The Epic Bicyclette Hunt Part 1

For two and a half months we are living near the very center of the medieval part of a small city. If we had a car, traffic restrictions are such that we would have to park at least 5 or 6 blocks away. Only taxis, local traffic, handicapped, and emergency vehicles are allowed to drive in our area, and there is virtually no parking available. We decided even before arriving to forgo living with a car, and rely solely on public transit, our own locomotion and the occasional taxi.

When we arrived and got oriented enough, we realized that we needed a bit of something more than our own feet and the bus and train, at least for the little ones who weren't so used to walking so much. At the merest mention by some of our friends of a bike shop nearby that sold inexpensive used bicycles, we decided that would be the best way for us to get around in our new (short-term) home. Okay, so then we just buy some bikes, right?

Well........not quite. The bike shop was reputed to be adjacent to the train station, an easy landmark we all new. My Man had a quick look for it on the way to or from work one day and didn't locate it. So the girls and I had a quick little look for it on the way to Esselunga (the grocery supermarket here) which is nearby the train station as well. We didn't find it either, but again, not really a serious look. So after I got home, later that night I looked it up on Google Maps, pinpointed the location and set out armed with a map and my adventuresome girls a few days later, determined to find it.

We left at about 11:30 AM, usually a disasterous time to depart for anywhere for us, due to a slightly hypo-glycemic disposition that everyone in our little family shares. We were on a mission, so we went anyway. Bravely going where no hypo-glycemic Canadian has gone before! We walked for about twenty five minutes to the pinpoint on the google map. Nothing. It was a faceless, windowless office building. No shops there. Okay well maybe the pin point isn't that accurate, so lets walk around the block, along the narrow medieval road just behind the office building and see if its over there. Definitely more likely. Again, nothing. Although there was a middle-school getting out for the midday siesta break, and the road was crowded with boisterous Italian kids all wearing the same backpack in different colours.

Bracing myself for the imminent disappointment combined with hunger I thought would be coming from the girls, I gently suggested we head home for lunch and try again another day. I was impressed to notice their cheerful, relaxed and flexible moods; and tried to give them every possible positive affirmation for how great it was to explore with children who were so cheery. I think it was them that saved me from having a sense of failure about the bikes; and it was probably because of that that as a family we decided to spend our oh-so-precious Saturday time together acquiring bicycles.

My Man and I had written off the train station bike shop as mythical, and instead he looked up a couple others, wrote down their names, hours and addresses, marked them on our map and again we set out. This time we hopped on a bus bound for an area East of town that wasn't even on our map. We happened upon a bike repair shop within the first few blocks of our journey (before we even got on the bus), hoping they also sold the occasional bike. We asked if they sold any, but the fellow there spoke no English and in our very limited Italian, we understood that we should come back a different day (for someone who did speak English or for available used bikes?). We then walked for about twenty minutes (crossing the lovely canal below on the way) before we even found the bus stop, but find it we did. Victory number one! After waiting for fifteen minutes, and assuming the bus very late or not running for some reason, we had victory number two, we got on it!

Between the two of us we looked after the children and simultaneously followed what map we had and the numbered addresses and street names quickly flashing by. My man figured out that we were at the right spot, so we quickly hopped off the bus. Victory number three, there is a bike shop across the busy street! We scan ahead for a cross walk (it is scary enough crossing Italian streets with them, I would definitely avoid trying without!) and see one quite close by. We skip up to it, cross over and skip down to the shop. It is closed. There are two men outside it, one of whom looks a bit proprietary. So we ask, "aperto?" The other man, noticing our inadequate Italian, starts speaking to us in English (what a relief!) and assures us that his friend is indeed the shopkeeper. He translates for us and his friend the shopkeeper reopens the door (it is still within his opening hours), and discusses what we are looking for with us.

Unfortunately he only carries high-end new mountain bikes, and hundreds of Euros seems a lot for a bike we won't take home with us when we go. He does have one pretty shiny pink used women's city bike for 70 Euros, but that is a bit more than what we were hoping to pay and there are no children's bikes at all. My eldest is confident on a bicycle, and there really is no point in me getting a bike until we can find one for her, and a bike seat for her little sister. The guys are both really helpful and go so far as to point out another shop on the other end of town we should try. They give us the name and directions and even write out a note saying what we want (in Italian) for us to take with us, knowing they speak no English over at the other shop. So we say 'grazia' and head out to go back home via bus. Then they go above and beyond, and our kind translator offers us a ride to the covered bridge (near where we live and the gateway to where the other shop is).

It is so generous and we are tired and he seems respectable, so we gratefully accept the ride. We get to know him a bit better on the way and find out that he runs a business manufacturing bra parts, and earns a living at it despite the stiff competition from the Chinese. He learns we are Canadian and has actually been to Canada, but not to BC. He hopes to go to our beautiful home of Vancouver Island one day for all the good mountain biking. At the end of the ride we thank him profusely again and walk away for a gelato before we go for another long walk, one friend richer.

Gelati in hand (at dinner time, prior to eating) and tired Sparkle on my back we cross the bridge feeling ever hopeful.......

Next instalment coming soon! And I am looking for pictures for this one too.

A Sojourn in Switzerland

One week after arriving here in Pavia, my Man's work called for him to be in Zurich, Switzerland for a couple days, so the girls and I decided to go to Switzerland as well, during the same period and into the weekend. Our family is definitely still learning about combining educational/leisure travel with work travel, as well as navigating travel by train in Italy. Language is definitely a barrier we are learning to work with, too. So in other words, it was quite a challenge to get out the door and to the platform with tickets, but once we were on the train things smoothed out considerably. We took one train from Pavia to Milan, and then parted ways. My Man got on a train with colleagues bound for Zurich, and the girls and I got on another bound for Geneva, but got off in Lausanne, near wheresome rather new friends live. It was in the evening, after dark, so we got there late at night (after a significantly delayed arrival as well). The route took us directly over and in some cases, through, the Alps, so we missed quite a bit of amazing scenery. There was very little to prepare me for what I saw when I woke up in the morning, from our bedroom window at our friend's house:

I was in the middle of the Lavaux vineyards, a Unesco world heritage site, and there was Lake Geneva expanding into the distance. Later that day the girls and I went for a walk through the vineyards, down the hill into the village.

There, at the recommendation of our host, we found a great little playground right by the lake. We had popped in to a little grocery store on the way, and had some yummy snacks to enjoy while there, including coffee flavoured organic yogurt, a big treat for me!

Gelato, for Emma

Here is a nice yummy post for all of you, but particularly Emma because she is so keen on Italy in general and gelato specifically. One of the primary pleasures of having the good fortune to live in Italy for a spell is all the gelato. My Man's theory about why Italian food is so good is that they use the whole country for it. For instance, there is literally a couple gelaterias on each block in any downtown center we have been to, and only the Italian appetite for suchgelato could keep all those gelaterias in business, let alone producing freshly made gelato each day. The entire population loving it is part of what keeps the gelato so good. The best place in Pavia is right around the corner from our place and we went nearly every day the first week we were here. I have since tried gelato, or rather several gelatos, in Florence. This includes what is rumored to be their 'best' place as well - Vivo's Gelateria, which was pretty incredible. I also have now found a gelateria a 5-10 minute walk from our place, here in Pavia which has gelato made from organic milk, no artificial colorants, and made fresh daily. Really, it is all pretty yummy. There is definite flavour variation from place to place, but I am yet to have yucky gelato. Below is the organic or 'bio' place's display in Pavia on the left, and the most beautiful display we found in Florence (Firenze), right and bottom:

When you order you ask for a cono (cone) or cupeta (cup) of varying sizes and then get to choose 2 or 3 or sometimes more flavours. There are a huge variety of flavours and some really delicious combinations. My favorite combinations so far are fig (fichi) and pistachio, lemon (limone) and dark chocolate (ciccolato fondante), and pretty much anything with pear (pera), like a milky/caramely one, or milk chocolate or peach (pesca), and the very best (from Vivo's in Florence) pear, ginger, and blueberry all together. I also really enjoyed an orange chocolate flavour just by itself. The girls seem to really like yogurt (yogurta) or what we might call vanilla custard (crema) with strawberry (fragola), or mixed berry (fruitti di bosco), but have tried lots of others too, such as chocolate chip (Straciatella) or caramely crumb something or another (can't remember the name). My man tends to go for limone e cioccolato (lemon and chocolate) every time, in a valiant effort to compare one gelateria to another. Below left is the organic gelateria we frequent here in Pavia (yep that is pretty much the whole shop), left is my cup (cupeta) of fig and pistachio deliciousness, and below is a few flavours in their tubs just waiting for us.

We initially decided to have gelato almost every day as a family to ensure that our initial impressions of Italy had a better chance of being positive ones. Recently however, I have noticed that things are a lot smoother and more fun for the children (and therefore myself) if there isn't quite so many sugar highs and lows for them. I think we will continue to have gelato often, but maybe not every day....perhaps we will limit it to a few times a week instead. How moderate of us, hey? Below is Sparkle enjoying her creamy cherry gelato and Ladybug with her yogurta and panna cotta? Cannot quite remember the name, but it sure was good.

Hungry yet?

The Price of Tea in China

I have a confession to make. A couple days ago I spent 36 Swiss Francs (approximately equivalent in value to the US or Canadian dollar at the moment) on one bottle of really amazing balsamic vinegar, 250 ml. Have I gone crazy? Maybe. But we tried it at our friend's house and it was really really really good. I also bought this bottle topper that dispenses it in small droplets, so it should last. And all four of us really liked it. And we are all foodies to begin with. And we were in Switzerland where everything is hugely expensive anyway. The boutique we got it from was in Lausanne, right on lake Geneva. It is such a lovely town, I would happily go back, preferably with oodles of cash. The kind we got is on the left in the first photo. Check it out (and yes, that is indeed an olive oil chandelier):

I also just spent 5.15 Euros on 'American tape,' otherwise known as 'duct tape,' one roll. The US/Canadian dollar equivalent is roughly 7 dollars at the moment. In comparison, here in Italy, one tub of 254 g of Genovese pesto is 3.81, or 5.15 in North America.

Currency is a funny thing.

New Digs

I began this post just after we arrived here and now we are nearly at the three week mark. There seems to have been enough interest that some of you may still be interested in in hearing a more thorough description of our new set-up. As you walk down our narrow street (which still seems to be a fairly busy road some times of day), you pass some medieval towers that herald from a time when manliness was demonstrated with high structures. Oh wait, I guess that is still happening in our big cities. Anyway, maybe a block or less past these medieval structures is the door to Car College, which is open during the day and closed in the evening/night/weekend. During those times there is a tiny door (can you see it in the second picture?) in the huge the main door that we unlock and pass through and then pass through a gate as well and finally into the courtyard (this view is from our room).

We go up a tiny elevator or three flights of stairs to the second floor, which is actually the third, because the first floor is '0'. Then we walk into our hallway and go into one of two doors on the inner side of the building (facing the courtyard). We have two one-bedroom apartments right next to each other. We began our stay by shifting the two twin beds from one apartment's bedroom (now a work/guest room) into the living/dining/kitchen room of the other. So now on one side there is a bedroom, bedroom, bathroom apartment; and further down the hall on the same side is a mirror image of the same (with our adjustments), bathroom, work/guest room, living/dining/kitchen. The two bathrooms are identical except that they are a each half a room, so the bathroom in the 'living' apartment doesn't have a window. Every other room does, and they are huge, 8-10' tall and about 3' wide. The bathrooms are a curious example of European priorities, as they each are spacious and include a bidet, but have a tiny shower (I don't know how my Man fits in there) and no bathtub. Here are some pictures so you have a better idea, although I don't seem to have taken any of the second/'living' apartment. You get the idea of the kitchen from the one we don't really use in the girls' room. Actually, the door in that same picture is opened up to the hallway:

Mangiare!

Pavia seems to have a couple main drags here with shops ranging from pizzerias to high end fashion, boasting of fur coats priced in the thousands of Euros. A block or so away from us is an amazing gelateria that has all these fantastic flavors and a very Italian woman behind the counter. She chooses flavors for us because we fumble so badly with our poor Italian. Can't complain about any of her choices yet, and I hear it is the best place in town. So far I have eaten pasta and pizza for basically every meal, including home-cooked ones (here is my Man enjoying our first). Haven't gotten tired of it yet, but maybe I will. We scoped out a sushi place the other day to run off to if we do. There is a large supermarket a short bus ride away, but I have been mostly buying from all the little shops around the corner from me here in the old town. Bread shops, produce shops, fresh pasta shops, tiny markets, etc line the street just a short block away, in a very traditionally European way.

Castello

One cool thing we did during our first

weekend, was walk through town to the huge old castle, or castello, which has been converted to a museum. It was vast, it just seemed to go on and on, and it even had what seemed to have been a moat at some point (see the last picture). It was closed when we went, but it has some small amount of parkland around it. There was a little playground and some fairground type things, like a merry-go-round, mini train, bouncy trampoline thing etc. as well as a few areas with grass and shrubs and roses and benches. Some of the shrubs are pomegranate trees, I think. We will check out the museum(s) another day and let you know how it goes. Apparently there is a Matisse exhibit coming there soon.

Ahhh, Italy!

Things here are going pretty well. The girls are still a bit wrangy, so I haven't taken them out as much as I would like, but it has been at least once each day. The space we are in works pretty well and there are a couple other families here that are nice to have around. There was going to be a family with Italian children here but they moved out before we got here, so that is a little unfortunate. I am sure we will meet them at some point anyway, through my Man's work. It kind of feels like a mix between a condo or hotel and a dormitory for grown-ups here. A games room with foosball and ping pong in the basement, cobble stone courtyard, gym, reception, our room has high ceilings, everything is tiled, european efficiency kitchens, and very quiet. On ourfloor there's one Portugese guy that my Man works with, one Italian he works with, and an American family, one of whom he works with. There is an Iranian family a couple floors down. They are all really nice. There have been all kinds of folks coming to meet with my Man from all over. Yesterday we played host to a fellow from Australia and today a guy from Colombia. Tomorrow there is a Spanish man who lives in Washington DC who is here, and who I will meet at some point. Kind of international in scope, hey?

This town is a third the size of Victoria, B.C. but feels so much more urban. The landscape doesn't seem all that different from the prairies where I grew up, but the use of it is so vastly different. All the buildings are brick or stoneand the roads are all cobbled with river stones or brick or large stone slabs. They are built all squished together in that very Italian way, with beautiful ornamentation on the balconies and doorways. The streets are very narrow (in the old town part that we are in) and seem to be smaller than North American alleyways, although I am yet to find a dead end. Traffic is quite restricted, but the odd car still zips down them at a tremendous pace, leaving us to press up against the buildings while also looking out for dog poo. There is quite a bit of that. Everything opens up a bit as you get out of the old part of town, and it is just a few blocks to the river side, where we have walked a fair bit. There is a large stone and brick covered bridge that is a replica of a medieval one that got destroyed in the second world war. They used a bunch of the original stones from the old one in the reconstruction. I my jetlagged stupor the other day, I went for a run at sunrise along the river and caught my breath in the middle of the bridge, it was beautiful. There is much less greenspace in the downtown old city than we enjoy in most North American cities (finding a tree in the downtown part we live in is remarkable), but I imagine that in the end it leaves much more room for countryside than we North Americans do with our sprawl. It could also be that I don't know the city that well yet, to have discovered all the good parks and such.

The church that used to belong to the monastery that became Car College, which is still attached to our building

Airplanes and airports and taxis, oh my!

I last left off on our travel saga at the point at which I kissed all the exhaustion and drama of preparing for our trip 'goodbye!' Or rather, 'Ciao!' We said good bye to our lovely home on the West coast too, which always chokes me up a bit too. I knew my adventures were not over yet though, as I had more than nine hours of travelling ahead of me; with two children and no other adults. This is one of the points at which I was accused of being 'mental,' and in this case, my buddy was right. I originally thought it would be no problem, being that I had only recently endured a weather related travel hiccup that resulted in 21 hours hanging out in the Denver airport as the solo adult with my girls, both of whom had some sort of cold or tummy bug. If I can handle that, then I can handle a trip to Europe on my own, EASY. Right? Well, lets just say that yes, I can handle it, but that doesn't mean I ought to try. I had booked an overnight flight, reckoning that it would be better if they slept, all be it fitfully, and then we arrived in Europe in the afternoon and then went to bed after only half a day. This plan turned out to be a good one, but in execution it was pretty tough.

The tricky bits, for your future adventure planning reference were these:

Dilemma 1) il bagaglio

I wanted to avoid excess baggage fees, but be adequately stocked for living abroad for 4+ months as homeschoolers and prepared for two or three seasons at that. So I packed ruthlessly, keeping our large bags as light as possible (fees were by weight and quantity) and weighed them ahead of time (50 lbs or less, one checked per traveler). I checked the two biggies, and one carry-on size with all the heavy stuff squashed into it. We also brought with us one carry on and one personal item each. Carry-ons were one violin, one wheely suitcase (heavy), one large backpack. Personal items were one laptop, and two kid-sized backpacks. If I had to do it over (and unless I never leave Italy, I will), and went with another overnight flight, I would check most of what was in the children's backpacks (toys and crafts for entertainment mostly) and rely on the movies and maybe one or two little things I bring with me to keep them occupied. My friend sent me a great set of links a while ago, relevant to traveling internationally with children, and one of my favorite suggestions was to bring a bunch of wrapped little gifts (stickers, mini-books, beads, dollar store stuff) to reveal at relevant intervals. I have used that before and totally love it, but it mostly just works for daytime flights/car rides. A change of clothes and pyjamas for each of us did prove to be a good idea, as the girls' checked bags were rerouted for some reason and didn't arrive for two days or so after we got there. The hard part was hauling all our carry-on and personal item bags through two airports, two security checks with two cranky and tired kids. My back was still really sore from moving house, and all the heavy bags didn't help. At the first stop-over we literally walked all the way from one end of the airport to the other in one giant semi-circle…pretty far for little legs that were already tired.

Lesson 1: bring as little as possible ON THE PLANE but still make sure you have the essentials, change of clothes, valuable electronics etc. Rely on new experiences and electronic entertainment as the primary engagement for half-pints. If you are on your own with children and have great airport distances to cover, consider booking (ahead of time) space on one of those little cart things to zoom you from A to B and back again.

Dilemma 2) dormire

Sleep, or lack there of, was a bit of a stretch. My seven year old, Ladybug was totally pysched to watch a movie (Disney at that, which is a first for her, sort of), so I let her. That meant that she slept quite a bit less than she would have otherwise and was pretty tired for several days after. My little one who is four, Sparkle, passed out early on and slept for most of the long flight, but

fitfully, because she needed to have used the toilet first. It seems that whenever we travel I totally lose sight of our basic routine. I made the mistake of taking advantage of the huge movie selection available and watching one before resting. I was tired enough that I could have slept more if I hadn't. We were in a block of three seats, and I sat in the middle to keep the peace, which was the least comfortable for me, so I will have to try out some other arrangements next time. I will let you know when I figure it out. This image is of my own lap. Not much room for a tired mama other than vertical.

Lesson 2: Sleep as much as possible and then enjoy the entertainment if you are rested/unable to rest. That goes for kids too. As for comfort arrangements, making beds for small kids on the floor can help, but isn't a good solution if there is turbulence and the seat belt sign is on. I woke in quite a panic to rough turbulence and hauled Sparkle off the floor, much to her chagrin. I felt like a bit of an idiot after I woke up more and realized how much I had panicked.

Dilemma 3) immigrazione e non parlo Italiano

Next time I would study the immigration and border controls and relevant phrases a bit more thoroughly. I naievely assumed that it would be relatively simple to cross into Europe. I made the mistake of giving the officals the wrong 'permission to travel' letter from my Man that was months old and for a different trip, which confused them and me and made a bit of a hash of things. My Man and the girls and I do not share a last name, and we are common-law spouses in the first place, so in the end, even once I gave them the right letter, they wanted to see him to verify I wasn't travelling illegally with my own kids. I owe my Man thanks on that one, as he was eagerly waiting for us at the airport while all this was going down. They spoke some English, but not much and I speak almost no Italian (starting to learn though), so communication was tricky as well.

Lesson 3: I would recommend to have your paperwork in perfect order, get rid of old permission letters, and be sure to have current ones; learn the appropriate phrases for border crossings and make sure there is always someone to come and get you, a particular someone if possible.

All things considered, our trip went pretty smoothly. Now that I am six days in and mostly over jet lag, it doesn't seem like it was all that bad, but I have to give huge credit to the girls, who are turning into great little travelers.

Getting there is half the fun?

In which we prepare for our trip, and I learn a few things and work REALLY hard:

Wow. What a whirlwind! The first week of July this year we first discussed the idea of moving abroad, temporarily or permanently. The first week of August we decided it would be Italy for 2 1/2 months and then New Zealand for 1 1/2 months. The 18th of August we bought tickets to Italy and now it is the first week of September and we are here! Some of those dear to us have described us as "mental!" and there a many points at which I would have had to agree with them. But really, when someone offers you a temporary job in Europe and is willing to cover travel and accommodation your family, AND you already homeschool your kids, would any of you honestly say, "No thanks"?

Being in Europe is fantastic in many ways, as many can agree, but getting there with two children and a lot of loose ends to tie up is another story. Some say that getting there is half the fun, but I would have to correct that to "getting there is more than half the work". My Man was already a ping-pong ball going back and forth from west coast Canada to Europe, putting in long hours for the work that would bring us there so the rest of what had to be done to prepare our family to go had to be done by someone else. In this case that mostly meant myself. I really got started at the end of July, so that really only gave me a month or so. I significantly improved my skills at delegating and letting go of non-essential tasks through this time, and thanks to lots of helpers and lots of culling on the 'to-do' list, we finally made it!

We own our home, which I often lovingly refer to as our nonstop reno-project, and that meant that to arrange for occupation while we were away there were a number of outstanding renovations that needed to be finished to prevent damage to the house and provide a safe place for someone else to live. When you live in your own home you can put up with a dishwasher that starts with a screwdriver, or walls needing to be sanded, mudded and taped or painted, an unfinished kitchen, or floors with no baseboards. When you turn over that home to another person, no matter how trustworthy; you need to have something they can function safely in. As such, I hired out most of the remaining work to be done to a few capable and skilled carpenter friends of ours, who managed to complete all the essential items on the list about a week before we left. Early on I turned our house into a bunch of hyperbaric chambers to isolate drywall dust when the mudding and taping was getting done. We also had huge amounts of help from family and friends doing things like painting and installing a new dishwasher. I highly doubt that I would have been able to avoid postponing my trip without all the help. Thanks everyone!

The house aside, the 'to-do' list was very very long, with everything from finding a house-sitter to buying a laptop to arranging lodging abroad on the agenda. There were also all those silly little things that take up enormous amounts of time (and money) like arranging travel medical insurance, picking up prescriptions, dental appointments, turfing unwanted belongings and furniture, six months of miscellaneous recycling (from bottles to batteries and compact fluorescent lightbulbs), and moving a giant pile of dirt off the driveway. Again the huge amounts of assistance from family and friends meant that these things either got culled off the list or completed somehow. There are definitely some things I ought to have done and didn't, like testing the PIN numbers on my various bank cards to make sure they work; I hardly use cash at home. Or returning that tiny bit of wood that got broken off one corner of our daughter's rental cello so they can repair it. Or maybe planning for our time abroad a bit more, arranging visits from friends and family, places to see, things to do. etc. Figuring out what to do about travel while here, like renting a car or buying a train pass. But hopefully we will get to most of that soon, and I am sure the cello bit can wait or get sent back with a friend (yes it made it all the way to Italy).

At several points I genuinely wanted to throw in the towel and forget all the craziness. If it weren't for the large carrot of a lifetime wish for a trip to Italy getting fulfilled, I might very well have done so. That and the stick of all the money we spent on the tickets (even though they will hopefully be reimbursed), and not wanting to waste it. There were some very low points where even though I was working so hard I didn't have more than 5 or 6 hours a night to sleep, it still didn't seem possible to get all the essential things done. That was mostly after my Man left for Europe, about a week ahead of me to work and prepare for our arrival. At that point I gave myself permission to postpone the trip if I needed to, and that helped me chill out enough to get the rest of the list done. All our personal things got loaded into our 11'x7' office, we moved ourselves to a good friend's house, our renovations were completed, I packed, cleaned up the disaster our yard and carport had become, had last visits with family and long-time-no-see friends, and then left a few last minute things for friends to deal with on my behalf. I finally allowed myself to begin feeling excited on the day I left. It mostly counter-acted the nausea from the near constant anxiety of the previous few weeks of keeping track of everything we had to do and doing it. Getting in the cab for the airport I just kept reminding myself to take deep breaths. We were on our way at last! Again, enormous thanks and gratitude to all the friends and family who made this possible.

The most important thing is that we made it, and in one piece; but there are a few lessons I learned and can share:

Delegate, delegate, delegate! Constantly improve on your delegation skills and accept all help offered. REALLY. Ask those who don't offer, they are usually more than willing to pitch in.

Give yourself other options, or a back-up plan. I was a basket-case before I allowed myself to consider postponing the trip, and after that I just went nose-down, bum-up into the work and got it done.

Prioritize. Write a list of everything going through your head that needs to be done or researched or considered. Now you don't have to think about it, it is written down! Prioritize your list with highlighting urgent things, that have to happen now - like buying plane tickets, or going to the recycle center on the day it is open). Prioritize your list again by highlighting important things,that MUST happen for you to actually go, like buying plane tickets, or arranging travel medical insurance. Have another look at your list and focus primarily on the things that are both important and urgent, then go down the list and into the items either urgent or important, but not both and then on to everything else. This is a trick from GTD or "Getting things done" that I learned via my Man. I have a hard time with this one and tend to make things seem important and urgent when they are not. Like "clean fish tank" when it was actually at last arriving at a point of ecological stasis, and the water was clear. It took me until the day before I left to finally cull this one.

Have a sense of humor. When all else fails (and it just might), just laugh at yourself, at this ridiculously momentous task ahead of you and the temporary insanity with which you took it on. Another hard one for me, I tend to take everything much too seriously. Our girls help me with this one, as they tend toward the opposite end of that spectrum, as does my unofficially adopted sister....who just happened to visit a few days before I left, and of course, my Man.

Leave little things to look forward to along the way. Whether it is take-out from your favorite spot, a visit with a friend, a trip to the bookstore that you need to do anyway, or even just a quick call with your ping-pong ball of a Man, leave little things for yourself to look forward to each day (or more often). Mmmmm cookies. Whatever it takes, right?

Remember 'this too shall pass.' This is a good one for any tough situation.

Accept the strength you already posses, and require that energy to be present for you. This brings to mind a favorite quote of mine by Maryanne Williamson:

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

- Used by Nelson Mandela in his 1994 inaugural speech

And with that I will end for today. Next time I will tell you all about the actual travel part, and then comes the good stuff... description of our new digs in Italy.