Wednesday, 12 November 2008
Udine, Friuli-Venezia Giulia
Monday, 10 November 2008
Friuli-Venezia Giulia
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Love Letters
After attending mass at Chiesa San Annunciata this morning, I went to Piazza Republica to have lunch and go shopping. As I walked down the main streets, dressed in a camel leather skirt, black cashmere top, an alpaca fur trimmed vest, black shawl, lace tights and boots, I felt like I was part of a movie.
The shops are full of beautiful winter clothes and accessories and a palette of vibrant colors; and the murmur of traffic, high pitched conversations and high heeled shoes on the cobblestones is like an orchestra tuning.
I love to immerse myself in the middle of it all and often I have the desire to close my eyes so that I can hold onto these moments.
Tonight we are going to Teatro Cestello in San Frediano, Firenze to see the production of "Love Letters" by A.R. Gurney.

Ho voglio di te
Italian's know how to express themselves through language, film, food, art & music. Tiziano Ferro is a popular Italian artist and his song 'Ho voglio di te; Ti scatterò una foto' is quite beautiful. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=776rIpMQ6YI
Saturday, 8 November 2008
Manuela
Friday, 7 November 2008
Artichoke
I’ve been lying in bed reading and thinking a little about the last four months and how much things have changed. How blessed I am to have had the time, space and solitude to think, feel and grow.
Artichoke
The nubbed leaves
Come way
In a tease of green, thinning
Down to the membrane:
The quick, purples,
Beginnings of the male.
Then the slow hairs of the heart:
The choke that guards its trophy,
It vegetable goblet.
The meat of it lies, displayed,
Up-ended, al dente,
The sub-root aching in its oil.
Robin Robertson
'Painted Field'
Thursday, 6 November 2008
Having dreams
These decisions make my heart sing but if I met the man of my dreams tomorrow, I may give them all up and reshuffle my cards. Or perhaps I meet my soul mate and we can share these experiences together? Anyway in the meantime I might as well live my life to it's fullest capacity, enjoy the people in my life and immerse myself in all life's colors, sensations and challenges.
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Via 27Aprile, Firenze
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Thank you
But before I go to bed I have to send a big "THANK YOU" to everyone who has written to me recently and given me fresh insights, compassion, and guidance - what loving friendships - you enrich my life.
Ti ringrazio e ti bacio.
I'll see you shortly in my dreams - Goodnight my angels.
Monday, 3 November 2008
Dietrofronte
In the opinion of those who know or have meet me in Italy, I'm considered to be more Italian than Australian. Naturally, this is partly true because Italy has always been a part of my dreams, passions and spirit - and these emotions will always be alive within me.
However I feel defeated, because in spite of many beautiful, fortunate and memorable moments; the dreams and hopes I had aspired to achieve here, have not eventuated. Although I acknowledge that Rome wasn't built in a day and that Italy is not simply Firenze; I've tried relentlessly and yet have not been able to find a continuous thread or the opportunities I was searching for.
Maybe what I'm searching for isn't here and all this time I've just been continuing my love affair with Italy? It's possible, because it's truly difficult to let go of the things we hold dear.
As I grieve in anticipation of my imminent departure, I realize that strong sentimental emotions are a part of who I am. As Alain Resnais wrote "Io voglio amare, si, voglio il fuoco e voglio il ghiaccio. Rifiuto quella tiepida dolcezza in cui mi volevi immergere. Tu non puoi capire che la vera felicita sono in realta lampi che ci bruciano, che ci annientano."
I'm very attached to Firenze and all it represents... but I think that it is time I leave.
The decision brings an equal measure of joy and angst.
Sunday, 2 November 2008
Dinner Party Secrets
This evening as I stood in the kitchen in my gym gear, listening to a local Italian radio station, whistling and gently rolling homemade gnocchi between my hands, I felt like I was at home in North Carlton or down at Point Lonsdale preparing a meal for one of our many dinner parties. The Menu: Chilled Moscato d'Asti served with pan fried zucchini flowers filled with mascapone Gorgonzola cheese, walnuts and pepper. Followed by potatoe gnocchi & braised veal, served with a ragu of onion, leek, mushrooms, peas and a little Chanti.
Setting: Our simple Tuscan home enhanced by candlelight.
Saturday, 1 November 2008
Why should I cry for you
Sometimes as I'm walking through the streets of Firenze, I like to listen to this song by Sting.
Why Should I Cry For You by Sting
Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North, north west, the Stones of Faroe
Under the Arctic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
All colours bleed to red
Asleep on the ocean's bed
Drifting on empty seas
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Dark angels follow me
Over a godless sea
Mountains of endless falling,
For all my days remaining,
What would be true?
Sometimes I see your face,
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must I?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say,
That, "I loved you in my fashion"?
What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Thursday, 30 October 2008
Searching for a rainbow
Now my time here is on the thin edge of a blade. This week I have been devoting every waking hour, thought, conversation and all my energies on finding the 'right' solution.
I've just taken this photo above as I'm seated at my computer on the outdoor terrace of the Biblioteca dell'Obliate in Firenze. It's raining outside but the sky is still blue. Once the rain ceases, I'm hoping to see a rainbow arch Il Duomo which lies in the distance.
Baci Jules
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
Stolen glances
Claudia & Lorenzo
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Olga's Birthday celebration
Angelo & Olga (above left); wrought iron lighting and florentine frescoes (right).
Happy Birthday Olga.
Sunday, 26 October 2008
Pedolta per Meyer
Distance: 80km Average speed: 35km/hr
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Despite wavering enthusiasm, undismissable self doubt and cold limbs, at 7.40am this morning Lorenzo, Barbara & I met up in the centre of Firenze, before joining the Florentine cycling group to participate in the Pedolta per Meyer benefit ride and my first experience of riding with these lean, enthusiastic and charming Florentine cyclists.
Before my first latte at San Casciano we cycled 40km over undulating Tuscan hills, past scenic vistas and winding valleys bathed in autumn sunlight. Although Valentino was as commendable as always, riding with the Italians and trying to maintain their racing pace was challenging. My legs had the endurance, strength and stamina, but I had to work twice as hard to cover the distance. However according to Lorenzo (head of the Florentine cycling group) my tenacity and form has already qualified me for their cycling squad...!
(Above) Overwhelmed Jules & Lorenzo at 7.40am.
I had no idea what the day would hold and honestly I was too scared to ask.
The Florentine cycling group at the start of the Pedolta per Meyer
Sunday October 26th, 2008 Firenze.
Coffee break (above) Barbara & Jules, (below) Jules, Morandi, Barbara & Afredo
Lorenzo & the Italian cyclists on a dreamy descent back home to Firenze.
Christmas wishes
Dear Santa, In addition to all my other requests, could I please ask for a new Italian cycling beau.PS. Caro Valentino, Mi perdona. Ti amo e sarei sempre la mia prima amore.
Saturday, 25 October 2008
Aussie eyes
I can't remember the last time I walked into a room filled with unfamiliar and eceletic faces and only saw kindered spirits. Despite age, appearance, education, profession, social, financial or marital status; each woman in that room had an interesting, poetic and inspiring story to tell. And keen to share their experiences of how they came to Firenze to pursue a whim and a dream, how they fell in and out of love, found their niches, established international friendships and lost themselves admiring the beauty of the Ponte Vecchio's reflection on the Arno River.
As I went to walk out the door, Debra's determined and yet gentle eyes met mine. She kissed me on both cheeks and wished me luck with my Italian endeavours.
Ponte Vecchio & the Arno River, Firenze
Playing the "merry-go-round"
Instructions on how to play the Italian "merry-go-round" 1. To be a tourist/professional/student/citizen from a country other than Italy
2. To have a clear objective of what you are trying to achieve
3. To have a realistic time frame of when you what to achieve your objective
4. Lance Armstrong's determination, Mother Teresa's patience, Nelson Mandela's diplomatic and negotiation skills & (depending upon your preference Sophia Loren, Audrey Hepburn, Fred Hollows or Pierce Bronson beauty/charm)
5. Most importantly a lot of time to play this game.
How to play the "merry-go-round":
First you visit Italy on a 3 month student/tourist visa with the objective of establishing a nursing contract. After several attempts to find a nursing contract or endless attempts to speak to someone in the Italian health care system (regarding what the process is to apply for a nursing position in Italy), you can attempt to obtain a permesso di sigiorno (this enables you to work in any contracted position in Italy).
For example.
