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Sunday, May 30, 2010

Jewish in Tuscany


My son is graduating from Middle School and here in Italy, before going to high school, they must pass an exam. This exam, aside from State-given exams, requires the preparation of a mini-thesis for each subject. For history, Jordan must prepare Auschwitz, which means that Mommy must prepare the powerpoint presentation.

We are one of three Jewish families I know in the town where we live. Jordan will begin his presentation by saying, "I am Jewish." We not only work on educating about the cochlear implant, but we give a face to a religion that is practically non-existent in this predominately Roman Catholic town and country.

Although, there are Medieval hilltop towns that enjoy a history of Judaism like Pitigliano. Click here to read about it.



Last year, Jordan was Bar Mitzvahed in Siena...

We left for the Siena synagogue at 7:00 am, all six of us in my fit-five-person car, slammed in...really enjoyed that warm, cozy family feeling as Sofia Madyson's elbow jammed into my chin. Jordan looked handsome in a white button-down shirt and a pair of khakis with a kipa that I believe my step-father gave us before we moved to Italy.
My mom had prepared to wear a very pretty sleeveless black dress with black hose and heels, but when I saw it, I said, "Mom, this is an orthodox synagogue in ITALY and to arrive requires a mile and a half hike on cobblestone medieval streets...DO SOMETHING!!!"
The end result- she threw on a pair of black leggings and gold sandals and a spanish-looking shawl to cover her shoulders- God I'm sorry I don't have that downloading thingamajig. LMAO
I wore a long black skirt, black short-sleeved shirt and my grandmothers gold locket.
Just in case anyone was curious.

Okay. We arrived, still don't know how we did it, because my stepfather can't walk, at 9:00 am. The rabbi greeted us, kissed Jordan's cheeks, exchanged mazel tovs and started the Shabbat Service. There was another Bar Mitzvah the same service, adorable boy, and until about 10:30 we were the only ones in the service. People arrived fashionably late.

Allow me to say this: we have cochlear implant radar. Obviously, my mom, Sofia and I were sitting on the opposite side of the synagogue from Luca, Eddie and Jordan, so every now and then we would send signals to communicate. I will say that Jordan can still read my lips like a champ, because I managed to scream at him a couple of times for being restless...wordlessly from across the synagogue. At a certain point, I see Jordan frantically trying to get my attention because an elderly man wearing a hearing aid and a cochlear implant entered the synagogue. I spent ten minutes screaming silently for him to walk over to the man to show him his- yes, in the middle of the service, because everyone seemed to feel free to say hi to everyone else within the service, but Jordan was too shy.

Then the man left the room to walk outside and Jordan got up his courage to go and talk to him...keep in mind, this is his Bar Mitzvah- very laidback atmosphere and friendly. He spoke to the man, who received his implant from Prof. Martini in Ferrara and returned smiling from ear to ear. Cochlear implant moment.

Then....................................................................the Rabbi motioned for Jordan to come up to the Bima and my stepfather followed. As I told everyone in other posts, this was a symbolic Bar Mitzvah, reading from the Torah was not possible as Jordan had never studied Hebrew, so he was responsible for reading the prayer before and after the Torah reading. Read 'em like a champ!

*I cried*

It's just one of those moments where you sit back and think...I never ever in a million years thought my deaf son would be able to speak at his Bar Mitzvah, then the flashbacks slam you and the whole thing becomes overwhelming. Combine that with thoughts of my Pop and I had no chance. At one point the Rabbi from Florence, which is the head synagogue site of Tuscany, covered Jordan with his Tallis to bless him. I looked at my mom, she looked at me and I started digging for the kleenex.

We didn't understand a word of the entire ceremony, it was all in Hebrew. But there was a lot of love and faith in that room and some things go above and beyond language.

After an incredible kiddush...Jordan had fries at McDonalds.

*Smile*

Friday, May 28, 2010

The Yellow-Brick Road


Argentario- (40 minutes from my house:-D)
An Italian facebook friend wrote this as his status: People ignore you and treat you like a toilet...they're terrified and take it for granted that you will never succeed. They never smile at you.

Light and happy comment.

There are moments in life when you see exactly where you want to arrive. You have a plan and the most frustrating thing is when others set roadblocks...not normal roadblocks-lead blocks.

Strategies:
1. Smile first and they will smile back.
2. Make a plan, believe in it and stick to it.
3. There are times when you must deodorize the stench, and times when you must smell back.

Happiness IS contagious. Self-confidence IS evident and inspires people to believe in your plan.

Italian drivers are crazy, so when in Tuscany, proceed with caution.

The further down the road you manage to drive, and the near-misses of suicidal lions and tigers and bears that cross your sturdy path teach you to drive with caution, be aware of speed detectors and learn the curves. Know that when you reach your destination - distracted here and there by a fascinating poppy field who introduces you to vintage wine, regardless of the fact that the air-conditioning broke in the 105° heat, you drove miles on a flat tire and ran out of wiper fluid so that your window is a collection of insect blood- when you catch your eye in your rearview mirror...

You see yourself as you have never before seen yourself.

And you reach that destination, baggage in hand, smile on face.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Gone With the Wind...Festival




















Saturday I broke free from my computer and headed for the beach...I found this man jumping in the middle of the sea and a huge festival in Marina di Grosseto! Unfortunately, as soon as I put my toe in the sand, it started pouring, so I had to leave.

Later that night.....

Drama at the disco! My friend and I went to see a hot man shake his thing at Latin American night. He was a superstar, but the demonstration was long, so my friend and I went upstairs. She hopped the cube and I stood by the side. At a certain point, I looked behind where we were dancing to see a little man pull a very long knife out of his pants. So, I jumped on the cube, heard a tremendous "Straaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppp!"- so much for my pants-and told my friend not to move. The fight ended, no one got hurt. The bouncer confiscated the very long kitchen knife and we resumed dancing.

The next day we hit the beach- amazing day- and this is what happened...





We ended the weekend at our favorite pizzeria where we had Pizza with
-mozzarella
-stracchino
-fresh tomatoes
-rocket lettuce
-speck
and spicy olive oil....

Amazing, amazing weekend in Maremma.

(I have to add that as I'm posting this, the door to my house is open. There is a small group of people congregated in the court by my house. They are singing the AVE MARIA- strangest thing...)

Friday, May 21, 2010

Bean Soup and Book Tuscany...The Dollar Rises


Stranded in Tuscany is not the absolute worst thing in the world. Wine, cheese and nutella do wonders for a trapped American Mamma. The man who gifted me the fresh eggs suggested a wonderful recipe of bean soup- he was warned that I am a disaster in the kitchen and is trying to help my desperate self...

Bean soup recipe- Lil Taste of Tuscany for Two

Throw one big potato, one onion and one carrot in the food processor with a couple of teaspoons of olive oil (Italian- not the cheap Spanish stuff)
Fill a pot with water and boil for half an hour
Add one can of beans, a piece of Rosemary (I have a garden full of that stuff), salt and pepper.

Continue cooking and add short pasta.

The beans may be substituted with peas, chick peas and clams and shrimp.

I'm considering blowing up my kitchen to cook some bean soup for my kids.

In any case, now that the dollar is getting stronger compared to the weakening euro and if I push Tuscan vacations by emphasizing how many pairs of shoes you can now actually afford....I may remain trapped, but I won't be alone!


So...check it out and click it up! And if you're interested, send me an email: jodi@rallycaps.net

Title: TUSCANY FOOD & WINE TOUR

Period: Package valid all year
Price: TOUR FROM € 499,00 PER PERSON
Description:

1ST DAY Arrival in the afternoon Hotel La Palma: Check in, welcome cocktail, accomodation in room.
Dinner and overnight stay.
2ND DAY Breakfast and visit to the Medieval village of Capalbio, oil tasting in the ancient oil mill, lunch at restaurant with typical Maremman products.
Return to the hotel for a short rest. Transfer to Porto Ercole for a waterfront promenade in the late afternoon. Typical seafood-based dinner.
Return to the hotel and overnight stay.
3RD DAY Breakfast and transfer to Magliano in Toscana, free time to visit the village and walk around the ancient walls, which offer a breathtaking view of Argentario, Giglio Island and Talamone Gulf. Transfer to an innovative winery, near Magliano in Toscana. This ingenious architectural construction was recently built by one of the most renowned Tuscan families of the wine world. Accompanied by the wineproducer, you will visit the estate, observe vinification methods and peek inside the barriccaia, the "treasure room" where the wine sleeps, in special barrels, for long periods of time. The visit terminates at the guesthouse where you will test 3 different types of wine by enjoying some special testing such as: cheese, salami and other delicacies. Transfer to Pereta, visit the village and the tallest tower in Maremma!
Return to the hotel, dinner and overnight stay.
4TH DAY:Breakfast and transfer to Porto Santo Stefano to board a ferry for Giglio Island. Arrival at Giglio Harbour, meeting with the guide and transfer (by public bus) to Giglio Castle, surrounded by impressive walls, visit to San Pietro Apostolo Church.
Seafood-based lunch in a charming restaurant with a sea view. Transfer to Giglio Harbour, Waterfront Promenade with shopping, return ferry to P.S. Stefano. Return to the hotel, dinner and overnight stay.
5TH DAY Breakfast and transfer to Talamone, free visit to the characteristic harbour constructed in rock. Late-morning transfer to a horse farm near Talamone just inside the Regional Park of Maremma.
Homemade Lunch served with typical farm products. In the afternoon possibility to observe a demonstration of how the horse trainer breaks in horses. Return to the hotel, dinner and overnight stay.
6TH DAY Breakfast and transfer to Orbetello; visit to the center and boat trip to Orbetello's famous natural oasis. Lunch with typical lagoon products in the historical company of Pescatori "fishermen".
Departure.
Additional Information
- ***Hotel Accomodation, double rooms with private bathroom
- Group discount: 1 free for every 25 paying
- Individual rate net
- offer valid from February to June and from September to December
- July and August upon request
- ****/*****Hotel Accomodation quotation upon request


The fee includes:

- Full board from dinner on the first day to lunch on the last day, beverages included
- Celiacs menu available upon request
- Return ferry ticket from Porto Santo Stefano to Giglio island
- Environmental tourguide at Giglio island
- horse break
- Orbetello's lagoon boat trip
- ensurance and IVA
- h24 assistance


The fee does not includes:

- Entrance to Museum and Aquarium
- Tranfer on Giglio island ( 1.80 euro o/w to pay on the pubblic bus)
- optional insurance, local transfers, tips and extras in general not included in "what is included"

Documents: ID

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Deep Thoughts Under the Tuscan Rain


It has rained something like 20 out of the past 24 days, yet every now and again the sun makes a brief appearance and I dance.

Fact: I am an independent mother of two.
Fact: Married men in this country seem to have no idea as to what the gold band on their finger symbolizes. I remind them.
Fact: When you reach a certain age, you have more of a chance of being blown up by a Kamikazee than finding love.(My ex gave me that little piece of information)
Fact: People hang their clothes in Tuscany and do not have dryers...I don't think they're forbidden, so I can't get the concept.
Fact: Children wear smocks to school until the fifth grade. White for girls, black for boys.
Fact: Fascinating Italian men are more fascinating than fascinating American men because their genes are more historically developed. I sometimes find myself lost in the middle of conversations about Geography, History and Art.
Fact: Italian schools are old, cracking and boring, but they supply you with the information necessary to hold a conversation with a fascinating Italian man.
Fact: Freedom is a state of mind.
Fact: There is absolutely nothing wrong with being an independent mother of two in Tuscany, especially when you add American to the equation.

Monday, May 17, 2010

To the Mountain!

I have been living in Tuscany for thirteen years. As far as driving goes, this is what happened. The first year I moved here, I could drive using my international driver's license. At the end of that year, according to Italian law, I could drive no more unless I took driver's education for the second time in my life and the Italian driver's test. I paid one thousand euros to re-learn how to drive, so that I could drive in a place I'd been driving in for a year.

*Welcome to Italy*

Then, something strange happened. I became so used to driving the narrow streets of Tuscany and dodging cyclists and scooters that when I returned to the US of A and the six-lane highways, I began having panic attacks. These panic attacks prevented me from driving long distances around Tuscany...until yesterday.

*Smile*

I overcame my fear, packed my daughter in the car and headed for the mountain, a small town called Santa Fiora, where my good friend had a motorcyclist event.

This was the view from my car as I not only drove, listened to music and talked to Sofia, but managed to whip out the camera and shoot the shot!

Welcome to Santa Fiora!

We entered inside a Medieval kitchen that had been transformed into a modern mess hall, where we chowed down with some Italian coldcuts, polenta and wild boar (Sofia ate that, I declined) and roasted something.


Then, we took a walk around the center and saw a famous motorcycle that won a famous championship:-D

Peeked down narrow medieval side streets...


And visited the local ice-cream parlour for some...


Smurf gelato!!!!!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

And The Psychic Said...


There have been critical times in my life when I have seen pyschics. I don't seek them out, they kind of pop in at particular moments. I went to see this woman who lives in the Tuscan countryside - beautiful day, Tuscan hills and sunny breeze- I sat down at this tiny table and listened to what she had to say.

She told me that my life was in total chaos, that I needed to forget about men for a while because I attract all the wrong types and to concentrate on my kids. (She should only see my disaster of a house)She implored me to take them on a vacation.
I'm seriously considering it, only I'm limited to a tent:-D

She told me I had "the gift!"

(Note: if you're thinking of doing Tuscany this summer, click here for travel ideas)

In regard to men...I'd like a little something like this:


Excerpt from
The Bridge Across Forever
~ Richard Bach ~


A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we're pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we're safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we're two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we've found the right person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.

Not asking for much...
*Smile*

Today, a wonderful thing happened. I went for my usual cappuccino and croissant with peach marmalade and hung out with my friend to soak some sun and girltalk, when a friend of mine approached with a vase. He said, "Jodi, these are for you!"

*Half a dozen fresh eggs ripe from the hen!!!*

Hope is the last to die here in Tuscany...

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Stop and Smell the Sunflowers...


This morning I exchanged a couple of text messages with a friend.
She told me that a good friend of hers had passed away from lung cancer.
I wrote: "What is her name?"
She responded: "Was"..."Sarah".
I replied: "This is just my opinion, but I'm pretty sure her name is still Sarah."


My favorite English teacher once told me never to use passive voice in my writing. I have since applied that rule to my life.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Caffè, Cappuccino Mousse and Castiglione della Pescaia

Three nights ago, I had dinner with two of my good friends and we decided to spend Saturday afternoon together for the first time in I have no idea how long.

*A day out with the girls*

We stopped in Follonica for a bit, then headed to Castiglione della Pescaia for some gelato. Beautiful day...finally the sun peeked it's frustrated head out of the rain. After the gelato, my friend called a friend who asked us to meet her at a bar for a coffee.

Here we are...

And this is the coffee...only it wasn't a normal espresso-it had a dip of frozen cappuccino mousse inside and I think I have never- and I've been living here a loooooooooooong time- had an espresso like this one!

As we made our way back to the car, we stumbled upon this:



And this:

A Medieval Festival..........gotta love Tuscany:-D I believe in reincarnation, past lives, etc., but I can't quite figure out if I can see myself in one of these ...

In any case, a day out with the girls = deep moment.

The conversation changes so quickly from subject to subject with each of us living a particular moment in our lives that it's like completing a crossword puzzle on the beach at sunset: a conversation combination of kids, work, love, laughter, sex and sun, so that when you finally return home- the fact that you don't always find the right word to fill in the blank...is secondary to the power of that sunset.

Summer Camp(ing) Tuscany

Okay, when it comes to vacations, give me a five star hotel, room service and a beach with frozen margaritas at the snap of an itch...........but, there's also a side of me that would pitch a tent, roast some marshmallows and suffer a mosquito bite in some now-how-did-that-get-there spot.

I went to a summer daycamp my entire life and lived for the two overnights a summer, while my sister spent endless summers at sleepover camp and never stopped living the experience even during the schoolyear. I have never spent more than eight hours inside a camper in my entire life.

*Smile*

But the idea kind of intrigues me. There are camper-passionate people all over the world who hop in that thing and drive for hours to park it at a home base and TRAVEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, seeing the Italian campsite on the beach in the Tuscan hills was a nostalgic and magical moment.

Ok...........

This is where the tourists pitch their tents!!



This is a bungalow with an outdoor grill...





So I'm standing outside the bungalow wondering what it could possibly look like inside, when my friend grabs a key and opens the door...Check this out!!!










Crazy...

The next thing I did was to follow the sign...(Beach or bust!)


...Up a short cobblestone trail...


Until I reached the beach, where I spent twenty-five minutes until I had to head back for lunch...beach-campsite-style:




Great place for kids and adults who...get a little tired of the five star hotel scene.

Click here for more details!

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Men and Gelato

Empty Cones begging to be filled.

Lots and lots of Gelato on really hot, steamy days.

Thousands of hungry-for-gelato tourists in Tuscany.

My first time in Florence I had the brilliant idea of ordering a waffle cone. They packed it with about ten different flavors and 14 euros later I was lickin' that thing as if it were liquid gold.

Everywhere you turn, Gelaterie, ice-cream stores with outdoor displays of the creamy stuff- that look so damn good- from fruity to creamy flavors that scream for you to stop and taste. Bright colors, rich chocolates...impossible to choose. So, you try a different one every day until you finally find your favorite three flavors. It is so difficult to choose just one flavor when you have so many options.

My friend once told me that every woman needs three men to make one complete man. I'm still contemplating this idea, but for now I'm working on the gelato.

Piece of advice number 1: Go for the three scoop gelato cone- price= 3 euros max

Tuscany teaches you... to pay that high price once, and if you're really stubborn- twice...then you swallow the gelato and travel on.

Photo c/o: Greg Abramowitz

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Tuscany VIP

I have lived in Tucany for thirteen years, and it's as if I've never seen it. So, when I saw this lone bamboo structure in the middle of a practically deserted beach in Capalbio, I...




...took a deep breath and put my foot in the sand.







*AMAZING*

I sat there, alone, deep in my thoughts for about twenty minutes of intense sunshine, before I picked myself up and walked the line where the water hits the sand.

*Brrrrrrrrrrrrr*

And this is what I saw...


I continued my walk and stumbled upon a beach establishment also known in Italian as a "Bagno", but not just any beach establishment- "THE" beach establishment in Capalbio. L'Ultima Spiaggia means- "The Last Beach", but it's also an idiomatic expression meaning- this, my friend, is your last chance!

And as you know, every VIP Beach Establishment comes equipped with some smokin' lifeguards...and here they are!!!!!! Carlo Alberto and Roberto...So, I asked them for some dirt on why the place is so famous and they said that certain places in Tuscany, specifically Maremma in Tuscany, have been secluded for use by Politicians, Film Stars, Fashion Icons. In fact, there are about 20 miles of beach that have never been developed, surrounded by the Mediterranean underbrush and World Wildlife Federation Oasi. Because it is such a secluded and private spot.........

*PARTY ON THE BEACH*

My two new friends told me that the hotspot was famous for dancing barefoot until midnight when everyone breaks for the water..

*Smile*

I'll be returning...

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