The beginning of the Italian adventure...yee-haw.

This blog is just about observations I've made in the last 14 years since I moved here. "Here" is in the southern part of the province of Brescia, outside of a small town called Montichiari. I came from San Antonio, Texas, which I consider home.

I came here because I fell in love with an Italian cutie. Two years younger than me, but he seemed so much more mature (Ha.Ha.) I had recently divorced my first husband and was living with my parents with my 2 year old daughter as I tried to finish university and work.


My idea of fleeing that life in Texas (and at the time, San Antonio seemed like the last place I wanted to be) was brought to realization when Mr. V. invited me to come live with him and bring my little girl. It was not a decision made lightly on his part. I was ready immediately.

Blah, blah, blah. I got here after visiting once without my daughter and once with her. We ended up in an apartment in the center of the city of Brescia, in the center-north of the country, near Lake Garda. The area was daunting. I'd never lived in a real city before, where parking was impossible to find, where gypsies were on the street, where I had to buy drinking water by the 6-pack in 2 liter bottles and carry home. Along with the other groceries.


I also had to enroll my daughter in a preschool, which is mandatory for kids from 3 to 5. No one spoke English, which was more a problem for me than for her. She was five and picked it up quickly.

Her school (scuola materna). The teachers and other parents were complete assholes to me, from January to June. No one ever tried to say hello or ask if I needed help. BRESCIANI.

Mr V., still just my boyfriend at the time, worked a job that took him away a lot. It seems that he was gone for four months out of that first year I was here. I had to learn the language quickly, and even though I had studied two courses of basics at uni in Texas, saying "Ciao" just isn't enough. I had to learn that to pay bills you go to the post office. There is not the practice of writing checks as is so common in the US. To buy Tylenol (paracetomol) or cough syrup, instead of going to the grocery store, you must go to the pharmacy (chemist's) and ask for it. I have to say, in these 14 years, at least that has changed a little. You still have to ask for it, but at least the chemist is IN the grocery store LOL.

So, at first it was little changes. Little annoying changes. I remember meeting a British woman who had been here for 25 years. She grabbed me by the shoulders and with a wild look in her eyes said "GO HOME! Just pack you bags and turn around. No man, no love, nothing is worth this hell." Wow. I though she was crazy.

Now I'm the crazy woman. I don't tell young women to go home. A person will do what he or she thinks is right at the time, but I pity them. I can only hope the future in Italia is going to get a bit better and that people here change. Because it's up to the Italians to stop this ridiculous mess of a country, it's up to them to stop complaining and blaming and it's up to them to change.

In the meantime, I'm going to take the piss outta this country as much as I can!

Taco Cabana on Pat Booker Road, Universal City, San Antonio outskirts...my fave restaurant for Tex-Mex. Universal City is attached to San Antonio, has a population of about 15,000 (has the USAF base of Randolph so people come and go continually). It has one main street (Pat Booker) and most of the area off the main street is residential, with private homes and many apartment complexes.

This is the street I came from....in the Sunrise Canyon subdivision. A lot better parking opportunities!

This is the street we moved to, Via Mantova, in a furnished apartment...culture shock??? No parking!

Overview of the city of Brescia, population just under 200,000, including all outlying towns in the provincial area.