I'm Hot.

Literally. My fan says it all.

Thanks to my dear friend Emilia for such a descriptive fan, which has also been a lifesaver on this trip.

Now I moved quite a few Americans of Scandinavian descent over to the hot and spicy Mediterranean, and we’ve all been melting this week. 

But that hasn’t stopped us! And despite the nearly hundred -degree weather, we’ve collectively hit up several cafes, taken scooters around the city, visited all the museums (including the Egyptian Museum. Did you know it’s the second largest in the world after Cairo??) And we also had an extremely sweaty but very fun night at my friend Manuela’s bar, where my dad hosted a get/together for is all. We’re thriving in the heat over here!!

It’s been a crazy surreal weekend for me, having so many people I love from different parts of my life in one place. The only thing I can compare it to is when you’re having a wedding. I love looking at the pictures later to see random people who may have never met having new interactions.

Makes my heart happy.

So now off to figure out the final details for the big party tonight. See you there!

My first guest is here!

 

Karen is here!! She's the first to arrive. It was so much fun going to the airport and seeing a familiar face! The last time she was with me in Italy was in 2000...so it's been 24 years!! That sounds so crazy.

She and I checked in to our awesome AirBnb, which is a super historic building just off Piazza Castello. They had ancient doors that they had to show us how to use, and it's enormous. 

See that door behind Karen?

Anyway, we quickly threw down our bags and went in search of food...it was past lunch time, but we found a bar in Piazza Carignano that fed us sandwiches, and more importantly--Pornstar Spritzes!! We couldn't resist the name, and had to order them, of course.

So I'd say the weekend is off to a good start!

There's a Little Green Crocodile in My Drink

 And I mean, this might have been the "rose" of my day, which has otherwise been a bit thorny.

(Do y'all know that concept? Sophie at the dinner table used to ask us for the "rose" or highlight and "thorn" or low point of our days.)

So this is a Rum Cooler, which is one of my favorite summer cocktails in Italy, run to try one subito, and they put a little gummy crocodile on it as a garnish. I mean, I would have laughed, but I was so hot and exhausted at that point that I even forgot to eat the little guy up.

So let me backtrack...this morning seems ages ago.

I got up again this morning deciding to go on a run, but this time I didn't even manage to get my shoes on before it was all derailed.

Somehow the morning got sideways between a series of events that included broken gates, gas technicians, kids with busted cars, laundry, emails, credit cards--you name it, and I had to catch a train at 11 for Torino, so running is once again put off. Maybe tomorrow. But I doubt it.

So I get to Torino, Emilia picks me up and we go to the hair salon so I can get my roots done before my party this weekend. And they did a great job! Although I just will not get over non-air conditioned salons, especially when they start applying a blow dryer. When I got up out of my seat at the salon, I and the chair were soaking wet with sweat, but somehow, my hair looked great!

We were then going to grab some lunch, but the lunch place next to us closed, and by now it was 2:30 and I had a million errands to run before my train home--including one I really wanted to accomplish, which was finding something to wear to my own party on Saturday.

But alas, this was not in the cards. And although we went to at least 8 stores, I found no dress. Don't judge me when you see me in the same black dress I wear in every photo or the tomato-colored dress I wore to Agnes' 50th. You've been warned.

And by the way, running around Torino in 95 degree humid weather does not make for a good time. I mean, wait!! You're all coming here. Shit. Yes it DOES!! It makes for a great time. 

But I'll tell you what. I felt a bit dejected when I boarded the train for Pinerolo at 6 pm. Hot, sweaty, tired, no dress, but a bottle of some sort of hair serum I was convinced to buy at the salon, starving, as I hadn't eaten all day...

So when Hans told me he'd be late to pick me up, because he was in a meeting at the pub that was running long, I told him I was going to the bar and I'd text him which one. 

Which is how we get to the little green crocodile drink, because I hied my bags and sweaty body a kilometer down the street to Da Vinci bar, sat down, threw down my bags, and ordered a Rum Cooler.

And that was the rose of my day, although we did have a nice meal out afterwards, which was before we got home to the still broken gate, water flooding the yard, and the electricity going out while I was in the shower.

I think I'll go running tomorrow.

A Day of Dead Goats and No Reservations

 Kind of sounds like an Anthony Bourdain show, doesn't it?

Today was the longest day ever, and although it started out rough, it ended on a high note. 

Let me explain.

This morning I woke up, bleary-eyed at 8 am after staying up until 2:30 organizing things for the party, got on my running shoes, because I somehow think I can get in shape before my party this Saturday, despite downing spritz after spritz on a daily basis, and opened the door to see a dejected Hans with his head in his hands.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Bruno's dead" came the response.

Bruno is a little black pygmy goat, and the companion to Olga, who is a little brown pygmy goat. 

"Oh shit" I said. Now I'm assuming Hans' dog "Spank," a dog of dubious origins who was kidnapped by my friend Emilia and deposited at Hans' house a couple of years ago (but that's a story for another day). was the culprit, as he has been known to be a sort of killer. I think the count is 3 rabbits, 2 cats, 1 hedgehog and multiple mice. He's quite proud. And so, I figured that Bruno had succombed to Death by Labrador.

"How?" I asked.

"Drowned," said Hans.

What the actual....drowned??? How the heck does a goat drown? But he did. He apparently slipped and fell into the pond in the night and couldn't get out. So poor Bruno was no more. 

Now even writing this, I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry. I mean, I have to admit, it sounds pretty damn funny--dead goat who drowned in the night. But Hans is an animal LOVER, and this was his 9 year old daughter's pet, and so, it was decidedly NOT funny, but fairly tragic, and the day was quickly derailed as we dealt with burials and funerals and tears and whatnot.

Luckily, I had an escape route. Not that I wanted to fink out of the goat drama, but I mean, yes, I did. So I was glad to have the excuse of going to Sophie's dance performance tonight out by Asti, an hour or so from home.

I had to pick up my sister in law, Vanessa, and her boyfriend Marco 2 (as not to be confused with her brother, Marco 1) in Torino, drive out to the Monferrato region, meet up with Marco and his girlfriend and his parents, check into a hotel, go get Niccolo and his girlfriend and Sophie's roommate from the train station, meet my friend Emilia and her daughter Elena, and get to Orsolina to watch the show. Cool. We had all afternoon, it was sunny and hot, and our hotel had a pool. Vanessa and I had big plans for spritzes poolside.

So I gave Hans one last sympathetic goat hug, hopped in my car and made for Torino.

And all was well. I picked up Vanessa and Marco, and we happily chatted and gossiped all the way to Cossombrato, where our hotel was, excited to go to the pool and relax a bit. And when we got there an hour latere, it was a beautiful place, with wedding preparations going on, and a beautiful pool in their garden.

We went up to the receptionist and gave her our name. "It's a large party with 5 rooms," I said. "Last name is Cucco."

The receptionist's face went white.

"But that reservation was canceled!" she said.

"Cancelled?" I said, rather loudly. I looked at Vanessa, she looked at me, picked up her phone, and called Marco's girlfriend, Roberta. 

Soon we had all levels of drama. Desperate receptionist and her manager flipping through reservation books, Vanessa yelling at Roberta, who was yelling at Marco. Me, speed texting the same Marco, and Marco 2 laughing and pulling out a cigarette.

Turns out the reservation had been canceled, but this is Italy, and so the receptionist quickly procured a bottle of wine and some homemade salami for us, and we happily drowned our sorrows while plotting our next move.

In the end, we discovered that Marco had canceled the original reservation and reserved a place elsewhere, only he never sent the new place to anyone, so we didn't know that had gone down.

But we were pretty sad to say goodbye to our pool and our nice receptionist who gave us free wine to apologize for canceled reservations that were not their fault, and hop in the car to drive to the new place which was 40 MINUTES AWAY! 

Our nice relaxing afternoon had just gone the way of the dodo, as we'd need to drive there, check in, I'd need to drop off Vanessa and Marco and drive 45 minutes back to Asti to get the kids from the train station and race to Orsolina.

However, all's well that ends well, and even though I am now writing this from a hotel room with no air conditioning and a fan that is making a whole bunch of racket, they do have an angry donkey and a hilarious turkey here, and Sophie's show was fantastic.

I was so proud of her!

Orsolina is an artist's refuge, and Sophie and her roommate Annika each spent a week dancing there. At the end of each week is a show set against a dramatic landscape, and it's too cool.

Her fan club!

It Does Take Some Organization

 I thought it would be fun to share a piece of my "itinerary" that I've been using to remember what is going on on which days, and who has to be picked up where and when...I am sort of terrified that I will forget a kid at the airport, leaving them stranded, or forget to book a hotel, or something else that may cause someone somewhere some temporary insanity.

So I'm living and dying by this spreadsheet right now:

I'm realizing I'm already well into the week, and that there are things on my to-do list that have not been to-doed. Done.  Like Airbnbs that need to be booked and Torino Survival Guide's sent to my friends and family. 

And I'm thinking of doing those things; I really am. I am picking up my sister and brother-in-law tomorrow to go to the countryside near Asti to see Sophie in a dance performance (she's been there this week at a dance intensive), and I could check into the hotel and buckle down. 

But probably, I will go with them to the nearest cute cafe, and sit outside with a nice Spritz and talk about doing those things.

Because after all--we're in Italy, and there's a reason why.

So cheers! And can't wait to see you all.

This Time, I'm Not Doing the Traveling.

 Well, since I'm writing this from Italy, I guess that's not really true. Only...Italy has become my second home. I keep a closet full of clothes at my boyfriend's house here in Pinerolo, and the linen closet in his bathroom has more of my toiletries in it than his. Just yesterday, he gave me my own remote to open the gate to his house. I mean, if that's not officially "living" somewhere, I don't know what is!

So I'm not really the one this time who is boarding a plane for an unknown place to head off on an adventure. 

Instead, all my family and friends are headed toward me!

As I type this, roughly 50 Americans (ok, there are some Austrians and French in that count) are packing or planning or actually headed to the airport to meet up with me in Torino to celebrate my 50th birthday. My Uncle Don is already here! I'm having a sort of crazy, surreal moment where my 2 worlds are crashing together in a few short days. 

So while I stress over things like, can I find balloons that match the Aperol Spritz theme of my party?? Answer: yes.

While I fret over things like the DJ showing up an hour into my happy hour and needing to play my own music for an hour...while I fuss over the growing number of people on my guest list and the 65% chance of rain at the moment the night of my party, or worry about actual important things, like my kids meeting my boyfriend for the first time, and what if it's not love at first sight??

While I do those things that Angie does, I thought I'd start blogging about the process that's happening to bring this crazy event together. Because in the end, this is an amazing moment where many of the people I care most about in this world are all coming together to help me celebrate what has been an amazing lifetime of love and adventure and fun!! I'm touched beyond expression, and I just know that I am the luckiest gal alive.

So without getting too mushy, I'll keep you all posted as we get this party started!!