Exchange? Or not to exchange?

Went to Auchan today. It is kind of like Europe's version of Super Walmart (I use that analogy very loosely). I got the usual, eggs, milk, tape, and christmas lights. I checked out and as I am leaving I realize that I bought blue christmas lights instead of white. Annoyed with myself I go up to the cashier and explain (in very bad Italian) that I made a mistake and can I go and exchange the color really quick. She smiles and tells me sure but I must go to customer service first. Ok, so off I go wait in line ( the Italian version) and finally after "elbowing" my way to the front I explain my situation. She gives me some paperwork to fill out makes copies of my documents and then sends me over to a second customer service "line". By this point I am starting to grow annoyed with the system. .. . really? two different steps in this process? So I get up to the second counter explain my situation again. He has me fill out more paperwork, makes copies of my documents and then sends me off to yet another person. REALLY?! This person explains that I must go get my item and then bring it to the security guard to check. I do this get the guard's "official" approval and then he sends me BACK to the first customer service counter. Forty five minutes has already gone by, I have to pee, and I am going to be late to pick up Reid. The lady at this counter was very pleasant. She checked my product, checked my receipt, gave me money back from the first item and then tells me to go back in the check out line and repurchase my item. Well, there is no turning back now and I finish the deal but left with white lights AND 4 more white hairs. Lesson Learned: In order to return an item in Italy you will exchange your sanity along with it.

Thanksgiving Adventure 2010

Day 1 (The day before Thanksgiving)

Armed with a three hour early release (darn my ambition, I only used two hours of it), we left Rome on the front cusp of traffic and drove up the A1 into the most beautiful region of the world: Umbria and Tuscany. We stopped at a gas station to do my favorite thing as a diplomat: buy toll passes and cell phone recharges using gas coupons! I love being supplemented for my cell phone bill :). We arrived at our agritourismo - a beautiful restored farmhouse on the Umbria / Tuscany border. It was night, so instead of a hilltop view we enjoyed a plethora of the stars. All our friends had either just arrived, or were fast approaching. Dinner comprised of a shmorgeshbort of apertivos. After a long dinner, it was time to put Reid to bed. Kate (being the more social of the two) went down to mingle with the crowd in the great hall. After putting Reid down, I did what I love to do: sat by the fire in our apartment and just relaxed. I have a lot to be thankful for.

Day 2 (Thanksgiving)

Traditions are traditions. Therefore, after waking to a breathtaking hilltop view of olive groves, colorful fall trees, a lake in the distance, and mist in the air – I tied my shoes and undertook the most solemn of thanksgiving traditions: the Turkey Trot. Not knowing exactly where I was jogging, I took off down a dirt road and wound through olive tree lined paths. Not sure if I ran more or less than the traditional 5k, but the hills made the work out a work out. I came back to a sick child. Reid has just lost his thanksgiving day cookies in the trash can, and was lying on the couch looking as pitiful as a sick child on Thanksgiving. The rest of the day consisted of naps, naps, and more naps. Dinner was at 5:00 – there were 23 adults and 19 children. Each wife wanted to outdo the other wife in culinary skill, resulting in a cornucopia of food. Reid and his friend Isabel said grace in Italian (the prayer said at school before every meal). After grace, Reid didn't have the energy for dinner, so he watched Jungle Book in out apartment while Kate and I stuffed our faces. During dinner I learned that this region was called 'Colle San Paolo'. Translated in English it's called the 'Hills of St. Paul.' Although Italians obviously don't celebrate Thanksgiving, it's fitting that Paul tells us to be thankful. And sitting in such a beautiful setting, I have a lot to be thankful for.

Day 3 (The day after Thanksgiving)

We slept until 11:00. I'll repeat that. We slept until 11:00. It was amazing. Reid woke up a different boy. Although he wasn't yet to 100 percent, he was fast approaching. We awoke in time to take a quick shower, eat some leftover pie, and hop in the car for our second Thanksgiving meal: the Italian one. It was an adult only event. The older kids (high-school age) watched the younger ones. Our biggest fear was a call at lunch saying that Reid threw up all over the monopoly board – but the call never came. We drove to Città della Pieve and ate the traditional Italian feast of antipasti, two primis, two secondis, a dolce, and a cafe'. Afterwards we rolled out and walked down the street to the narrowest alleyway in all of Italy. It was so narrow, in fact, that we missed it the first two times. The alleyway was called “via Baciadonne”. Translated it means “kiss a woman street”. The name resulted in a mass of unflattering and risqué pictures. Of course Kate and I did not partake... The evening was filled with games, cards, more games, and a general air of joviality. Looking at my beautiful wife laugh while playing 'catch phrase', I have a lot to be thankful for.

Paris and Disney land

So I must say we definitely saved the best for last. On friday we made a last minute decision to take a day trip to Paris. We really had no plans but thought if we could have lunch and see the Eiffel Tower we could deem this day a success. And success it was! The day started out a little rough as we wondered around the outskirts of the city trying to find parking. We settled on one garage which I must admit was in a sketchy part of town but we all decided that if we leave before dark we should be just fine.

We caught the metro and had lunch at a cute cafe (with "real" french onion soup) that over looks St. Paul's cathedral and then started meandering. We only had a few hours before we needed to leave but Blake in

So as we were looking for our car in the garage and we heard this girl screaming. We started to head cautiously in that direction and out of nowhere a motorcycle comes screeching right towards us. Sure enough there were two young kids on the back of it with terror in there eyes. They flew past us and off they sped. I kept thinking thank you God for keeping us safe! That could have been us. But I can't let that change my mind about my favorite city. We will just have to park in a safer area next time.sisted that we get a picture of him in front of the Eiffel Tower smoking a "fag". We stopped at a local market for the essentials, you know, champagne, plastic cups, a baguette and chocolates.

When we reached the tower we found a spot and relaxed the rest of the afternoon. We took pictures, ate, drank and acted like stupid Americans. It was great! On the way back to the car we stopped to get crepes at a road side stand. I could get really fat in France ;)

The next day we went to Disney Land Paris. . . so much fun. Blake and I hit the haunted house which we swear is a lot more scarer than the American version (a lot of dead brides). Reid had a ba

ll. I think his favorite ride was the Pirates of Caribbean ride. And to finish the day we had dinner with all the Disney characters. It is fun to be a kid!

Normandy

One of Andy's goals on this trip was to visit the Nomandy beaches where the D-day invasion occurred. I must admit that I was not to excited about this part of the trip but decided to go along. To be perfectly honest I knew very little about World War II but sensed the somber mood that surrounded the beaches when we arrived. It was over cast and misty as we walked up the beach and Andy tried toexplain what had taken place on the very ground we walked on.

We then found a small french owned museum which contained a lot of memorabilia from the attack. But it was not until we watched a video that interviewed American war vets that I truly understood the importance of this area.

Looking around I was a bit disappointed with the way the American and French government had commemorated the men and women who died here. Aside from the small museum and one memorial, the beaches were pretty bare. I kept thinking "this is it?" Then Andy asked if we were ready to go to the American War memorial.

As we drove up to the American War memorial I w

as so proud to be an American. Well done USA! Well DONE! Everything was pristine, from the architecture of the museum, to the grounds of the cemetery. The land was on a cliff that over looked the sea and everyone that visited was overwhelmed with the sense of peace and respect

the area demanded.

The museum was interactive and very modern and the cemetery grounds were breath taking. The whole experience touched me in a way that I will never forget. I am very thankful for all the sacrifices the men and women in the military make.

Our scary chateau

Imagine this. . after a long day of driving my husband informs me that for the next four nights we will be staying in a french chateau. I was pretty excited but at the same time wondered what it will be like? Would we be the only ones there? How big will it be?

After driving on winding roads out in the middle of nowhere we finally arrive. It was amazing and at the same time spooky. The chateau was huge and located on a property with several other large buildings (stables, maids houses, outdoor kitchens etc). The nearest town was at least 15 minutes away.

We entered the main hall and was greeted by the caretaker who was checking in 4 other guests. wheww! There are other people and I quickly concluded that if anything happened to us, andy and I could run faster than they could. Lets just say this; it was like walking on the set of a scary movie. Mannequins all over the house, cobwebs in the corners, the caretaker was an older balding man smoking a pipe, stray straggly cats EVERYWHERE and a room full of antique dolls that just stared at you! The caretaker i

nsisted that we pay him at check in and then showed us to our room where we found dozens of flies buzzing in the windows. He said that this is typical because the flies were attracted to the warm house. I kept looking for the dead body.

The next morning the chateau was much more charming. I woke up to a beautiful sunrise and the sound of the gardener working outside below our window. After a delicious breakfast of fresh croissants and hot chocolate Reid and I explored the grounds. (Andy went to pick up Blake from the airport). We found a few ponies, and a beautiful old building that could have been used as a ball room. It was surreal as each building contained hidden treasures. . silver candle sconces covered in cobwebs, and oversized stone fireplaces. I kept imagining what it would have been like to live in such a place. I asked the caretaker who used to live in the house and he gave me a book on the history of the manner. It turns out that it was owned by a french family and then during the war was taken over by the Germans and used as a Nazi boy's camp. They used to train children here to become nazi soldiers! I could hardly believe it!

The next night Blake and I decided to explore the chateau at night during a thunderstorm (i promise we are that stupid). Lets just say we got so freaked out by all the hidden halls

blocked off rooms and those darn mannequins that we quickly ran back to our wing of the house like scared school girls. After 2 nights in that beautiful yet terrifying house we decided to find a hotel closer to Paris. When we explained our situation to the caretaker he said that this often happens and that he would not refund our money. We thought for a moment about all the wasted money and then quickly decided that it was still time to leave.

That is truly a memory I will NEVER forget.

France day 4 and 5

Today we traveled to Lyon. This city is known for teaching chefs and is a great place to have a cheap yet outstanding French dinner. We ate well, shopped well, and then moved on the next morning.

France Trip Day 3

Today we traveled to Nice and Antibe. Unfortunately it rained most of the day so I am not sure if we experienced the exotic "French Riviera" that everyone loves, but we tried to make lemonade. We shopped, went to art museums, ate lunch in a cozy cafe and shopped some more. In Antibe the clouds parted for a bit and we were able to go to the beach and take pictures. That was fun and I think I am starting to catch the photography bug. We are heading up north tomorrow and I am satisfied with all that we have seen in southern France. . . for now :)