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Love is… Unknown.
Love is happy, love is sad
Love is strange, love is lame
Love is great, love is rare
Love is wonder, Â love is hate
Love is demand, love is canned
Love is incredible, love is trouble
Love is nice, love is bad
Love is caring, love is daring
Love is well, love is sick
Love is fresh, Â love is stale
Love is seeing, love is blind
Love is hot, love is cold
Love is smart, love is stupid
Love is sharing, love is selfish
Love is  playing, love is bashful
love is grand, love is bland
Love is sexy, love is crazy
Love is glam, love is bland
Love is real, love is fake
Love is found, love is gone
Love is close, love is distant
Love is… Â Unknown…
25 Things I’ve Learned From Marrying An Italian
This post reminds me of my family. Hopefully, some of you share the same experiences.
This post is a reblog from a great writer: http://johannagallo.com/
As 2014 comes to a close, I sit here smiling to myself as I think about all of the new things I’ve “learned” thanks to my year here in Italy. It’s a lovely country and so are the people, so bare in mind that these are just meant to be fun things I’ve experienced personally with my husband (who’s from southern Italy), his family and friends here, or stories I’ve heard from other expat friends. There are certainly some generalizations, but it’s only meant to be taken lightheartedly and provide a bit of laughter and insight to my oh-so-fabulous life here in Italy! 🙂
1. Cold-drafts are the devil. No really, air-conditioning will kill you, or if you’re lucky, just leave you paralyzed. In no other part of the world is cold air as deadly as it is in Italy. The slightest mention of a headache will cause them…
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Relationship… Hang ups…
Phone rings…
Girl: “Hello?”
Guy: “Hey.”
Girl: “What?”
Guy: “Huh?”
“What do you want?”
“What do you mean what?”
“What do you want?”
Guy: “Whatever.”
“What do u want?”
“I’m just checking in.”
“For what?”
“Just checking in.”
Girl: “Whatever!”
Guy: “Yeah, whatever.”
Girl hangs up the phone.
5 minutes later…
Phone rings…
       Which version do you like better?  Using Girl/Guy or Lisa/Jerry
Phone rings…
“Hello?”
“Hey Lisa.”
“What Jerry?”
“Huh?”
“What do you want Jerry?”
“What do you mean what?”
“What do you want?”  Lisa raises her voice.
“Whatever.” Jerry answers sharply.
“What do u want?”
“I’m just checking in.”
“For what?”
“Just checking in.”
Frustrated Lisa replies, “Whatever!”
Jerry shouts, “Yeah, whatever.”
Lisa hangs up the phone.
5 minutes later…
Phone rings….
Playing in the rain…
Raindrops… Drop, drop, drop
Raindrops… Stop, stop, stop.
Playing in the rain, is such a pain
Gloves not working, socks are wet
I’m getting a chill, I hope I don’t get I’ll
My face is wet, fingers are numb
Oh frostbite… What have you done
Shoes are sloshing, nose is running
The wind is twrilling, the leaves are blowing
It’s time for me to get going…
Thank you Jonathan… Liebster Award.
Ch 2: MOROI
My fingers are shaking, as I reach for the chain and lock the deadbolt. I run to the windows to make sure they are all locked and I close my blinds. I am scared… Really scared.  Like freaking out scared… Wondering what or who is this guy.  It’s was hard to get a good look at him,  but I know it’s a man. I hate being scared, especially when I am alone.
I go into my bedroom and lock the door.  I get into bed, pull the covers up over me and wait. Wait for what I think… Just waiting.
I must have dozed off. I look at the clock and It’s been about an hour.  So far so good, nothing has happened.  As I start to get up, I hear a noise at my door.  I jump back in bed. It can’t be Saul he is out-of-town. Could it be that man I saw by the tree? Could it?
A few hours later, I finally get up. I walk over to my front door.  Slowly opening it I step outside. Everything, seems fine.  What a relief.  As I turn around I notice something, that I had not noticed before. Perched on top of my gate is a glove. A black glove. My glove…
*To be continued…
(C) 2015 by Amy Vanya. All Rights Reserved.
One more drop…
There was a man from Italy, who danced so elegantly.
One more drop of wine, he was sure his wife wouldn’t mind.
One drop led to another, until he finally knocked over the bread and butter.
Looking aghast, he promised he would not have another glass.
Tip toeing to his room, he knocked over the broom.
As the broom fell down, his wife looked at him with a frown.
She snapped get to bed, before you get a knock on the head…
The wind blows…
The wind blows with all its might…
Trees swaying and bending, oh so tight
The cry of birds screeching with sorrow
Not knowing if they will have a home tomorrow…
Land of Nowhere…
The water rushed with vigor down the hill.  The animals had already left the valley.  The Indians grabbed their children and horses.  Not all of them succeed, in leaving their homes.  The ones that did survive we’re heading off to a land of nowhere…  They weren’t sure, where their next home would be.  The memories of their loved ones taken away, where too much for some to bear.  The children’s eyes filled with fright, as their mothers held them with all their might.
Whatever it is, it's not so bad 