il mio cuore.