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Spring Has Sprung!

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The smell of an outdoor grill, rising temperatures, strawberries-it must be Spring! I think we’re all fairly sensitive to the first signs of Spring. If you’re anything like me, you stand watch over those last days of winter like a predator just waiting to pounce on the first green bud of life. I’m not totally put off by the chill of our coldest season, it’s only that by the time March arrives I’m so ready for some tank tops, flip-flops and daily trips to the gelateria up the street.

Spring is my favorite time of year and not only because it’s when my birthday falls *ahem*april13th*ahem* but because I enjoy seeing the world come to life again. Everything around you is at its most sweet, vivid, and stimulating. All of that natural energy around me invigorates me, as if I’m fresh and new myself. It’s a wonderful feeling and one only Spring can bring me. It’s a much-needed interlude between the black ice and condensed breath of Winter and the suffocating, oppressive heat of Italian Summers.

I do try to be cautious when declaring that Spring has, in fact, sprung. Too many times I’ve found a wild flower poking it’s reckless little self out of the earth, just to be taken out by some freak ice storm-Winter’s last word.

My one there’s-no-way-it’s-still-Winter sign is when I look out the window and the sky is perfect, the sun “shines like the top of the Chrysler building”, and across the way on the balcony of the building behind us sits the most tan, overweight, diva in all of Italy-sunning in her tiny bikini feeling, herself, very much like a Spring chicken. A giggle to myself and a sip of iced tea and I’m ready for Spring in all her glory.


About eid2323

I've got a lot to say. I guess that's why most people start a blog, right? They've got thoughts, ideas, gripes, whatever, that they feel they must share with the world. Kind of egotistical, no? I mean, who's really going to read this? Am I so interesting that I can hold your attention over the rest of the world wide web? Strange to think that it could be possible. If you've read this far, you should know a little 'about me' as this portion is titled. Ok so, I live in Central Italy with my husband and daughter. He's an Italian citizen, I'm an American citizen which makes our baby...doomed, as well has a dual citizen. The cultures do more than clash. They kick, bite, and beat the crap out of eachother. You have to have a very worldly outlook to marry someone from another country. People around the world are raised very differently from one another. What's perfectly normal in one area of the world is cause for major concern in another. I stand in front of the fan to cool off when it's August and the heat is insane and the humidity keeps you sticky 24 hours a day. My husband is convinced I've some sort of superhuman powers to not have caught some serious illness by doing this. Sound senseless, it is. Italians are full of ridiculous beliefs that hold no ground outside the land of make-believe and nut-cases. But who am I to tell anyone that the sayings of their great-great-great Aunt Maria are bullshit? So I just listen and nod. Well that brings you a bit up to speed on my current situation, yeah? Ok so, read me blog now kiddies. Toodaloo!

2 responses »

  1. You’ve painted the most bright, vivid, funny (lovin’ the chunky diva!)word picture about spring….and lots of terrific phrasing….you hit the mark on this one, babe!!


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