<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847</id><updated>2012-01-25T15:49:41.243-05:00</updated><category term='Toronto'/><category term='backwards'/><category term='marathon'/><category term='Padova'/><category term='commercial'/><category term='immigration'/><category term='moving AGAIN'/><category term='Covara'/><category term='Internet and nothing else....'/><category term='Toronto winter'/><category term='packing'/><category term='hair'/><category term='Anna Nicole Smith'/><category term='Job'/><category term='cultural shock'/><category term='secret language'/><category term='flag'/><category term='Carpal Tunnel Syndrome'/><category term='bad times'/><category term='work'/><category term='mute'/><category term='sexism'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Cinque Terre'/><category term='pics'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='racism'/><category term='Italy'/><category term='summer HEAT'/><category term='italian bureaucracy'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='embarassment'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Italian lessons'/><category term='apartment'/><category term='furniture'/><category term='spritz'/><category term='Ikea'/><category term='Ex-girlfriend'/><category term='departure'/><category term='Hollywood'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='24'/><category term='TEFL'/><category term='PdiS'/><category term='moving'/><category term='caribana'/><category term='NYC picture'/><category term='ciao Italy'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Firenze'/><category term='English'/><category term='italian health'/><category term='mamma'/><category term='Beyonce'/><category term='tutor'/><category term='goodtimes'/><category term='fashionista'/><category term='Questura'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='flight'/><category term='VISA'/><category term='immigrants'/><category term='BF'/><category term='big plans'/><category term='paparazzi'/><category term='Orvieto'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='Blackberry'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='love at first sight'/><category term='sale'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='jet plane'/><category term='Father'/><category term='salmon Sunday'/><category term='me'/><category term='Sagra'/><category term='children'/><category term='TESOL'/><category term='kick boxing'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Alicia Keys'/><category term='random'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='immirgrants'/><category term='party'/><category term='Gospel'/><category term='music'/><category term='AC'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Christmas Dinner'/><category term='convenients'/><category term='Anxiety'/><category term='luggage'/><category term='BB'/><category term='Fun Times'/><category term='ciao Australia'/><category term='allergies'/><category term='present'/><category term='italian culture'/><category term='anonymous comments'/><category term='HISTORY'/><category term='strangers'/><category term='boyfriend.'/><category term='Roma'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='consulate'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>enroute2Italy</title><subtitle type='html'>Crossing the ocean for LOVE! Who would have imagined. This blog with take us through the adventures of LOVE!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-3525670807598070133</id><published>2008-09-02T11:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:22:41.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciao Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciao Australia'/><title type='text'>Ciao Italia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day has come; we are leaving Italy in less than 24hrs. I am sad and happy at the same time. Sad because my love for Italy is dear and happy because I have done so much research and packaging in the last days that I just want it to be over. Italy I will love you forever and see you soon&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't forget to read our new blog &lt;a href="http://2heartsinaustralia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://2heartsinaustralia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-3525670807598070133?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/3525670807598070133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=3525670807598070133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3525670807598070133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3525670807598070133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbyes.html' title='Ciao Italia'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-6076235028270356111</id><published>2008-08-22T09:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:38:48.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian culture'/><title type='text'>No, really....</title><content type='html'>Can I say ONLY IN ITALY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SK8jrYM5yAI/AAAAAAAAANk/U-_NRJExTV8/s1600-h/IMG_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SK8jrYM5yAI/AAAAAAAAANk/U-_NRJExTV8/s320/IMG_0500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237444119793092610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-6076235028270356111?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/6076235028270356111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=6076235028270356111' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6076235028270356111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6076235028270356111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-really_22.html' title='No, really....'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SK8jrYM5yAI/AAAAAAAAANk/U-_NRJExTV8/s72-c/IMG_0500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-7186161269379579182</id><published>2008-08-22T05:07:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:39:55.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>blue salty water</title><content type='html'>Since my love of Italy began I always wanted to travel to south Italy. Well, we did just that for our summer vacay, like all Italians do. We went just before the crowds arrived and I still had the feeling like the entire country was down south....lol. We decided on Praia a mare, region of Calabria to spend our vacay as E wanted to fly and I wanted to swim and relax on the beach. Overall the trip was good, we stayed at a beach front hotel called hotel garden &lt;a href="http://www.gardenpraia.it/"&gt;http://www.gardenpraia.it/&lt;/a&gt; got it for a decent price due to E's discount through his flying club. After leaving Praia a mare we decided to stay a night in San Benedetto del Tronto region of Marche. This was a nice area as well however I preferred the beach in Praia a mare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave you with some pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SK7BDoGGJDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vkHcM6FIOlM/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237335684725220402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SK7BDoGGJDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vkHcM6FIOlM/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SK7BcAu7xcI/AAAAAAAAANE/MH7l634eNk0/s1600-h/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237336103655818690" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SK7BcAu7xcI/AAAAAAAAANE/MH7l634eNk0/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SK7CWiVavII/AAAAAAAAANU/4qBbmuUrpXE/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237337109108014210" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SK7CWiVavII/AAAAAAAAANU/4qBbmuUrpXE/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-7186161269379579182?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/7186161269379579182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=7186161269379579182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7186161269379579182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7186161269379579182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/08/blue-salty-water.html' title='blue salty water'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SK7BDoGGJDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vkHcM6FIOlM/s72-c/IMG_0415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-7910739897626243830</id><published>2008-08-05T09:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:21.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>No, really....</title><content type='html'>So my OH was driving on the highway in Padova today and he saw this sign. Please note that Pechino is in China....lol Click on the link for a better view. My question is who would drive to China from Padova?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay WELL&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SJhYQxn1crI/AAAAAAAAAM0/epBWYVwB8HE/s1600-h/Fotografie-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231028012412400306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SJhYQxn1crI/AAAAAAAAAM0/epBWYVwB8HE/s320/Fotografie-0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-7910739897626243830?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/7910739897626243830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=7910739897626243830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7910739897626243830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7910739897626243830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-really.html' title='No, really....'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SJhYQxn1crI/AAAAAAAAAM0/epBWYVwB8HE/s72-c/Fotografie-0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-1827874146171903507</id><published>2008-07-23T05:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:38:53.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian culture'/><title type='text'>No, really</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came across this newspaper article in the Toronto Star a few days ago and I thought I would share it with all of you. For some reason I am not surprised that this happened in Italy. What are your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/article/459861"&gt;http://www.thestar.com/article/459861&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay WELL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-1827874146171903507?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/1827874146171903507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=1827874146171903507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1827874146171903507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1827874146171903507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-really.html' title='No, really'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-2908246477325003971</id><published>2008-07-14T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:22.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodtimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sagra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>SAGRA....SAGRA....SAGRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Sagra is an annual thing here in north Italy where every summer the small villages cook for the masses. If you love food and you're in Italy you need to find a sagra. They are usually held in small towns so you will need a car to attend. When they advertise a sagra the signs are big, colourful and very detailed listing the time and date of the sagra. The sagra I attend had games, a few rides, and a stage with music and many small booths selling stuff. Here are some pics from Sagra di valle san Giorgio.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SHvCYiZTqBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jDyj-G-HEIM/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222981919671822354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SHvCYiZTqBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jDyj-G-HEIM/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SHvDAWgreXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ud9zuVnLj0s/s1600-h/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222982603676285298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SHvDAWgreXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ud9zuVnLj0s/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stay FAB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-2908246477325003971?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/2908246477325003971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=2908246477325003971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2908246477325003971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2908246477325003971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/07/sagrasagrasagra.html' title='SAGRA....SAGRA....SAGRA'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SHvCYiZTqBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jDyj-G-HEIM/s72-c/IMG_0326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4565841806049379458</id><published>2008-07-14T16:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:22.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HISTORY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashionista'/><title type='text'>BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Yes it is. Italian Vogue, July issue is on newsstands now. Buy a copy and celebrate history as no other magazine has used so many black models in one issue, other than magazines like Essence and Ebony. I picked up my copy week or so ago after hearing the buzz months back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;My thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really expecting a lot. When I heard it was an "all black issue" I thought to myself there is no way a high fashion magazine will be able to pull this off. An "all black issue" to me means, black woman from front to back of the magazine. Well not quite. Valentino, Prada, Gucci ads in the magazine sadly did not feature black models. It's okay though because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL. I love the stories which speak about some of the influential black people in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;If you haven't got it yet, GO AND GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SHu9rPggZhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AevlbtxnkEw/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222976743461119506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SHu9rPggZhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AevlbtxnkEw/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4565841806049379458?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4565841806049379458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4565841806049379458' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4565841806049379458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4565841806049379458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-is-beautiful.html' title='BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SHu9rPggZhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AevlbtxnkEw/s72-c/IMG_0349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4621670747671088272</id><published>2008-07-14T16:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:22.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sale'/><title type='text'>La Notte dei saldi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;All you shoppers out there, now is the time to be shopping in Italy. Everything has gone on sale and it seems to be a good one. The night the sales began the stores in Padova were open until 12am. I honestly have not seen so many people like I saw that night it was like the entire city woke up from the dead...lol. Happy shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay WELL &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SHu4h0SZgXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WlzR_jxK_Qw/s1600-h/saldi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222971083977228658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SHu4h0SZgXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WlzR_jxK_Qw/s320/saldi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4621670747671088272?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4621670747671088272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4621670747671088272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4621670747671088272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4621670747671088272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-notte-dei-saldi.html' title='La Notte dei saldi'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SHu4h0SZgXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WlzR_jxK_Qw/s72-c/saldi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4268205857329076685</id><published>2008-06-28T11:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:21:11.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer HEAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian culture'/><title type='text'>Turn it UP</title><content type='html'>The good old summer heat is here in Italy. When I say it's hot in this city, its hot. Not only is it hot it's also humid. A kind of humidity that I am so not use to but realize that I better get used to it because it's here to stay. I have experienced some bad conditions in Toronto but have always been saved by the AC. Everywhere you go in Toronto during the summer months the AC is in full swing. I often brought a sweater with me as I knew every building would be kickin with AC. Here in Italy, its a different story. When I enter a building, for example the mall or a shop I am expecting to feel the difference in temperature from outside. But, no I continue to sweat....uuuggghh. Where I work there is AC but it's never in use. Those who are in Italy know what the weather has been like the last few days, HOTTTTTTT. So it would be nice if after riding my bike through the smog, traffic and humidity I get a little cool feeling if I was to enter a building. I am not saying that all inside places are like this but most of them are.&lt;br /&gt;My OH's mom's house also has no AC and sleeping at night is just out right uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;At least I know that in Australia the AC is kickin':) which is something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FRESH&lt;br /&gt;2heartsinaustralia.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4268205857329076685?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4268205857329076685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4268205857329076685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4268205857329076685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4268205857329076685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/06/turn-it-up.html' title='Turn it UP'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-2611245063880646878</id><published>2008-06-28T11:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:43:14.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodtimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spritz'/><title type='text'>Small World</title><content type='html'>While enjoying my first spritz since arriving back in Italy, I was recognized. Sitting in piazza dei signori sipping on a spritz al campari, enjoying the lovely weather and scenery, a woman came by  the table where E and I were sitting. I have had people come up to me a few times since my stay here in Italy and asked me weird things but this time I was asked "do you have a blog". I responded, with hesitation, "yes". After she told me how she came across my blog we exchanged names. As this city is too small, I am sure we will run into one another again. If your out there, send me a message and we can meet up for a drink. If you have a blog someone will notice you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FRESH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-2611245063880646878?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/2611245063880646878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=2611245063880646878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2611245063880646878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2611245063880646878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/06/small-world.html' title='Small World'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-8968694240069887293</id><published>2008-06-22T08:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:48:47.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving AGAIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big plans'/><title type='text'>Two one way ticktes, please</title><content type='html'>So now for the exciting news. The big news of the year, well not the biggest but its close. Back in December Enrico and I spoke about moving...sniff...sniff...As he has always lived in Italy he wants to experience living in another country. And we can't blame him after all I left Toronto to have a similar experience. I told him I did not want at this moment to return to Canada but would be open to any other country like Dubai....lol. Well his ideal country besides Canada is not Dubai, guess where it is my friends? Starts with an A and ends with an A. That's right AUSTRALIA. Yup we are moving to Australia in September and plan to stay there for a least one year. My profession is high demand in Australia so working should not be problem for me. Enrico also has the possibility to transfer with his company as they have offices in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I support new experiences I am really sad to leave Italy. I love it here besides all the bureaucracy BS, for me life is easy. I tried to convince him to stay another year but he ain't budging. His mother is blaming me....WHATEVER. As much as Enrico and I have tried to convince her that its all his plan she still blames me....jokes. We started a new blog a few months back which we are dedicated to keep in up to date once we arrive in Australia, check it out &lt;a href="http://2heartsinaustralia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://2heartsinaustralia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-8968694240069887293?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/8968694240069887293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=8968694240069887293' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8968694240069887293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8968694240069887293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-one-way-ticktes-please.html' title='Two one way ticktes, please'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5647611988048901252</id><published>2008-06-22T08:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:22.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My BABY!</title><content type='html'>I had to come back from Toronto with something new and guess what it is? a new computer...Toshiba Protege R500. you likey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SF5HDWwRC1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/T-WsJRoRyqU/s1600-h/ToshibaProtege_R500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214683541514816338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SF5HDWwRC1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/T-WsJRoRyqU/s320/ToshibaProtege_R500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5647611988048901252?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5647611988048901252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5647611988048901252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5647611988048901252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5647611988048901252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-baby.html' title='My BABY!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SF5HDWwRC1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/T-WsJRoRyqU/s72-c/ToshibaProtege_R500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-3683584604394502860</id><published>2008-06-22T08:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:30:40.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PdiS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><title type='text'>After all that</title><content type='html'>After all that running around to make sure I had my PDis prior to departure from Italy, it was never asked for. I came back to Italy on a one way ticket and was never asked if I had permission to stay in Italy. When I arrived in Belgium the customs guy only asked if I was travelling for business or pleasure. Sometimes I wonder if its because I am carrying a Canadian passport. Thankfully there was no troubles for me coming back into Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-3683584604394502860?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/3683584604394502860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=3683584604394502860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3683584604394502860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3683584604394502860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-all-that.html' title='After all that'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-8620563783846991681</id><published>2008-06-22T07:53:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:23.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodtimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Padova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Greasy and Fried:(</title><content type='html'>So as many of you know I travelled to Toronto recently for what seemed to be a long trip. I went solo and left the hubby behind as he had to work. My time in Toronto was spent eating, literally, all things greasy and fried. It was hummy at the time but later I paid for it:( I hadn't had greasy food in so long so my stomach had to adjust....I met up with my ex-colleagues, my close friends and my lovely family. I am thinking now the time spent in Toronto might have been a little too short. I was rushed to handle the business stuff, renew drivers license, visit my doctor and dentist etc. And spending time with my friends and family seemed rushed as well and I often found myself wanting to sleep. Anyway, I am happy to be back home. Now that I have visited Toronto I must say I don't think I would live there again. After being in Italy for 9months I much prefer Padova over Toronto. There was something about Toronto that turned me off and I haven't quite put my finger on it. Weird eh? Stay FAB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair "GOD"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SF5DNDap-3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/QODoWcDPg0I/s1600-h/IMG_0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214679310076083058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SF5DNDap-3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/QODoWcDPg0I/s320/IMG_0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-8620563783846991681?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/8620563783846991681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=8620563783846991681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8620563783846991681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8620563783846991681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/06/greasy-and-fried.html' title='Greasy and Fried:('/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SF5DNDap-3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/QODoWcDPg0I/s72-c/IMG_0173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-3802919549320631090</id><published>2008-06-05T13:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:49:35.638-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultural shock'/><title type='text'>Big, Tall &amp; New</title><content type='html'>Arrived in Toronto yesterday and I must say I am a little culture shocked. Its weird to see all these tall, new buildings and big cars. The sight of people for all walks of life is a little shocking also. Padova has a few different cultures but not like Toronto. While I am here I will take it all in and bring back some of Toronto to Italy. Now that I know what I was missing in the last 9 months I am going to bring some of it back with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-3802919549320631090?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/3802919549320631090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=3802919549320631090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3802919549320631090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3802919549320631090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-tall-new.html' title='Big, Tall &amp; New'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-8943861358261074913</id><published>2008-05-29T11:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:43:35.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PdiS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian bureaucracy'/><title type='text'>hooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!</title><content type='html'>finally, picked up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PDis&lt;/span&gt;.  I waited about 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; and was asked only one question, "are you married to an Italian"? strange thing to ask but I am assuming it was because he was interested....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PDis&lt;/span&gt; has an expiry date in September which gives me time to renew if need be and also came came with a protective card holder.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of luck to those in the process of applying or those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;patiently&lt;/span&gt; waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-8943861358261074913?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/8943861358261074913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=8943861358261074913' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8943861358261074913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8943861358261074913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/05/hooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaayyy.html' title='hooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-7046281124576763065</id><published>2008-05-25T14:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:21:27.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian culture'/><title type='text'>4 minutes and Work</title><content type='html'>These two songs 4 minutes by Madonna and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JT&lt;/span&gt; and Work by Kelly Rowland are both driving me to drink. Every second I turn on the radio I hear either one of these songs being played on at least two different radio stations. Its funny because I have never heard so much of Kelly Rowland since DC as she seemed to be in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;foreshadows&lt;/span&gt; of Mrs. Knowles. I pray that the next time I turn on the radio here in Italy I hear something different like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ummmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know but something other than M and KR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-7046281124576763065?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/7046281124576763065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=7046281124576763065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7046281124576763065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7046281124576763065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-minutes-and-work.html' title='4 minutes and Work'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-3776898519869568502</id><published>2008-05-25T13:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:15:51.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PdiS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian bureaucracy'/><title type='text'>7 months almost to the day</title><content type='html'>how weird is tha? I mailed out the application kit for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PDis&lt;/span&gt; on October 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I checked the website on May 23rd and guess what? its ready for pick up. So from start to finish it took about 7 months to receive the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PDis&lt;/span&gt;. Its funny because the student visa that I have expires in one month so I am curious to see when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PDis&lt;/span&gt; will expire. For all of you that have a applied or going to apply note that it ain't no speedy process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-3776898519869568502?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/3776898519869568502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=3776898519869568502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3776898519869568502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3776898519869568502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/05/7-months-almost-to-day.html' title='7 months almost to the day'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5345281377531392863</id><published>2008-05-25T12:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:06:50.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='convenients'/><title type='text'>WEDNESDAY=CLOSED</title><content type='html'>On a lovely afternoon when contemplating what to prepare for dinner I realized I needed some things at the grocery store. So I decided to take a short walk to the one near our home, not a big grocery store but a mid-size one. Well, when I got there I was very surprised to see that the supermarket, the butcher shop and the pasticheria were all closed on a WEDNESDAY...uuuggghh, how frustrating is that? I was told from my OH that these type of stores are closed on Wednesdays. We know Padova ain't a big city like Rome or Milan but it ain't small either. Anyway, I learned my lesson. No shopping on WEDNESDAYS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5345281377531392863?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5345281377531392863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5345281377531392863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5345281377531392863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5345281377531392863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/05/wednesdayclosed.html' title='WEDNESDAY=CLOSED'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-1701440773222642823</id><published>2008-05-04T15:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:44:57.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian health'/><title type='text'>The inside &amp; The outside</title><content type='html'>As I haven't posted anything about the wonderful health care system in Italy, I thought now would be the right time.&lt;br /&gt;Late last year I decided to visit a gynecologist at the request of my doctor back home in Toronto. I didn't feel to comfortable going for the visit as I was worried that the doctor wouldn't be able to understand my "bad" Italian. After doing some research and trying to decide whether to go private or public, I decided to go private. I do have health care coverage in Italy but was told by many Italians that the public system is a bit slow, if you know what I mean. The gynecologist that I saw was a woman who to my luck studied in Canada so therefore spoke English very well. Her practice was inside her house and separated from her living corridors. The medical part of her home looked like a doctors office, it was so weird but welcoming. Soon as I met her I felt comfortable. After a 30 minute visit and a few minutes of chit chat, I paid 70.00 euros for an internal/external exam. I was also given the pictures from the exam and a written report. The wait to see the doctor was about 25mins, the room and office area were clean. I followed up with the same doctor a month or two ago and all was the same. I didn't have to pay for the second visit as it was a follow visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back, exactly 10 days before my big day I had a nasty allergic reaction. Nothing like I have every had before. My entire face was full of red bumps and my face was swollen. Do you say I was freaking out? oh hell yes. After the second day of my face not clearing up and to me only getting worse, I decided to visit the emergency department. Prior to my decision I once again was thinking private or public. I choose to go public this time due constant talk in my ears by my OH and his family, "you don't need private for this". Anyway, we went to the emergency department on a rainy night, waited about 1.5hours and was told to come back the next morning as there were no dermatologist available. I was told little of nothing by the doctor/nurse who saw my face but we all concluded that it was a "bad" allergic reaction. We had to pay a ticket (18.00 euros) which I understand is like a processing fee. Still don't understand it but it seems like a ticket is paid for many public services. The next morning we went back to the emergency department and went through the same procedure, wait (10mins), see a doctor (who spoke English very well, the night before I wasn't so lucky) and then see the dermatologist. The emergency doctor was very thorough asked a lot of questions and even touched my face. The night before the doctor like I said, said little of nothing. Once we arrived at the dermatologist office there were quite a few people waiting in line. So I imagined it would be another long wait. But as I was with my OH's mother and her friend (who is a retired psychiatrist), he knew the dermatologist working so the wait was about 10mins and the visit with the dermatologist was another 15mins. It was concluded that I had an allergic reaction to some kind of chemical that was sprayed in the air. I was told to apply a crotozone like cream to my face for 5 days twice a day. That same day my face started to break out, my OH sprayed an awful perfume in the air (never will forgive him for that)....The day before my big day my face cleared up. I was so happy and full of smiles. I would post pictures but I don't want to scare you guys...lol.&lt;br /&gt;So that's my inside and outside experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-1701440773222642823?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/1701440773222642823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=1701440773222642823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1701440773222642823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1701440773222642823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/05/inside-outside.html' title='The inside &amp; The outside'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-3319539862880043196</id><published>2008-04-24T12:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:23.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodtimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Good Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SBDB2Wxc22I/AAAAAAAAALM/MmMogJKQ7lE/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SBDB2Wxc22I/AAAAAAAAALM/MmMogJKQ7lE/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192863509928270690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SBDBPGxc21I/AAAAAAAAALE/GoYfyaFdEio/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SBDBPGxc21I/AAAAAAAAALE/GoYfyaFdEio/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192862835618405202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-3319539862880043196?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/3319539862880043196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=3319539862880043196' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3319539862880043196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3319539862880043196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-times.html' title='Good Times!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SBDB2Wxc22I/AAAAAAAAALM/MmMogJKQ7lE/s72-c/IMG_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-2464127169686189757</id><published>2008-04-10T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:36:13.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PdiS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian bureaucracy'/><title type='text'>45 days is up</title><content type='html'>It is less than 45 days but I thought for some reason it would be ready early. Surprise, surprise, its not ready for pick up as yet. The waiting continues my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-2464127169686189757?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/2464127169686189757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=2464127169686189757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2464127169686189757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2464127169686189757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/04/45-days-is-up.html' title='45 days is up'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-1954673749934940679</id><published>2008-04-10T15:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:34:22.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big plans'/><title type='text'>bye, bye, Guizza</title><content type='html'>A few months back Enrico and I decided to move back to his mom's house to save some money. We have some big plans ahead for September and we need all the money we can save. I can't share the details yet until a later date.&lt;br /&gt;We having been living with his mom now for a week and we already feel the difference, doesn't feel the same. We both enjoyed having our space and everything else that comes with living alone. Don't get me wrong, we enjoy having dinner prepared for the evening at 10am, our clothes ironed to the crisp etc, etc but our preference is to be living alone. Anyway, we will do this for the next few months until our next BIG change happens.&lt;br /&gt;So for now I can visit Guizza when I need to get my H&amp;amp;M fix or when I need to do a lot of shopping;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-1954673749934940679?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/1954673749934940679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=1954673749934940679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1954673749934940679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1954673749934940679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/04/bye-bye-guizza.html' title='bye, bye, Guizza'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-2446705453797134771</id><published>2008-04-10T14:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:24.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia Keys'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Jungle!</title><content type='html'>Excuse me for having fun times in Italy, I will try to keep my post more current:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks back we spent two days in Milano (I heart Milano) for the Alicia Keys concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I say this girl stepped up her game. She took her ass from behind the keyboard and piano and put on an amazing show. You gotta give the props to her choreographer, fellow Torontoian, Ms. Scott. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to stay in north Milano with our friends for the night which was nice as the drive back to Padova at 1230am would have been torture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove through my favourite place lago di como because there was no parking...sniff...sniff but I was promised a visit back before the end of the summer. However I was able to see como from above as we went to the Jungle Park (jungleraiderpark.com) and I must say the view from above is just as beautiful. I was super excited about our visit to the jungle park as I had never done such an adventure, who wouldn't want to swing from trees like a Tarzan...lol. We had the time of our lives and I paid for it days after as my body was swore as ever. But it was all worth it. When in the Milano area its a must visit expecially if you love that sort of thing even if you don't the experience is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R_5pbSPrtlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rCkbo4y5-F8/s1600-h/IMG_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187699738252392018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R_5pbSPrtlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rCkbo4y5-F8/s320/IMG_0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R_5pnCPrtmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PqNJwodLc3k/s1600-h/IMG_0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187699940115854946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R_5pnCPrtmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PqNJwodLc3k/s320/IMG_0323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R_5pwiPrtnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QEKyxbBBCDk/s1600-h/IMG_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187700103324612210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R_5pwiPrtnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QEKyxbBBCDk/s320/IMG_0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R_5qCCPrtoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zAIcqPhS4pE/s1600-h/IMG_0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187700403972322946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R_5qCCPrtoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zAIcqPhS4pE/s320/IMG_0380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-2446705453797134771?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/2446705453797134771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=2446705453797134771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2446705453797134771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2446705453797134771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-jungle.html' title='Welcome to the Jungle!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R_5pbSPrtlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rCkbo4y5-F8/s72-c/IMG_0300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5297751836342286791</id><published>2008-03-19T16:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:18:54.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PdiS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian bureaucracy'/><title type='text'>come back in 45 days</title><content type='html'>After waiting six months for my interview for my PdiS, I was told to come back in 45 days. Oh yes my friends, when you go for your PdiS appointment you don't leave with it in hand. After early wake up, the waiting outside in the cold, the pushing and shoving, the multiply questions, the finger printing and the police officer chewing on tobacco while serving us, we were asked to return to pick up my PdiS. Overall, the time spent at the Questura was shorter than I expected. The BF did all of the talking and the fact that we had proof of my flight for early that afternoon things went fast and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy is still FAB. The weather is warming up with the odd day of rain here and there. A few nights ago was the first night I heard thunder, it was lovely. Happily I was at home during the rain fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5297751836342286791?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5297751836342286791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5297751836342286791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5297751836342286791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5297751836342286791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/03/come-back-in-45-days.html' title='come back in 45 days'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-6945250985719442905</id><published>2008-03-04T15:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:48:21.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PdiS'/><title type='text'>Finally, Legal....</title><content type='html'>well not quite. Ladies and gentlemen, my Pdis appointment is tomorrow at 11:03am. I hear we must arrive early so we are going for 8am (thing that's early enough, damn it). Shortly there after (240pm) I am on a flight to the UK (Manchester). We are hoping to expedite the process due to the fact I have to get to the airport an hour before departure. Another concern I have is if I will have documents in hand (Pdis) so that I am able to reenter Italia. We will see, I still HEART ITALIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-6945250985719442905?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/6945250985719442905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=6945250985719442905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6945250985719442905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6945250985719442905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/03/fianlly-legal.html' title='Finally, Legal....'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-7874717708803706759</id><published>2008-03-04T14:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:24.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>I HEART Italia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R82k2oRHCpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/c_7cvr_Ua8M/s1600-h/italiaflag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173972805347642002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R82k2oRHCpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/c_7cvr_Ua8M/s320/italiaflag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-7874717708803706759?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/7874717708803706759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=7874717708803706759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7874717708803706759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7874717708803706759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-heart-italia.html' title='I HEART Italia!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R82k2oRHCpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/c_7cvr_Ua8M/s72-c/italiaflag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-1487641139481839566</id><published>2008-02-17T11:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:25.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Love is in the HAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, another post about my hair. This time I am happy to say its all about the LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;We knew about this hair salon in Vicenza since last April and now decided to give it a try as I was going crazy with all the new growth to my hair. I thought about going natural but even then I would need to find someone to help me maintain it. Anyway, we ventured out to the salon for my 930am appointment and was happy to be the only ones in the salon. If any of you know black hair salons, you and ten other people could have the same appointment time. There was only one lady working in the salon who is also the owner along with her sister, whom just had a baby and therefore was taking time away from the salon. The lady (sorry I don't remember her name, oh dear!) who is from Santo Domingo in the Dominican Republic communicated with my BF through me as she spoke limited English. There was nothing fancy about this hair salon which is not what I am used to back in Toronto. But it kinda reminded me of the "around the way" hair salon. You know the ones with a couple of chairs, magazines from 2002 and a few hair dryers.&lt;br /&gt;She set up shop there 5 years ago so I trusted her with my hair. Even though we could not communicate to one another directly I knew that she knew what she was doing. Her hands felt good in my hair, she wasn't afraid to pull, trim or blow dry my hair. Some of the procedures where different, like she roller set my hair before using the blow dryer which I have always wanted my hairstylist in Toronto to do but because of timing her never did it. This process allows your hair to have more body and for someone with thin hair I prefer to have a rollerset. There was also limited use of the flat iron which is always good as it damages your hair. Overall the experience was good. And like all "around the way" hair salons there was some drama....something about a girl who later arrived had been threatened by her husband etc...etc. My BF communicated this to me after we had left.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, two and a half hours later I came out looking ultra FAB! Sorry I only have this pic to show but believe you me I was happier compared to my last hair salon experience.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7hpWOhq2wI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PSqo3KoYd3I/s1600-h/IMG_0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167996402984999682" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7hpWOhq2wI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PSqo3KoYd3I/s320/IMG_0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167996785237089042" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7hpsehq2xI/AAAAAAAAAKU/J71DtmSzo8E/s320/IMG_0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  Stay FAB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-1487641139481839566?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/1487641139481839566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=1487641139481839566' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1487641139481839566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1487641139481839566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-in-hair.html' title='Love is in the HAIR'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7hpWOhq2wI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PSqo3KoYd3I/s72-c/IMG_0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-6892807519070547651</id><published>2008-02-17T11:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:25.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian culture'/><title type='text'>What's in the cup?</title><content type='html'>Recently a friend came over with McDonald's as he was too lazy to head home and eat and refused to eat what we had prepared. While he was eating his McDonald's I suddenly started to smell "beer". I wasn't drinking any beer and neither was anyone else in the house. So I asked him "what's in your cup?" and his response "beer". Yes my friends he bought beer from McDonald's He ordered it through Mcdrive which is the drive thru at McDonald's. So anytime you want to drink and drive head to McDonald's and order a beer....lol. All jokes aside I spoke about it for hours with our guest and drying to find a logical reason as to why they would offer beer at McDonald's? here is the pic. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7hf5ehq2vI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7_gbz22nba0/s1600-h/IMG_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167986013459110642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7hf5ehq2vI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7_gbz22nba0/s320/IMG_0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-6892807519070547651?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/6892807519070547651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=6892807519070547651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6892807519070547651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6892807519070547651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-in-cup.html' title='What&apos;s in the cup?'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7hf5ehq2vI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7_gbz22nba0/s72-c/IMG_0130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-564233631552186732</id><published>2008-02-16T13:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:25.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian culture'/><title type='text'>What colour is your house?</title><content type='html'>Why, why, why? Is there a law in Italy that says the houses/apartments need to be painted a certain colour. The pics below are some of the colours in our neighbourhood which are not so bad compared to what I have seen else where in northern Italy. How about bright pink and puke green? Those of you who live in Italy do you know of any such laws or is it just personal taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay FAB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167645353833060994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7cqEehq2oI/AAAAAAAAAIs/60Vn203Z9Ws/s320/IMG_0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7csOehq2qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_UEed9zzjp0/s1600-h/IMG_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167647724655008418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7csOehq2qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_UEed9zzjp0/s320/IMG_0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7csp-hq2rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ODSF2Mx6M9k/s1600-h/IMG_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167648197101410994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7csp-hq2rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ODSF2Mx6M9k/s320/IMG_0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-564233631552186732?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/564233631552186732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=564233631552186732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/564233631552186732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/564233631552186732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-colour-is-your-house.html' title='What colour is your house?'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R7cqEehq2oI/AAAAAAAAAIs/60Vn203Z9Ws/s72-c/IMG_0145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4436618804528452411</id><published>2008-01-23T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:25.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashionista'/><title type='text'>Me Likey!!!</title><content type='html'>Not sure if your all going crazy over the "not" so new Chanel blue satin nailpolish. I searched high and low here in Italy to find it to find out that Italy will not be receiving the colour until early February....uugghhh. At the moment I found out the sad news my boss was going to Paris on a business trip. So of course I had to get her to pick it up for me. It was 1.50 euros cheaper and no one here in Italy has it....hahaha. I will post the pics of it on my nails shortly but for now here is a look at it in the bottle. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R5ej_Qys08I/AAAAAAAAAIY/9no46ALT_Jg/s1600-h/Chanel-Blue-Satin-Nailpolish_DAC7A170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158772205410898882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R5ej_Qys08I/AAAAAAAAAIY/9no46ALT_Jg/s320/Chanel-Blue-Satin-Nailpolish_DAC7A170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You likey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4436618804528452411?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4436618804528452411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4436618804528452411' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4436618804528452411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4436618804528452411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-likey.html' title='Me Likey!!!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R5ej_Qys08I/AAAAAAAAAIY/9no46ALT_Jg/s72-c/Chanel-Blue-Satin-Nailpolish_DAC7A170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-9154568465536350297</id><published>2008-01-13T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:26.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Covara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Corvara 2007</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to all of you. Hope this year brings many joys and health to your life. Our winter holiday was spent in Corvara which is in the North of Italy. I love the winter season and more so enjoy the sight of the snow falling. I have always wanted to spend the winter holidays skiing but never had that opportunity in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;The drive to Corvara was about 2.5hrs which seemed shorter due to the BFs driving. We stayed at a lovely garni which cost 30 euros per night. The room was cozy, warm and comfortable as many of the rooms are in Corvara. The residents of Corvara were nice but seemed to prefer the German people more than the Italian people. I sometimes thought I was in Germany as all the Italians spoke German when they were speaking amongst themselves. I was told later that they do prefer German people as they prefer to be German, interesting eh? Anyway, here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from our room at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R4oII1VTgOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jkv8qWGYtDs/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154941671327367394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R4oII1VTgOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jkv8qWGYtDs/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's dinner (maccaroni con salmone e crema mascarpone....buonissimo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R4oI61VTgQI/AAAAAAAAAII/DImZaE7xi88/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154942530320826626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R4oI61VTgQI/AAAAAAAAAII/DImZaE7xi88/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BF paragliding....it was cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R4oIalVTgPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_UrWOt0tj0w/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154941976270045426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R4oIalVTgPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_UrWOt0tj0w/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:01am (Happy New Year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R4oJqFVTgRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MmyH4n6rYRQ/s1600-h/DSC_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154943342069645586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R4oJqFVTgRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MmyH4n6rYRQ/s320/DSC_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-9154568465536350297?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/9154568465536350297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=9154568465536350297' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/9154568465536350297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/9154568465536350297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2008/01/corvara-2007.html' title='Corvara 2007'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R4oII1VTgOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jkv8qWGYtDs/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-1091095260444912883</id><published>2007-12-26T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:27.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian culture'/><title type='text'>The night before Christmas...Dinner for 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year the family meets the night before Christmas to play "catch up".&lt;br /&gt;I have been to many family dinners here in Italy and thought then there was a lot of food prepared so I therefore of expected the same for the Christmas Eve dinner, how wrong was I? My BF repeated to me throughout the day that there would be a lot of food but I didn't believe there would be anymore than our usual family dinners. The menu included (what I could remember); piselli, patate al forno, verdura cotta, zuppa di funghi, pasta con ragù di lepre, polenta, anatra, costicine di maiale, pollo, zuppa inglese, panettone, pandoro, parampampoli (caffè con grappa, vino e spezie). From start to finish the dinner took about 5 hours and boy was I happy it was over. My poor belly after was about to explode but they say here once you drink parampampoli the digestion process is simpler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felice Anno Nuovo as I am off to Corvara to skii....here a few pics, enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the storm....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R3K5hHLaVkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gPGdKzeErjY/s1600-h/DSC_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148381302551631426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R3K5hHLaVkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gPGdKzeErjY/s320/DSC_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first taste of parampampoli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R3K_3nLaVpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PR2HbP7m4Bo/s1600-h/DSC_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148388286168454802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R3K_3nLaVpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PR2HbP7m4Bo/s320/DSC_0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The taste was really BAD....eeewwwww!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R3LAW3LaVqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2BwY9rQcHwg/s1600-h/DSC_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148388823039366818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R3LAW3LaVqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2BwY9rQcHwg/s320/DSC_0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-1091095260444912883?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/1091095260444912883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=1091095260444912883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1091095260444912883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1091095260444912883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/12/night-before-christmasdinner-for-30.html' title='The night before Christmas...Dinner for 30'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R3K5hHLaVkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gPGdKzeErjY/s72-c/DSC_0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-929592547392111139</id><published>2007-12-24T06:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T06:25:58.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><title type='text'>Summertime Gospel Choir</title><content type='html'>The first time I heard this choir sing here in Padova I had goosebumps the entire time, you know that feeling when the music moves you? Well, these set of people do it each time. They are Italian and sing in English some of the most known gospel songs. I searched high and low for a link to post but I wasn't able to find anything. Check out their website &lt;a href="http://www.summertimegospel.com/"&gt;www.summertimegospel.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buon Natale!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-929592547392111139?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/929592547392111139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=929592547392111139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/929592547392111139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/929592547392111139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/12/summertime-gospel-choir.html' title='Summertime Gospel Choir'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-6722301750497654046</id><published>2007-12-16T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T08:44:15.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Watch your step</title><content type='html'>You know those people who allow their dog to shit on the sidewalk? Well, that's what I am talking about. Here in Padova I see dog shit everywhere. I had to learn the hard way to watch my step after I stepped in some.  What would it take for the owner to pick up after their dog? I see many dog walkers walking around without a plastic bag. Once I actually saw a dog owner neglect to pick up after her dog. I stood there in disgust and so badly wanted to say something but couldn't find the righ words. Anyway, just a little vent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-6722301750497654046?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/6722301750497654046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=6722301750497654046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6722301750497654046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6722301750497654046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/12/watch-your-step.html' title='Watch your step'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5960341267105894630</id><published>2007-12-13T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:29.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>HAIR today....HAIR tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>The first big question I had for my BF when we decided that I would move to Italy was "who is going to do my hair?". Back home I got my hair did every week at the hair salon. I was totally dependent on Cristos and the team at (&lt;a href="http://www.urbantextures.com/"&gt;http://www.urbantextures.com/&lt;/a&gt;) to make my hair look fabulous each week. So when I decided to move that was one thing that caused a lot of anxiety. Many suggestions came to my mind; go bald, go natural, wear a weave, wear braids, you name it I thought about it. I decided with the help of many consultations from my peeps to just go as is and deal with upon my arrival. So, that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;Four weeks into my arrival I was due for a "touch-up" and desperately needed to find someone to do that for me. With the help of my boss (god bless her soul) she helped me find a hair salon in the city that carried a product similar to what I was used to in Toronto. The days leading up to my hair appointment I was very nervous and was thinking only bad things. I thought for sure that my hair would fall off if not immediately shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;One thing to remember that in Italy there is a hair salon or two on every street, there are no shortage of hair salons here. Woman in Italy love to pass time at the hair salon talking "ish" about their neighbours....lol. The problem I knew I would have is finding a hair salon that was capable of doing a black woman’s hair. Our hair is VERY different than white woman's hair, the care and the maintenance calls for different measures. So the fear, nervousness and anxiety leading up to the appointment day was all called for.&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the appointment the BF accompanied me to the salon as the stylist spoke NO English and me very little Italian. I decided to go the salon with my hair air dried so that the stylist could see the natural texture of my hair. After 2hrs in the hair salon, I was SATISFIED with the end result. He was able to give me a good blow dry but when it came to using the flat iron he was not sure how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;Since the visit two months ago I have not gone back and probably will not go back. I have been doing my hair myself and when it comes time for a "touch up" I will just let my hair grow out until I arrive back in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the before and after pics....enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair today, hair tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R2GFKC5sVaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tBItv17urC0/s1600-h/PA200052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143538657057854882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R2GFKC5sVaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tBItv17urC0/s320/PA200052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R2GE2y5sVZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OQbOQxDLHIc/s1600-h/PA200053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143538326345373074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R2GE2y5sVZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OQbOQxDLHIc/s320/PA200053.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R2GF9S5sVcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gq4uDNqk9xg/s1600-h/PA200056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143539537526150594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R2GF9S5sVcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gq4uDNqk9xg/s320/PA200056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R2GFqi5sVbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2mOgrVAHf7w/s1600-h/PA200054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143539215403603378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R2GFqi5sVbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2mOgrVAHf7w/s320/PA200054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5960341267105894630?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5960341267105894630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5960341267105894630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5960341267105894630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5960341267105894630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/12/hair-todayhair-tomorrow_13.html' title='HAIR today....HAIR tomorrow!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R2GFKC5sVaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tBItv17urC0/s72-c/PA200052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-7308358914899014975</id><published>2007-11-28T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:31.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firenze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orvieto'/><title type='text'>The BIG 30 in Roma</title><content type='html'>Can someone tell me the difference between 29 and 30? Or, wait. how about the difference between 20 and 30?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the BIG 30 came on the 19th and I must say I haven't noticed the difference. From about the age of 25, I always thought that 30 would be different than 20. I for sure thought my bones and mind would be weaker from everyone telling me that 30 was old. But I have realized now isn't so bad and as I have only lived 8 days into my 30 I believe all things get better from here. I am actually waiting for the day that I start to look 30. What does that look like? Everyone one says I look younger, which is a nice compliant, thank you. But what is a 30 year old woman supposed to look like? I guess as I live through my 30's I will find out the answer to that question.&lt;br /&gt;For my 30th bday I was taken to Roma which was a pleasant surprise. My first trip to Roma a few years back I hated it. I felt like I was in tourist central no matter how I tried to get off the beaten path. So when I landed there this year I had only expected it would be better due to the fact I was traveling with an Italian who knew the city farely well. Our BWB (bed with breakfast) was nice, minus the small quarters. Don't be fooled people bed with breakfast is not the same as bed and breakfast....lol. We were very outside of the center which meant using the metro to communte each day. I actually enjoyed using the metro minus the fact that I had to watch the BF's back for the every so cleaver pocket pickers. The metro kinda reminded me of NYC's train system but I felt I had to keep my eyes open more often while riding the Roma metro. Since my BF was traveling with a black girl, caring a Nikon camera (professional one), we really looked like tourist. And for this reason a not so nice lady had the nerve to try and charge us 20euro's for two cappuccino. The restaurant owner thought we were American tourist eventhough, my BF ordered our drinks in his perfectly spoken Italian. When my BF approached the lady about her ridicoulsly over priced cappuccino, she said in Italian "oh, the prices are on the wall". BS, there were no prices on the wall and their wasn't even the prices in the menu. My BF mentioned to her that the couple sitting next to us, who were obviously Italian (from Roma) ordered much more than we did and were charged a lot less, she responded by saying "I don't know how that happened". Then my BF asked for the receipt and realized that on a Sunday in the early evening the restaurant had only produced 27 recipts for the day, he immediately knew what kind of restaurant we were in. Anyway, at the end of all this we paid for 2 cappuccinos and a tiramisu 16euros, which in my opinon is overpriced. Overall, I really enjoyed Roma. I was able to visit many places I did not visit on my first trip. On the way home we stopped in Firenze (which is my FAV place in Italy) and Orvieto. Here are some pics, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R022-XauddI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TtVoxeMFUCU/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137963932453860818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R022-XauddI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TtVoxeMFUCU/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R024p3audfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jsIWBUFhlGE/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137965779289798130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R024p3audfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jsIWBUFhlGE/s320/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R026ZXaudgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EfXNNrQqLuU/s1600-h/DSC_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137967694845212162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R026ZXaudgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EfXNNrQqLuU/s320/DSC_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R0268XaudhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IHkPIDFxQl4/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137968296140633618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R0268XaudhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IHkPIDFxQl4/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137973398561781282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R02_lXaudiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s6GtvhKEBaQ/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R02_wHaudjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xQvX_FqeiPM/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137973583245375026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R02_wHaudjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xQvX_FqeiPM/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-7308358914899014975?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/7308358914899014975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=7308358914899014975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7308358914899014975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7308358914899014975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-30-in-roma.html' title='The BIG 30 in Roma'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R022-XauddI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TtVoxeMFUCU/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4150105692464233985</id><published>2007-11-27T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:31.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian culture'/><title type='text'>Graduation &amp; Condoms</title><content type='html'>I have been in the square many times when graduates have been celebrating their long and hard work over the years. What this means is that the graduates are greeted with loud cheers and chants by their friends and family in the streets near the University of Padova. It is a tradition here that when you graduate you dress up like a fool and walk around the city showing yourself off while everyone else makes fun of you. Once the graduate presents their thesis to the academics the are greeted with chants of "dottore, dottore" (the title means a lot in Italy). The graduate must read a long poster a loud which is written by their friends and family outlining all their flaws. Some are dressed distastefully however its very amusing to watch, here is a pic, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R0wof3audWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/q285ol8H_-k/s1600-h/PA120034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137525802839995746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R0wof3audWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/q285ol8H_-k/s320/PA120034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the condoms, I came across a machine selling condoms awhile back. While I was taking the pic everyone was looking at me, strangely. What I have never seen a vending machine that depenses condoms, so I decided to take a picture. I think they should have condoms accessible 24=7, why haven't they thought of this in Canada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R0wp7naudYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/opV-gnCLgxI/s1600-h/PB100076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137527379092993410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R0wp7naudYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/opV-gnCLgxI/s320/PB100076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4150105692464233985?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4150105692464233985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4150105692464233985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4150105692464233985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4150105692464233985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/11/graduation-condoms.html' title='Graduation &amp; Condoms'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/R0wof3audWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/q285ol8H_-k/s72-c/PA120034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-222491288480129879</id><published>2007-11-10T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T17:44:04.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian lessons'/><title type='text'>Italian 101, Part 2</title><content type='html'>Learning a new language can be a difficult thing to do expecially at my age. I started my language lessons prior to my arrival and I thought it would be beneficial to have a head start on the language. Shortly after I arrived and started to listen to people around me speak I soon realized that what I had learned in Toronto meant nothing here in Italy. Dialect is so widely spoken in this part of Italy, not sure why? maybe its because speaking dialect is easier. If the person I am listening to is not speaking dialect they are speaking super fast so I am not able to understand, how frustrating is that?&lt;br /&gt;When I walked into my Italian class on the first day I wasn't too surprised. I was one of the many immigrants registered in the class. Many of the students in my class are from Eastern Europe. There are four English speaking students in the class, two from N.America and two from the UK. The four of us all sit together and speak to one another in English when we are not able to understand what the teacher is saying. The teacher often calls on us to translate a word into English when she doesn't know or when she finds that some of the students are not understanding her.&lt;br /&gt;I am somewhat satisfied with how the lessons are being taught. I find it a little slow for me as I have already learned quite a bit grammatically when I was in Toronto however its a nice refresher at the moment. I wish the teacher was a little bit more vocal when the other students are talking during her lessons. I find myself being the one to tell the interrupters to shhhhhh or SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;I am now one month and a bit into my lessons and have 8 more months to go......uuuggggghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Those of you here (Italy) learning the language, do you find it hard to build up your confidence to speak? This is my problem, I am afraid to make mistakes and be laughed at which always happens when I say something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alla prossima!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-222491288480129879?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/222491288480129879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=222491288480129879' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/222491288480129879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/222491288480129879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/11/italian-101.html' title='Italian 101, Part 2'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4410442145011808098</id><published>2007-11-06T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:12:58.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian culture'/><title type='text'>Anymore questions?</title><content type='html'>So, I have attended many social gatherings since I have been in Italy and realized one thing, I have and continue to be asked the same set of questions. The most common question is "what did you eat in Canada?" my response "the same thing you eat in Italy" of course minus the pasta for breakfast, lunch and dinner....lol. Next question, "when are you having children?" what the bleep, since when is that question asked to someone you barely know. My BF answers this question because he knows that I will not. And for the second most commonly asked question "who does the cooking at home?", now really why is it so important for anyone to know the answer to this. So what if my BF cooks every night? what's the big deal, really? I realize that they are just trying to know me but I find the series of questions to be a little too much. I would be more comfortable if they asked other questions like "how is life in Italy" etc...etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4410442145011808098?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4410442145011808098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4410442145011808098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4410442145011808098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4410442145011808098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/11/anymore-questions.html' title='Anymore questions?'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-8957093256489466146</id><published>2007-11-01T12:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:31.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian culture'/><title type='text'>Who wants Milk?</title><content type='html'>Literally. I had to blog this because I was amazed when I saw that you could buy fresh milk from a machine. Apparently some company thought it was a good idea to make milk available 24 hours a day 7 days a week. It cost approx 1.00 euro per litre and you have the option of bringing her own bottle or using the bottle supplied by the machine. I never would have imagined purchasing milk from a machine and no its not like purchasing coke from the machine.&lt;br /&gt;My BF purchased a bottle as I was curious as to how it would taste, mind you I did not taste it. He said it tasted like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;regularly&lt;/span&gt; milk, just a little more tasty, meaning "fat"....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RyoKJZICisI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mtLgoORu7qE/s1600-h/P9230009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127922282194438850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RyoKJZICisI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mtLgoORu7qE/s320/P9230009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-8957093256489466146?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/8957093256489466146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=8957093256489466146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8957093256489466146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8957093256489466146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='Who wants Milk?'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RyoKJZICisI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mtLgoORu7qE/s72-c/P9230009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5388672215634831681</id><published>2007-11-01T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:18:43.964-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PdiS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian bureaucracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VISA'/><title type='text'>Unexpected SMS....</title><content type='html'>and yes in deed it was unexpected. We got the SMS this morning from the Questura for my PdiS appointment. When my BF asked me to guess the date I laughinhly guessed November 19 (my birthday) and of course he laughed back and me. My appointment is for March 5 2008, yes you read correctly. I mailed out the kit on September 21, received the SMS on November 1 and will be interviewed on March 5 2008. If that ain't BS bureaucracy, I don't know what is. I am just happy I was not given an appointment after the expiration date of my VISA.&lt;br /&gt;Further update on this topic, March 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao a tutti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5388672215634831681?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5388672215634831681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5388672215634831681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5388672215634831681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5388672215634831681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/11/unexpected-sms.html' title='Unexpected SMS....'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-3404006540890848192</id><published>2007-10-24T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T16:13:10.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PdiS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian bureaucracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigrants'/><title type='text'>Stop pushing....</title><content type='html'>Damn it! This are the words I spoke the day I visited the Questura and had to wait in line for 1 hour. I decided that I wanted to visit the Questura 2 weeks after my arrival as I wanted to get a head start on applying for my PdiS (Permesso di Soggiorno).&lt;br /&gt;Well we arrived at 730 am to a decent line of about 20 ppl, we counted that we were 20th in line so we were happy. At the blink of an eye (no lie) swarms of people arrived. Families with all their children and belongings in tow. Woman who appeared to have just returned from a late night out and the men who looked like they had somewhere to go. I kept a close on the arrivals after us to make sure we did not loose our place in line. Well, low and behold, we did as few people managed to push their way in front of us. As time approached for the gates to open I felt my body being pushed forward and it wasn't a good feeling.  Anyway, the feeling was nothing compared to when the gates actually opened and the police arrived to randomly pick only 20 people to enter. As he spoke in Italian, none of which I understood all I could see is people's hands raising to get his attention. My BF and I decided not to raise our hands and wait patiently and it worked out in our favour. The police officer spoke to my BF, took my passport and allowed us to enter. Once we arrived into the office with the rest of the immigrants we had to wait another 30minutes before they attended to us. The police officer was polite and answered all our questions and was also able to direct us to the right places; post office for the kit (which I already knew but my BF wanted to see if he could receive the kit for free) and the post office to send the payment for the insurance. Prior to being served I watched how other people were spoken to by some of the officers. I can tell by the facial expressions and the hand gestures of the officers that they were not being polite and this was later confirmed when I asked my BF to translate what they were saying. I think because my BF is Italian we were treated differently. So after a day or two of running around with the kit and filing out the many required pages we are patiently waiting for something, anything to arrive in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-3404006540890848192?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/3404006540890848192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=3404006540890848192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3404006540890848192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3404006540890848192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/10/stop-pushing.html' title='Stop pushing....'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-9144370963124542824</id><published>2007-10-18T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:10:16.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>The JOB!</title><content type='html'>I can't say how much easier it is not having to find a job. As many of you know the BF found the job for me while I was in Toronto so there was no job hunting for me once I arrived. The week I arrived I met the mother (father was at work) and the two children; Marco who is four and Martina who is eight. . My first impression of the children was positive. They both were very polite and oh so cute with nothing but nice things to say while I was there meeting the family. My boyfriend did most of the talking while I played with the kids. We planned it that way so that the mother would see me interacting with the children. I was pleased that the children willing played with me and didn't lash on to their mother while I was there. Before I left the house both of the kids gave me a kiss, which surprised me as it was our first meeting. I decided at that time to start one week early as since it was four days into my arrival I was kinda bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my time is spent with Marco teaching him English while Martina is at school. Now I am six weeks into the job and still loving it. Working with children has allowed me to find my creative side. At first, I found the job to be a little boring but once I became creative the time spent with the children goes by much faster. Because Marco's English is very limited and my Italian is also limited we sometimes have communication problems but we always seem to get our message across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the parents, Monica and Giulio they are wonderful. They treat me with the respect and are open minded and free spirited. They have two other woman working from them as well, cleaning their not so big house. Monica is a Professor and Giulio is an Engineer so they are well educated and have no money problems. I rarely see Giulio, I met him once and saw him one other time when I decided to work a Saturday. He works 1.5hrs away from home so I imagine he gets home late, eats dinner and goes to sleep....lol. Anyway for now Monica and I get along great thankfully as there is nothing more than having a boss who is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side note, for those who are planning to teach English in Italy please don't expect a high salary. I was aware that the salary wages were low and therefore settled for what was offered.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually my BF who negotiated and successfully got me a higher salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao a tutti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-9144370963124542824?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/9144370963124542824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=9144370963124542824' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/9144370963124542824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/9144370963124542824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/10/job.html' title='The JOB!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-847576667188136990</id><published>2007-10-08T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T15:55:20.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ikea'/><title type='text'>The apartment....</title><content type='html'>I really thought keeping up with this blog thing would be much easier once I moved to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;It is actually much harder as I have less time. Anyway, here goes it; the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the move I was only shown the pictures, pictures I thought were poorly taken and therefore did the apartment no justice.  When my BF told me we were moving into an attic my heart began to beat so fast. When I hear an attic, I think of a dark unkept room with spiders and cob webs. Because of this horrible thought in my mind I asked my BF that we stay at his mom's the first night as I did not want to enter the attic. He declined and said I would like the apartment and reassured me that an attic in Italy is not like an attic in N.America.&lt;br /&gt;Well to my surprise the apartment is lovely with its "travi a vista" structure and open concept layout. Its probably the same size of my the apartment back home but with a different layout. The first days in the apartment we went crazy at Ikea and bought many things. The apartment came furnished so we just had to purchase the other things. I never thought I would like Ikea but Ikea Italy is not bad. Much of the same things I have seen at home but with better prices and nicer designs. The BF is a handy man so everything electronic or that requires fixing and placing he is good at. As of now our apartment is pretty much finished, we have bought more than we need and his mamma keeps giving us everything in her house. I am now used to saying "no grazie" when she placing items in my hands. I will take the pics and post soon....baci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I rarely proof read these post so sorry for my bad grammar and sp mistakes....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-847576667188136990?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/847576667188136990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=847576667188136990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/847576667188136990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/847576667188136990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/10/apartment.html' title='The apartment....'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-7803757924683554914</id><published>2007-09-28T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T05:08:29.260-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luggage'/><title type='text'>The flight....</title><content type='html'>So we decided after packing many suitcases that we would each bring four pieces of luggage, seven of which were mine. We knew that we would be paying the extra dollars for additional luggage and weight so we were prepared for that. I was flying Lufthansa/Air Canada and he was flying Air France. Our flight left 4 hours apart his departing before mine and arriving 2 hours ahead of mine. As he approached the check-in counter my heart was beating quite fast as I feared the worse ie. no additional luggage allowed. Prior to him approaching the check out counter I tried to scoop out the nicest looking agent I could see but to no surprise they all looked miserable and underpaid....lol. So I told Chicco to flirt with the agent so that we wouldn't have any problems with our luggage. As he approached the agent I knew she was going to be a bitch but I figured with his charm things would be okay, wrong again. She was a bitch gave him hassle with the extra two pieces and billed him the full price for the extra pieces and the additional weight. Chicco was off to catch his flight and I only prayed that all pieces of luggage would arrive in Italy the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Four hours later, it was my turn. The hours between Chicco leaving and me checking in I was nervous. As I imagined having a harder time with my luggage as it weighed more and was much bigger. Since I have travelled many times with Luftansa/Air Canada I felt confident that I wouldn't' get a bitchy agent. As I stood in line I saw the agent that checked me in the last time I had visited Italy. I remembered him being very funny and easy going, so I hoped when it was my turn to present myself, it would be him that would be checking me in. I had my mom with me to calm my nerves in the line which was a big help. To my surprise the agent that was ready to serve me was the same agent that served me 4 months earlier. First thing I said to him was "I remember you from four months ago" he said "really? this is my first time working here since about four months ago". We exchanged laughs and what nots before he it came down to the nitty gritty. He weighed my luggage and as expected they were over weight by some kilos. He asked that I take somethings out of one suitcase and put into the other, which I was happy to do. After some talking about my long stay in Italy, he kindly told me "I am letting you off easy" and I smiled and said "thank you, when you are in Italy I will make you dinner" and we laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I missed the increase in additional baggage by 2 days, luckily. Now Air Canada charges $225.00 for additional luggage and increase of one hundred dollars....mama mia!&lt;br /&gt;My advice to those moving overseas and don't want to pay the to ship your belongings, check with the airline prior to departure because sometimes its much cheaper to pay for additional luggage rather than shipping belongings. I also called the airline company to tell them that I would be having two pieces of additional suitcases with me which was a good idea as the agent when I arrived was aware that I had additional pieces.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Italy after a long boring flight we were happy to be together again and also happy that all eight pieces of luggage arrived in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao a tutti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-7803757924683554914?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/7803757924683554914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=7803757924683554914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7803757924683554914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7803757924683554914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/09/flight.html' title='The flight....'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4205668902985558343</id><published>2007-09-27T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T05:08:48.214-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet and nothing else....'/><title type='text'>Well....Well....Well</title><content type='html'>Ciao a tutti, I finally made it to civilization. We connected now to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; in our apartment so I can blog away. There is much to update everyone on but I will start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; he most recent first; the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;So the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; was ordered in early August when my boyfriend signed the contract with our landlady. I should have known that the I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt; would not be connected when we arrived. Anyway, most of our weeknights up until this point was spent at his mamma's checking my email. I felt so lost with out the Internet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;expecially&lt;/span&gt; when I was always connected in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;The strongest single I get on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lab top&lt;/span&gt; is when I am sitting on the toilet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; that funny? I refuse to sit on the toilet and write/check emails unless I am desperate for a connection. With wireless there is always something going wrong with the damn Internet. For now we just cross our fingers and pray that we stay connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4205668902985558343?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4205668902985558343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4205668902985558343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4205668902985558343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4205668902985558343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/09/wellwellwell.html' title='Well....Well....Well'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-6323914368083625312</id><published>2007-09-02T10:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:32.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jet plane'/><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane....BOOHYAH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is the day I have been planning for this last year. I am ready to go with my six suitcases and my oversized carry on bag. I am praying I won't have to pay too much for additional luggage.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will post again when I have settled into my new home with my lovely boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RtrEkcVAszI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ufmHtymvzcU/s1600-h/P8280018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105609257936532274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RtrEkcVAszI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ufmHtymvzcU/s320/P8280018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-6323914368083625312?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/6323914368083625312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=6323914368083625312' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6323914368083625312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6323914368083625312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/09/leaving-on-jet-planeboohyah.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane....BOOHYAH!!!!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RtrEkcVAszI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ufmHtymvzcU/s72-c/P8280018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-7084447398564053064</id><published>2007-08-27T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:32.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='departure'/><title type='text'>The End is Near...LOL!</title><content type='html'>Hiya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought these last days i would be able to blog a little more. I guess I was sadly mistaken...uggghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the BF arrived and we have been having way too much fun. We went to the tennis match, drove 10hrs to New York and back and have had many brunches and dinners. If you haven't driven to NYC, don't do it unless you have a fun companion. We were wonderful company for one another so the drive was easy. I can't imagine doing that ride w/ someone the drove my crazy. Unfortunately, we were not able to enjoy NYC as we were staying in Long Island. Sorry to all my NYC peeps:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a weekend with my family, where he was able to meet my mama (she loved him), eat some good food and relax in the fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the end is near, this week has started off with a lot of running around. I am trying to tie up some loose ends before my departure. We have decided that we will not start the packing until Friday as I find its always better to pack a day or two before departure, especially a big departure such as this one. Until next time, hopefully not too long..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cheerios~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of us in Long Island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RtMox8VAsyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2VSiS6MwMOA/s1600-h/P8230105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103467641213858594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RtMox8VAsyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2VSiS6MwMOA/s320/P8230105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-7084447398564053064?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/7084447398564053064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=7084447398564053064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7084447398564053064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7084447398564053064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/08/end-is-nearlol.html' title='The End is Near...LOL!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RtMox8VAsyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2VSiS6MwMOA/s72-c/P8230105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-8439911549193821460</id><published>2007-08-09T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:06:41.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caribana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><title type='text'>Countdown!</title><content type='html'>I have been MIA but you know sometimes when you have so much to do some things have to get put to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caribana weekend is over in Toronto so I am ready to get down to work. I was able to see many of my friends from New York which was exciting. I did not do too much partying but I was able to go out and catch the action. I haven't been to the Caribana parade in about 4 years so it was nice to see the customs and run into old friends. I figured that I probably would not be back in Toronto during the Caribana festivities for a few years to come so I got all the partying out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the packing starts. I have decided to carry extra luggage and pay for the additional weight as it works out cheaper than shipping boxes. Its hard to pack because you never know what to bring and what to leave behind. I have a collection of text books from University, will I need those hard cover, heavy weight books? probably not. I have toooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many pairs of shoes to count, will I need all of them? YES! And things I have collected over the years are so hard to part with. I was dreading the packing faze because I hate packaging and I don't like to leave things behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contents sale is coming along good. I have sold many of the small things but still trying to sell my sofa, bed and dresser. If I can get these items sold I would be happy as a clam as the extra money could go to good use. I have advertised the items on facebook, kiiji and craiglist. Any other places you guys know of please let me know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicco arrives in 7 days and I am VERY excited. Its been way too long so its pure excitement from here on. Maybe I should leave the packaging for when you gets here...lol. I won't do that to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-8439911549193821460?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/8439911549193821460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=8439911549193821460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8439911549193821460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8439911549193821460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/08/countdown.html' title='Countdown!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5451788322629067662</id><published>2007-07-26T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:02:49.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Wheats Commerical!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIqLPGSb-sA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I liked mini wheats until this commerical. Every morning when I wake up I hear this commerical on the TV...good marketing job...Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5451788322629067662?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5451788322629067662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5451788322629067662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5451788322629067662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5451788322629067662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/07/mini-wheats-commerical.html' title='Mini Wheats Commerical!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-597410035198893144</id><published>2007-07-26T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:58:41.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarassment'/><title type='text'>So embarrassed!</title><content type='html'>Today I had my last night of Yoga as my instructor will be on vacation for the next two weeks. I go to yoga once a week and refuse to go else where because I really enjoy the teacher I have.  I did not know it was going to be my last class before my departure or else I would have brought my camera. Any how, it was all good until…&lt;br /&gt;Well there is this girl that has been in my yoga class since last year. She is quiet, still hasn’t purchased a yoga mat and always smiles when I say hello. Today I said to her “are you pregnant, your belly looks so cute”. I can clearly tell she was blushing under her brown skin. She then turns to me and says “no I am not pregnant, I have gained weight”. I was so embarrassed that she wasn’t pregnant but it looked like she was. She had the 3 month cute belly which I think is so cute on pregnant women. She was not happy with me as she did not say bye nor did she smile. I still believe she is pregnant and just didn’t want to tell me as it really isn't any of my business. Oh well, next time I will keep my mouth shut before I ask if someone if they are pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the youtube video I posted yesterday is no longer available. I wonder why B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-597410035198893144?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/597410035198893144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=597410035198893144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/597410035198893144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/597410035198893144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-embarrassed.html' title='So embarrassed!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-303867014868056594</id><published>2007-07-25T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:56:34.767-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><title type='text'>Poor Beyonce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeYnQHx7RXQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more to say here...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-303867014868056594?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/303867014868056594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=303867014868056594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/303867014868056594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/303867014868056594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/07/poor-beyonce.html' title='Poor Beyonce!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4733238964499444367</id><published>2007-07-22T19:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:04:53.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>FACEBOOK aka CRACKBOOK</title><content type='html'>Well I finally cracked and joined facebook (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Many of my friends and work colleagues have been on facebook for many months but me, being the private person I am ;) I decided against it until recently. My reasoning, well I figured I am leaving Toronto and it COULD possible be nice way to meet up or connect with people I haven't spoken to in years. I have found old friends from grade school and high school on facebook. I also reconnected with people I met through my travels over the years. I don't know how someone can become addicted but I guess it's possible. There are people I know that are on the damn thing all day being noisy;). If you don't set your FB settings accordingly anyone can access your info and pics. I'm not sure if Crackbook is popular where you are but it sure is in Toronto and N.America. It's a more sophisticated version of myspace, which I never joined as I thought it was too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if any of you join. Don't let the addiction get to you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4733238964499444367?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4733238964499444367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4733238964499444367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4733238964499444367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4733238964499444367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/07/facebook-known-as-crackbook.html' title='FACEBOOK aka CRACKBOOK'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-8242553981706876228</id><published>2007-07-22T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:32.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kick boxing'/><title type='text'>The people you meet!</title><content type='html'>I met this older man today while I was out. I was sitting by my lonesome when he decided to sit next to me. I was out enjoying the sun and he was doing the same. Because I live at the waterfront in Toronto its easy walk out and sit by the lake (one of the ugliest in my opinion). Any he began to talk to me about the recent changes of the years to Toronto's waterfront and he knew a whole lot of history about the waterfront. I found out later that he had lived at the waterfront for 30+yrs. It was nice to speak to him because he was very knowledgeable and educated me about my neighbourhood. Oh I will miss it...sniff...sniff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new? Well I had my "goodbye Roxy" party. It was so much fun and I enjoyed every moment of it. Here are some pics!&lt;br /&gt;They didn't know how to say "good trip" in Italian so said it in French, close enough...lol.&lt;br /&gt;The other pic is of the host (one of my bestest friends at work) and the Admin. Secretary and Colombian homey I could not do my work with out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RqPe2ZEP1XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Yr-MiW47ueU/s1600-h/P7190122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090157029881795954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RqPe2ZEP1XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Yr-MiW47ueU/s320/P7190122.JPG" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RqPgJpEP1ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3wJ7Him2JF4/s1600-h/P7190118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090158460105905554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RqPgJpEP1ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3wJ7Him2JF4/s320/P7190118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of selling some furniture and stuff...I have sold a few items so far but still have the big things to sell. My bed (which I love too much), dresser and my sofa. I have posted my items on &lt;a href="http://www.craiglist.org/"&gt;http://www.craiglist.org/&lt;/a&gt; as well as internal postings at work and in my condo. Hopefully the remainder of things will see at the listed price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BF arrives in 3 weeks and a bit. We are excited as we know that there will be no more good-byes. I am excited about not having to say good-bye for 3 months and do the damn count down each time. Gosh, I hate the countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going at the kick boxing classes (&lt;a href="http://www.tkmt.ca/"&gt;http://www.tkmt.ca/&lt;/a&gt;) full swing because I paid for the month membership, which allows for unlimited monthly classes. So yesterday I deiced to Rollerblade for 3 hours and deiced today to go to kick boxing for 3 hours. Bad idea Dan! I body is sore from head to toe, literally. I am back at it tomorrow again but hopefully the pain will wear off. I hope I can continue kick boxing in Italy. Its an amazing workout and its a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and hair grease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RqPfHpEP1YI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YavP8RSRLcE/s1600-h/P7190118.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-8242553981706876228?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/8242553981706876228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=8242553981706876228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8242553981706876228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8242553981706876228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/07/people-you-meet.html' title='The people you meet!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RqPe2ZEP1XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Yr-MiW47ueU/s72-c/P7190122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-3249868209131400074</id><published>2007-07-09T19:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:22:53.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VISA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consulate'/><title type='text'>Italia, sto arrivando...wooooo hoooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>You all know that today was the big day...here is how I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Italy in April I visited &lt;strong&gt;"corso di lingua Italiana per gli stranieri"&lt;/strong&gt; and inquired about there Italian lessons. After pondering for a day I went back and asked if I could register for the lessons beginning in October. They photocopied my passport and asked I come back in a few days. Unfortunately, I was leaving the next day so I therefore could not pick it up. A week later my BF picked up the letter and mailed me the original copy. I used a email copy to bring to the consulate just "to see" if what was written in the letter was sufficient for a student visa. I was told sadly that they letter only stated "I presented myself to register" and not that "I paid and registered". The lady at the consulate asked that I call the school and ask them to issue me a new letter stating that I paid for the course. Totally starting freaking out at this point because since its a &lt;strong&gt;"corso di lingua Italiana per gli stranieri"&lt;/strong&gt; I did not have to pay. So I then asked my BF to go to the school and ask that they issue me a new letter. The school flat out said they would not do that for the reason I did not pay for the course. I waited about a month before I returned with the original letter (nothing changed), my flight itinerary (not an official booked ticket), bank statement for 3 months, my passport and one passport size picture. I was really nervous because it was the same lady I dealt with a month earlier who had told me that letter had to be changed. Anyway, I took a deep breath, presented her with my documents. Once she started to examine the letter I said to her "I asked the school to issue me a new letter but they would not" she smiled and said "no problem". She continued to shuffle the papers and said she will issue the visa for the duration of the course (Oct-July) but could not issue the visa beyond that time. I was asked to come back on June 26 to pick up my visa but was later called and asked to come on July 9 (visa's cannot be issued more than 90days of the visa start date).&lt;br /&gt;I went back today and was all smiles when the gentlemen placed the visa in my brand new passport.&lt;br /&gt;So that's my story of how I got my student visa. I paid nothing and got a whole lot in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cheerios~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-3249868209131400074?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/3249868209131400074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=3249868209131400074' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3249868209131400074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3249868209131400074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/07/italia-sto-arrivandowooooo-hoooooo.html' title='Italia, sto arrivando...wooooo hoooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-3409061945325731537</id><published>2007-07-07T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T20:46:11.141-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VISA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>Ticket purchased</title><content type='html'>Howdie folks, how goes things? For me things are slowly coming along. Booked my flight to Italy this week. It cost less than I was originally quoted which was nice and I was able to get an open ticket which is good for one year. Unfortuantely Chicco and I are not flying back together as it cost way too much to be on his flight. So I will be leaving four hours after him, it would have been nice to fly with him but saving money is more importan.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I pick up my visa. Am I worried? oh hell yes because I fear that they might change there mind and decide not to grant me a visa. I will be the happiest person on earth once I have that visa in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues have decided to have a goodbye party for me. How sweet of my colleagues to do this. It's a pot luck style bbq/patio party at one of my colleagues homes and I know it will be a night to remember.&lt;br /&gt;My BF arrives in 40 days and of course I am excited. It's been a long time coming and the days just seem to be pulling along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-3409061945325731537?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/3409061945325731537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=3409061945325731537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3409061945325731537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3409061945325731537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/07/ticket-purchased.html' title='Ticket purchased'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-6497160719904598671</id><published>2007-06-29T20:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:33.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love at first sight'/><title type='text'>This day last year!</title><content type='html'>I remember this day last year like it was yesterday. You all shall know that this day last year my BF arrived in Toronto for our first stay together since we had met. The days prior to June 29 2006 I was so nervous and anxious awaiting his arrival. I did so much to prepare for his arrival that I smile today when I think about it. We call this day love @ first sight because it really felt like that. Here are some pics from that day last year.... I also got myself a tattoo today. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; characters for the word "courage", that word just fits this entire experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RoWsSqfSbnI/AAAAAAAAADg/weHgJ-eJjtI/s1600-h/P6290184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081657191200616050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RoWsSqfSbnI/AAAAAAAAADg/weHgJ-eJjtI/s320/P6290184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RoWsjKfSboI/AAAAAAAAADo/H3livMAnXro/s1600-h/P6300001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081657474668457602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RoWsjKfSboI/AAAAAAAAADo/H3livMAnXro/s320/P6300001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later aligator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-6497160719904598671?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/6497160719904598671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=6497160719904598671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6497160719904598671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6497160719904598671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-day-last-year.html' title='This day last year!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RoWsSqfSbnI/AAAAAAAAADg/weHgJ-eJjtI/s72-c/P6290184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-7730229046770793940</id><published>2007-06-28T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:00:11.315-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>The pain &amp; joy!</title><content type='html'>It's an emotional day for me as I handed in my resignation letter today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Acutally&lt;/span&gt; I did not end up giving my managers the letter as the whole ordeal was VERY emotional for all parties. I did tell them that I would be leaving but nothing can move forward until I had in the letter. Move forward I mean that HR cannot start the process until they receive a written letter. Here are the details of the meeting;&lt;br /&gt;So I went into the meeting very nervous, heart beating a mile a minute, thinking that this would be easy and quick. Well the meeting lasted 35 minutes which I had expected it to only last 15minutes. I told my managers that I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt; to leave for personal reasons, I didn't feel like telling them the entire story. I don't think I got past the first word and I started to tear up. I think the reason for the teary eyes is that once I did this; quit my job, the move ahead would be official. From here forward the countdown begins, its not all talk anymore. I also teared up because I honestly can say that I love my job and most importantly I love the team that I work with we all get along so well. And of course the fact that I would be making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hugh&lt;/span&gt; change in the next few months. After telling my managers I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;announce&lt;/span&gt; it to my team, which I thought would be the easier part because many of them knew what was coming. Well once again, I didn't even say a word and the tears started rolling down my face. I finally got it together and my colleagues, they were not surprised but realized that my move was the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;As the day progressed it became a little easier to get my work done.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was able to I called my BF to cry because I was sad and happy at the same time. He was so supportive and was successful at making me laugh, which helped a lot.&lt;br /&gt;The joy comes from knowing that there will be many happy times when I am finally with my BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he went to the job interview today on my behalf and met with the family. He sorted out my work hours and my daily tasks and of course worked out the pay. He had a lot of good things to say about the family and the children as he was able to meet all while he was there. After discussing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nitty&lt;/span&gt; gritty, the woman asked if he had a picture of me. When he showed her my resume she saw that I was black. My BF asked her if that was okay and she said oh there is no problem, the kids have had an interaction with a black woman recently. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chicco&lt;/span&gt; did say she was surprised when she saw my picture. She also asked to speak with me on the phone, so I will update you all once I have that conversation with her. The family would like me to work 12:30-5:30 pm Monday to Friday. Those hours work for me and the salary worked out good as then family has money to spear, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later alligator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-7730229046770793940?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/7730229046770793940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=7730229046770793940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7730229046770793940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7730229046770793940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/06/pain-joy.html' title='The pain &amp; joy!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-2380906619661301929</id><published>2007-06-27T21:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:33:55.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The letter</title><content type='html'>Well, I got down to it this evening and finally wrote my resignation letter. It's brief, short and sweet. Writing the letter was emotionless and I am happy the writing of it is over. Tomorrow is the day when I meet with my managers so I am have some anxieties about that meeting. I just want this taken off my shoulders, I want to be FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just another working day. It was VERY hot and humid but I got through the day with no problems. Saw my BF earlier in the day and it was a good start to my day. Seeing him is always a good start or a wonderful ending to my day. He will be in Toronto 49 days, we have a lot of plans for when we are together in Toronto. Tomorrow he will go to my job interview w/ the family that wants me to work for them. I don't know how I feel about being a nanny but I am willing to do anything to help out my BF and keep my sanity. I will drive me crazy if I become jobless after working and being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; for the last 5years. It will be a big adjustment making a lot less than what I am making now. When you make less you spend less and this adjustment will be a hard one. I have become used to making and spending my own money and adjusting to the change will be difficult for both myself and my BF. We are strong so I am confident we will work through whatever situation comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later alligator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-2380906619661301929?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/2380906619661301929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=2380906619661301929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2380906619661301929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2380906619661301929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/06/letter.html' title='The letter'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-8440215882607344159</id><published>2007-06-26T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:29:06.762-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VISA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian lessons'/><title type='text'>Resignation Letter</title><content type='html'>Why am I having a hard time drafting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;resignation&lt;/span&gt; letter? I don't know what to say, its hard writing this letter because I really love my job. I am also very anxious to meet with my managers on Thursday. I have a couple more days to formulate something so I am going to go ahead an procrastinate some more.&lt;br /&gt;I read again today to my BF, he was very supportive w/ my butchering of his lovely language. Counting down the days until I pick up my visa, I am so nervous that the consulate will change their minds. Can you imagine I showed up there and I was denied after I was told I was approved and given a pick up date. I would be so sad but not for long because nothing will stop me from being w/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chicco&lt;/span&gt;. I am staying positive as that's all I can do. My BF is going to a job interview for me on Thursday for a nanny position. He will meet with the family that wants me as their nanny and he will negotiate my salary and work hours with my input of course.&lt;br /&gt;Still enjoying my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; my right hand is killing me. I seriously need to get myself to the physiotherapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later alligator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-8440215882607344159?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/8440215882607344159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=8440215882607344159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8440215882607344159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8440215882607344159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/06/resignation-letter.html' title='Resignation Letter'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-288859467186396898</id><published>2007-06-25T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:33.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian lessons'/><title type='text'>My new Blackberry!</title><content type='html'>Today is a good day as I got me a new toy. Like I stated in my previous post, my addiction to the blackberry is something else. The newest blackberry came out today w/ the cell company I am with and I was one of the first to have it. And am I totally lovin' it? oh yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RoBS9y8ImAI/AAAAAAAAADY/GTwxfdwDVNU/s1600-h/P6260075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080151601273411586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RoBS9y8ImAI/AAAAAAAAADY/GTwxfdwDVNU/s320/P6260075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the damn heat wave in Toronto nothing new is happening. I decided not to go to kickboxing tonight because I am tired as I did not sleep too well lastnight. I laid down to sleep at 930pm and was still awake at 130am, why you ask? well ANXIETY is the only word.&lt;br /&gt;This week I am meeting w/ my manager to give my resignation letter. I was thinking lastnight what exactly I should say in the letter and tyring to figure out the perfect speech. I am feeling the pain at the moment in my eyes as I am VERY tired. I am trying to stay awake as late as possible so I can get a decent amount of sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;My Italian tutor had to cancel today because her mama is sick. So I had my lesson today w/ my BF, which was funny because I am sure he was thinking "this girl reads so slow" and I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later alligator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RoBS1y8Il_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/RDEW2xctaPs/s1600-h/P6260074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-288859467186396898?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/288859467186396898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=288859467186396898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/288859467186396898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/288859467186396898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-blackberry.html' title='My new Blackberry!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RoBS9y8ImAI/AAAAAAAAADY/GTwxfdwDVNU/s72-c/P6260075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5713081805203238364</id><published>2007-06-22T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:50:58.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carpal Tunnel Syndrome'/><title type='text'>carpal tunnel syndrome</title><content type='html'>So do I not honestly believe I am suffering from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CTS&lt;/span&gt;.  Why? well I am addicted to my blackberry. I have had one for many years and have found over time my use has become excessive. Many of my friends have one so that must be the reason. It has allowed me to communicate with them w/out having to speak with them. Sometimes you don't want to talk but sending a quick PIN saying "hello" is all what's needed to keep in touch. I am currently waiting for my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt; which I will bring w/ me to Italy. My phone company is charging 500.00 to terminate my contract so the BF and I decided that taking it w/ me will be the best option. I will be able to use a local SIM card while I am there and send PIN/email messages. So back to the self diagnosis of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CTS&lt;/span&gt;. I have cancelled 2 appointments with the physiotherapist due to scheduling conflicts. I will eventually make it there but until then I suffer w/ the pain and continue typing away on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crackberry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5713081805203238364?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5713081805203238364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5713081805203238364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5713081805203238364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5713081805203238364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/06/carpal-tunnel-syndrome.html' title='carpal tunnel syndrome'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-2816230751329630301</id><published>2007-06-21T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:32:07.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VISA'/><title type='text'>55 Days</title><content type='html'>I can't believe he will arrive in 55 days. Things are moving along as planned for the big move in September. My BF found us a lovely apartment which he will sign the contract for this weekend. I am excited to live outside of his mother's home and also not a stone throw away from his mother's home. We will be living in newly developed area w/ many new homes and apartments. I pick up my visa in 10days, a student visa is what I applied and have been approved for. I have to tell all about getting my student visa but I have to officially have it in my hand before I share the secret;). In a matter of 9 days I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; provide my employer with my termination letter. Gosh what am I going to say in the letter? How will I present it to my team? (shouldn't be hard as the majority of the know).  Leaving my job will be the hardest part as I truly love my job and the people I work with minus one person (keep that one the down low, just in case). Everything is coming into place, in just a matter of months I will be LEAVING ON A JET PLANE......can i get a A-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flickin&lt;/span&gt;-Men.....Don't know what else to tell you all but I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-2816230751329630301?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/2816230751329630301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=2816230751329630301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2816230751329630301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2816230751329630301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/06/55-days.html' title='55 Days'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-8524956706402961777</id><published>2007-05-14T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:09:15.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24'/><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>I am totally a hugh 24 fan. I missed a couple of episodes when I was in Italy so I have had to play catch-up. Jack Bauer is amazing he always seems to save the day, how unrealistic eh? There are a few more episodes until the season finally which I am looking forward to. I don't think they are showing 24 in Italy, what will I do? I guess I will have to search online or download episodes on itunes. One think I will miss when I am in Italy is all the unrealistic television series that we get this side of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another think, my Italian conversation tutor that I meet with weekly cancelled on me today because he uncle passed away. Since May 21 is a holiday in Canada, I will not meet with her next week either. Our next conversation will take place on May 28th, in the meantime I have to listen, speak and write in Italian. I will not be doing this on my blog as I don't want people to laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also got this weird feeling that people were ignoring me. I made phone calls to important people in my life and not one person had returned my phone call. I was actually quite sad about it as usually these people call or email me throughout the day. My BF told me I was reading into the situation too much. He is the only one, of course, who called/emailed me today...xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE and hair grease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. why do i keep closing my blogs with that line. We used to say that back in the day...yes i am old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-8524956706402961777?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/8524956706402961777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=8524956706402961777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8524956706402961777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8524956706402961777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/05/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5998540250793106763</id><published>2007-05-13T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:34.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paparazzi'/><title type='text'>PAPARAZZI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw these pics, the first thing that came to mind was...oh my gosh the PAPARAZZI. There is just something about them that makes me think that. Maybe I am reading too much of people magazine. Anyway, my BF's friend took these (totally unaware) and he is a photographer in Italy, so I guess that's why they turned out this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at the marathon in Padova watching the thousands of people who ran from somewhere far. His mamma also did a mini Padova run/walk so we were there to support her and the others. Enjoy!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RkdP3asCvbI/AAAAAAAAACA/AL6U72qczAA/s1600-h/22Apr07+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064104119476862386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RkdP3asCvbI/AAAAAAAAACA/AL6U72qczAA/s320/22Apr07+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RkdQGasCvcI/AAAAAAAAACI/GINIhzB4UmY/s1600-h/22Apr07+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064104377174900162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RkdQGasCvcI/AAAAAAAAACI/GINIhzB4UmY/s320/22Apr07+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RkdQp6sCvdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8HXiwzR2VR0/s1600-h/22Apr07+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064104987060256210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RkdQp6sCvdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8HXiwzR2VR0/s320/22Apr07+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RkdQ1asCveI/AAAAAAAAACY/EVzLH3n6Lrk/s1600-h/22Apr07+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064105184628751842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RkdQ1asCveI/AAAAAAAAACY/EVzLH3n6Lrk/s320/22Apr07+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5998540250793106763?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5998540250793106763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5998540250793106763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5998540250793106763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5998540250793106763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/05/paparazzi.html' title='PAPARAZZI'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RkdP3asCvbI/AAAAAAAAACA/AL6U72qczAA/s72-c/22Apr07+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-7040979370049164175</id><published>2007-05-12T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:33:44.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret language'/><title type='text'>Good Idea Dan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uCzM98Qj9Lc&amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uCzM98Qj9Lc&amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My BF and I have adopted the phrase in this commerical. When he comes up with a brillant idea I say "good idea Dan". I didn't know where the phrase came from until he showed me this commerical. When I come up with a brilliant idea he says "good idea Sally". So we are Dan &amp;amp; Sally. Can't have Dan without Sally...lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-7040979370049164175?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/7040979370049164175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=7040979370049164175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7040979370049164175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7040979370049164175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-idea-dan.html' title='Good Idea Dan!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-8232423094174472256</id><published>2007-05-12T20:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:34.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VISA'/><title type='text'>"I had the time of my life"</title><content type='html'>I am back from Italy and can truly say "I had the time of my life". Spending time w/ my BF and of course his mother made me realize how much I need to be with this man. My first days in Italy was all about business &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. job/visa inquires etc. I told my BF that I would not spend any more than 3 business days making those specific inquires. As I did not want my vacation spent in government line-ups. I will try to capture as much as possible about my trip in the next few blogs if I don't get through all of it in this post. First stop;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Immigration office-2days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the office was only open on Tues/Thurs from 11am-1pm we didn't have much time. When we arrived there were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of people ahead of us as we got there at 1030&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amish&lt;/span&gt;. We took a number and didn't realize that many of the people came at 8am to collect their number. So we were basically looking at waiting the entire two hours and our chances of having to come back the next day were very high. Thank God my BF was with me because the lady in the office only spoke Italian. It also appeared that all of the immigrants also spoke Italian, which really surprised me. Anyway, at the end of it all we had no luck at the immigration office. We had a letter of job offer from a company that would provide me with work but were told that letter would not be accepted until the quotas were released. The staff had no idea when that would be. They advised us to apply for a student visa as that was the only way until the new immigration laws were passed. Here is a pics of me at the immigration office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RkZlRqsCvaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-F2IcR6OxY/s1600-h/P4240033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063846185215901090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RkZlRqsCvaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-F2IcR6OxY/s320/P4240033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized on this trip that knowing the right people one can get things done. For the last 5 months I have been applying for a job with the American navy at their base in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vicenza&lt;/span&gt;. The position has been vacant since January, so you would think that they would at least provide me with an interview. We have a connection on the American base the hiring manager for the position that I have been applying for the last 5 months (what a coincidence). My BF was able to speak to her and she informed us that the only way to get a job on the base is if your Italian or American citizen. So there goes my chances of that job which was directly related to my present work in Toronto. In this case knowing the right person did not work for us. So moving right along. I then told my boyfriend that applying for a student &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;visa&lt;/span&gt; would probably be the best bet. He searched on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; for a reasonable priced non-private language school and found one not to far from his house. We then went to the school to apply and requested the letter of enrollment. The school told us that they had no problems with their students obtaining student visa to study, so we are very hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apartment-1/2 day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of those, if you know the right person things COULD work out. Once again we thought we did. Across the street from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; house lives this old man, a very wealthy old man. This old man owns all four units in his condo one of which he lives in and the other three he rents out. Before I arrived my BF ran into the old man who informed him that one of the units would be vacant effective May 2007. Wasn't that good news for us, of course it was. It meant we could live across the street from his mother (sniff, sniff..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;), live in a very big two bedroom apartment with two balconies, live 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; from the centre and pay a lot less for rent. Each day I would look at our future apartment and was happy to know that in months it would be ours. I was also happy that our rent would be affordable and was happier to know that his mother's balcony/windows faced the opposite way, so there would be no peeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt; thing happening.&lt;br /&gt;Our dream for this apartment has currently been shattered because the wealthy old man has decided to keep the apartment vacant for tax purposes. He told my BF that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; to keep it vacant as he didn't want to pay too much taxes at the end of the year. You must understand that my BF has offered to buy this property from the wealthy old man many times but he refused to sell it now he is complaining about paying taxes. My BF believes because of his old age he might change his mind again just at the right time. In the meantime my BF will continue purposefully run into him as one of those run ins might solve our apartment issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I left without a visa, apartment, job or a hairdresser, I still had the time of my life. More to come on my trip....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little message for my new friend, Paola. I know you read my blog and just wanted to say "get well soon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE and hair grease....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-8232423094174472256?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/8232423094174472256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=8232423094174472256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8232423094174472256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8232423094174472256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-had-time-of-my-life_12.html' title='&quot;I had the time of my life&quot;'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RkZlRqsCvaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-F2IcR6OxY/s72-c/P4240033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4857434438351771862</id><published>2007-04-25T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:34.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinque Terre'/><title type='text'>Cinque Terre</title><content type='html'>Things are well in Italy, the weather is beautiful and the food is fabolous. Chicco and I had planned on visiting Germany and Austria in the next coming days but we have changed our mind. He will now take me to a romantic place, Cinque Terre. He tells me it's beautiful so I am looking forward to seeing the lovely area.&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Bassano where Chicco flys. He is into paragliding and is always talking about how much he enjoys that sport, is it a sport? I guess it is. Anyway, it was wonderful to see him fly and I was able to take some pictures. Take a look.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/Ri-TO9b7kWI/AAAAAAAAABc/tBJmWAiAkwA/s1600-h/P4250037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/Ri-TO9b7kWI/AAAAAAAAABc/tBJmWAiAkwA/s320/P4250037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057422791779520866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and I am still enjoying my bike. As I have finally gotten over my jet lag, I hope to enjoy it more in the coming days. I also forgot I had allergies during this time of the year and for this reason did not pack any allergy medication.  I have been able to take some medication given to me by Chicco's mother and because my Italian is VERY limited I am not sure what I am taking...lol, Chicco tells me it's for allergies...until next time...peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4857434438351771862?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4857434438351771862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4857434438351771862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4857434438351771862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4857434438351771862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/04/cinque-terre.html' title='Cinque Terre'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/Ri-TO9b7kWI/AAAAAAAAABc/tBJmWAiAkwA/s72-c/P4250037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4230338593358957584</id><published>2007-04-22T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:35.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>my new BIKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; Padova. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arrived&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;safetly&lt;/span&gt; in Padova &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;flight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;unexpected&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;delay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;airport&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;officials&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;arrived&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. Chicco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ususal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;greeted&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;warmly&lt;/span&gt;. Chicco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;suprised&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;unexpected&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RitY3e5ztMI/AAAAAAAAABU/I6Klwd_KJzs/s1600-h/P4210001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RitY3e5ztMI/AAAAAAAAABU/I6Klwd_KJzs/s320/P4210001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056232716865090754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4230338593358957584?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4230338593358957584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4230338593358957584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4230338593358957584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4230338593358957584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-new-bike.html' title='my new BIKE'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RitY3e5ztMI/AAAAAAAAABU/I6Klwd_KJzs/s72-c/P4210001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-1280318917719856647</id><published>2007-04-20T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:37:30.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Bye.....Bye....</title><content type='html'>Leaving today for Italy....yippeee. I am no where ready for this trip but I got kick it up a notch and get myself together. I leave in 8 hours...oh my gosh!&lt;br /&gt;See you when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-1280318917719856647?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/1280318917719856647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=1280318917719856647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1280318917719856647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1280318917719856647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/04/byebye.html' title='Bye.....Bye....'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-226436171346443717</id><published>2007-04-17T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:15:08.748-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet plane!</title><content type='html'>In two days I will be leaving for Italy, which mean in three days I will be in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-226436171346443717?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/226436171346443717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=226436171346443717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/226436171346443717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/226436171346443717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/04/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet plane!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4740427934455925565</id><published>2007-04-06T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:11:16.003-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>For all of you!</title><content type='html'>LOVE Ya&lt;br /&gt;One morning you will never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Do all your friends know you love them?&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking...I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered&lt;br /&gt;if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.&lt;br /&gt;Let everyone of your friends know you love them.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you think they don't love you back,&lt;br /&gt;you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do.&lt;br /&gt;And just in case GOD calls me home before I see you again.......&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4740427934455925565?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4740427934455925565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4740427934455925565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4740427934455925565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4740427934455925565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-all-of-you.html' title='For all of you!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-996304196575200735</id><published>2007-03-20T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:17:26.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ex-girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian culture'/><title type='text'>Dinner w/ the ex</title><content type='html'>I was speaking w/ my BF today who informed me that his ex-girlfriend would be coming over to his house for dinner. She is close to his mother and sister so they decided to invite her over for dinner to celebrate her graduation. My reaction to this? well I questioned as to why he needed to be present for the dinner. And he said he felt he needed to be there for support because she is not close to her family and has had issues w/ an eating disorder, he felt if he was not there "she would have problems". So I thanked him for telling me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; my first reaction was not good. I am not at all threatened by her but I know he would have some questions if I had a dinner for my ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a culture thing? here the parents would ask the son/daughter if it was okay to have their ex over for dinner. Once your an ex, in most situations, the parents respect that and would not invite their daughter/sons ex over for dinner if they said no.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love him all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-996304196575200735?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/996304196575200735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=996304196575200735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/996304196575200735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/996304196575200735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/03/dinner-w-ex.html' title='Dinner w/ the ex'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-3701691104924575555</id><published>2007-03-19T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:07:51.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>We never had the opportunity to meet but I know enough about you to dedicate this blog entry to you. From what I hear you were a great man, well liked by many and admired by the masses. A large number of people came out in your honour on that beautiful day in September. I was one week away from meeting you and was very sad the day I heard you had passed. Know that your missed by your son, wife, daughter &amp; everyone else you touched while you were with us. As you continue to watch over your family, particularly your son, I send you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; wish; HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-3701691104924575555?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/3701691104924575555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=3701691104924575555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3701691104924575555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3701691104924575555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5312698321767581290</id><published>2007-03-16T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:35.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC picture'/><title type='text'>NYC departure!</title><content type='html'>leaving the airport after our NYC trip. Still haven't posted about the trip because there is just so much to tell, all good stuff of course. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RftLls6TVHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NmFQ0qck_4g/s1600-h/P1040018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042707318854341746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RftLls6TVHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NmFQ0qck_4g/s320/P1040018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5312698321767581290?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5312698321767581290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5312698321767581290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5312698321767581290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5312698321767581290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/03/nyc-departure.html' title='NYC departure!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RftLls6TVHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NmFQ0qck_4g/s72-c/P1040018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5108213187893556524</id><published>2007-03-16T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:23:33.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immirgrants'/><title type='text'>Racism, Sexism, Ageism</title><content type='html'>I happened to send a message to my friend on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; the other day letting him know how excited I was to be moving to Italy. He is Italian but is now living in NYC for work. He asked me where in Italy I would be living and I told him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Padova&lt;/span&gt;. The next words he typed was "are you crazy". I of course wanted to know why he would ask me such a question. He said "the Italians in that area are closed minded", "you could have picked any where else in Italy to live Milan, Rome and I would have best wishes for you". I asked him to explain himself and he went on to say that I would have a hard time living there because of the Italian's view of black people, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; those from Africa. After our brief exchange I of course a million and one thoughts started racing through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after speaking w/ my friend I shoot off an email to my boyfriend fearful of what is to come. I ask all these questions which I know the answer too but need to be reassured that he loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of African immigrants living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Padova&lt;/span&gt; and I have read &amp; heard how the African &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;immigrants&lt;/span&gt; are treated by the Italian government/people. I have not had any bad experiences during my travels in Italy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt; the reception has always been quite warm and welcoming. I know the Italian people don't see me as "an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;immigrant&lt;/span&gt;" I am more of a tourist in those situations. But what will happen when I have to look for a job, access services etc. I have come to realization that sexism &amp;amp; ageism is what I will have face as I have been obtaining information from some of the expats living in Italy. But one thing that I have placed aside is my race and how it will effect how I live in Italy whether I am there legally or not.&lt;br /&gt;I often tell my BF that the African people do not live their country to come to Europe to be poor, unemployed, uneducated. It's the government that allows the immigrants to resort to working illegally &amp; doing all means necessary to make a living. His view on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;immigrants&lt;/span&gt; is much different now then it was before because I have shed some light on the situation. Educating him on the conditions in some of these countries, Sudan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ethiopia&lt;/span&gt; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Canada there are laws protecting individuals from Racism, Sexism &amp; Ageism, is there such laws in Italy? Something I guess that I need to research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my friend right, as a black woman will I have a hard time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5108213187893556524?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5108213187893556524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5108213187893556524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5108213187893556524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5108213187893556524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/03/racism-sexism-ageism.html' title='Racism, Sexism, Ageism'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4011497391218973065</id><published>2007-03-10T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:43:43.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anonymous comments'/><title type='text'>My Boring Blog!</title><content type='html'>Someone sent an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; comment to my blog about how boring it is. I am not on this blog world to please anyone. It's just an outlet for me to express my feelings and the process of my venture to Italy. It also includes a lot of other things as well. I appreciate all the comments however please respect my blog space. If you have something to say, posting a comment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anonymously&lt;/span&gt; does not allow me to reply to the comment. Read with pleasure not pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4011497391218973065?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4011497391218973065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4011497391218973065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4011497391218973065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4011497391218973065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-boring-blog.html' title='My Boring Blog!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-6292109583255258638</id><published>2007-03-10T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:40:29.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian bureaucracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VISA'/><title type='text'>wait....wait....wait!</title><content type='html'>My journey to Italy has included A LOT of waiting. My BF and I have been told once again that we must wait. We were told this week that we would have to wait until Wednesday. Our Italian connection really functions on a different time. Once the wait is over, we will have an idea of my status upon arriving to Italy. I will keep you all posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-6292109583255258638?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/6292109583255258638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=6292109583255258638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6292109583255258638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/6292109583255258638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/03/waitwaitwait.html' title='wait....wait....wait!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5257076822394847487</id><published>2007-02-21T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:13:53.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna Nicole Smith'/><title type='text'>Holly"weird"</title><content type='html'>Honestly, is anyone else watching the Anna Nicole case unfold. The judge is having a field day in that court room. I happen to catch a bit of the trial today on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FOXNews&lt;/span&gt; and I was amazed at some of the comments the judge was making. I have been in court many times and I have never heard a judge carry on the way this judge is carrying on.  For some reason I don't by the mother's story. She was not believable to me today when she was on the stand. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; when she was speaking about not receiving money from the media for her stories. I hope this story ends soon. I also thing this judge is interviewing for his own television show, what the hell is that? It has become a circus, a show only known to hollywood. Without a doubt this is bizarre case. It is funny that everyone is dancing around the word "drugs" they have been using the word "perscription". The judge is the fact finder in this case because there is no judge. I think the judge takes a liking to Vergie and Birkhead. This is a dead serious case, sorry no pun intented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5257076822394847487?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5257076822394847487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5257076822394847487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5257076822394847487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5257076822394847487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/02/hollyweird.html' title='Holly&quot;weird&quot;'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-1288595625976086556</id><published>2007-02-20T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:50:28.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Teaching</title><content type='html'>So today I decided to put some of my teaching skills to work. I have a client who speaks very little English so I decided to start practicing my teaching with him. It was actually very rewarding to teach and I enjoyed the joy that he got out of learning the English language. I will continue to meet with him once a week as that is all the time I can give at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;I guess teaching English might not be so bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-1288595625976086556?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/1288595625976086556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=1288595625976086556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1288595625976086556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/1288595625976086556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/02/teaching.html' title='Teaching'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-70162388344166799</id><published>2007-02-20T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:18:45.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna Nicole Smith'/><title type='text'>Anna Nicole Smith</title><content type='html'>Why am I so hooked on this story? Her story is very sad to me. She died under such horrific circumstances. Whether she died of a drug overdose, was addictive to drugs, lived a promiscuous lifestyle she is still a human being. I am appalled by all the media attention her death is receiving. The question as to where she should be laid to rest should not have gone on for this long. There are so many parties who through this long drawn out process is making a shit load of money. The longer the proceedings go on the more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;, individuals are collecting. Let the woman rest in peace already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-70162388344166799?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/70162388344166799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=70162388344166799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/70162388344166799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/70162388344166799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/02/anna-nicole-smith.html' title='Anna Nicole Smith'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-2769102285619873046</id><published>2007-02-19T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:24:38.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>A dream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt; I had a very interesting dream, a dream that included my father. As you all know it is always hard to recall your dreams. I don't know the exact details but I know someone identified as "daddy" was in my dream. BTW, I don't know who my father is and I have no memory of him:( It has always been a goal of mine to locate my father so that my children would know there grandfather. So what I decided to do this morning, I called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; consulate in Toronto and asked for direction in obtaining my birth certificate. By requesting my BC I would be able to get my father's name, as I do not know it. Once I get his name then I can start my search in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; and where ever else I have to go. I have some family and other contacts in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; so I am asking that they start the search with me. All we know is his last name which is no longer my last name as my mother went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; in the early 90's to change my last name. I felt very compelled to start the process now. I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;originally&lt;/span&gt; decided to put it off until I move over seas but something in that dream made me start the process sooner. I could ask my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt; for his name but I just don't want to go there with her. We talk about everything else but HIM, you know what I mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-2769102285619873046?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/2769102285619873046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=2769102285619873046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2769102285619873046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2769102285619873046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/02/dream.html' title='A dream!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-2237135425004215147</id><published>2007-02-19T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:12:03.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salmon Sunday'/><title type='text'>Salmon!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I told you guys about salmon Sundays. I have to report that the salmon did not taste too good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt;, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eatable&lt;/span&gt; but it was just not the same as other Sundays. And I am not able to figure out why the salmon taste different......i have to ask the expert, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-2237135425004215147?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/2237135425004215147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=2237135425004215147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2237135425004215147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2237135425004215147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/02/salmom.html' title='Salmon!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-3581019964944926992</id><published>2007-02-18T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:12:40.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salmon Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamma'/><title type='text'>Salmon Sundays!</title><content type='html'>Since my late teens, early adulthood my mother always made salmon on Sundays. She has a special way of making the salmon in the oven and then tops it off with the best made white rice. I love white rice and I love salmon. So since, I have been living on my own, I have adopted "salmon Sundays". Which means, every Sunday I make salmon w/ white rice. Each Sunday the salmon taste different. It depends on how long I cook the salmon, usually no more than 12-15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, where I purchased the salmon and how much I paid for it. I try to purchase the best salmon how I do that? well I ask the guy behind the counter. I expect that he will sell me a good one. The rice usually cooks the same as I have had the same bag of rice since I moved here in 2005. That's not a bad thing is it? I eat a lot of rice but not that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-3581019964944926992?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/3581019964944926992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=3581019964944926992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3581019964944926992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/3581019964944926992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/02/salmon-sundays.html' title='Salmon Sundays!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-8865749296460785675</id><published>2007-02-14T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:56:48.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Well Valentine's day is about to end in a few hours and really I am not feeling any different than I was feeling yesterday. I know that every day is a special day for my BF and I so this day is no more special than every other day he has been in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; when I was younger I always wanted to have the perfect Valentine's day with whom ever I was with, if anybody. I wanted the roses, the chocolates, the diamonds etc, now as I have gotten older the meaning is different. Today I witnessed many men buying million dollar roses for their partners/mistress and thought to myself, why? Why must woman get roses on Valentine's day? why not just every day a woman/man could be appreciated for loving and being loved. We all know the answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto had its first big snow fall today. It was wonderful, I would have taken some pics but I was too busy at work today. And now the snow is all brown from the slush and dirt so it is no longer pretty. Will I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;e snow when I am in Italy? probably, as I have become so used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-8865749296460785675?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/8865749296460785675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=8865749296460785675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8865749296460785675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8865749296460785675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-8556139157108149107</id><published>2007-02-13T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:31:16.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian bureaucracy'/><title type='text'>30 days....uggghhhhh</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chicco&lt;/span&gt; will not have his high speed for another 30 days. He called the company today and they said it would take an additional 30 days for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; to be back in full swing. I guess we have to tolerate the dial-up for now. It could be worse he could have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; at all...&lt;br /&gt;I explained to him that if the internet company did to me what they have done to him here in Canada I would switch to anther company. His response was "it would be longer if I was to switch companies". Do they not know about customer service? My internet provider get's a mouth full when my internet is down for more than 1minute. Yes i know, I am a bitch. But I am hugh on customer service. How will I navigate the customer service gals and fellows if I cannot speak the language? Oh I will find a way....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-8556139157108149107?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/8556139157108149107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=8556139157108149107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8556139157108149107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8556139157108149107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/02/30-daysuggghhhhh.html' title='30 days....uggghhhhh'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-7950412164850601419</id><published>2007-02-12T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T19:26:41.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian bureaucracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto winter'/><title type='text'>burrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Howdie&lt;/span&gt;, nothing new to report on this end. Actually the only thing is that it is VERY cold in Toronto. We are apparently getting a big snow storm from America (damn Americans) tomorrow night. I love the snow as long as its not too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chicco&lt;/span&gt; is good. I love him more and more each day. His high speed connection is down, so he is currently using dial up. Dial-up in Italy is awful, I wish that on no one. So our communication is not the same, the images on messenger freezes and we have to talk as our speech is chopped up. It's like not talking to him, that's how I feel when we are speaking. I miss you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-7950412164850601419?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/7950412164850601419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=7950412164850601419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7950412164850601419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7950412164850601419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/02/burrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='burrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-2921791302347355120</id><published>2007-02-08T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:56:52.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS</title><content type='html'>How is everyone? Chicco surprised me today with a lot of good news and I thought I would share with the world.&lt;br /&gt;1) a package I sent to him a few weeks ago for valentines day has arrived. The funny thing is that the card arrived two days after I posted it but the box was missing. However today he received it and he will open the box on Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;2) It really is who you know in Italy....that is all I can say as I don't want to jinx anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-2921791302347355120?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/2921791302347355120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=2921791302347355120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2921791302347355120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2921791302347355120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-news.html' title='GOOD NEWS'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5803600119972912173</id><published>2007-02-05T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:56:52.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>So I managed to watch the super bowl with my family last night. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt; prepared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt;, drum sticks, fish cakes and lovely desserts. It was a wonderful time with family watching the game. I lost 50.00 dollars as I was hoping for Chicago to win...damn it! and how upset was I that in Canada we did not see any of the American &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;commercials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it be like this time next year when I am not able to watch the super bowl. It's been part of my life as long as I can remember...I guess next year I will know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5803600119972912173?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5803600119972912173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5803600119972912173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5803600119972912173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5803600119972912173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/02/super-bowl.html' title='Super Bowl'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-8643375083860696397</id><published>2007-01-28T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:36:30.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEFL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TESOL'/><title type='text'>CERTIFIED!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have finally finished the TEFL/TESOL course. I am not certified to teach English and eagerly looking forward to see what opportunities this brings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chicco&lt;/span&gt; and I. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-8643375083860696397?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/8643375083860696397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=8643375083860696397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8643375083860696397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/8643375083860696397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/01/certified.html' title='CERTIFIED!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-4952841673778593538</id><published>2007-01-23T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:37:26.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Booked for Italy!</title><content type='html'>Well guess what? I just booked another trip to Italy. It's not the BIG trip but it is in preparation for the BIG move:). Enrico and I have not decided on the big move day but we have had a lot of discussion about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; by the end of summer.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-4952841673778593538?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/4952841673778593538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=4952841673778593538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4952841673778593538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/4952841673778593538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/01/booked-for-italy.html' title='Booked for Italy!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-7799486965165840215</id><published>2007-01-14T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:14:41.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TEFL Day 2</title><content type='html'>I have completed day 2 of this TEFL course that I am taking. This day was much better, I actually enjoyed what I learned. I am staying motivated by thinking about the end. And remembering WHY I am doing this; for US. Hang in there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-7799486965165840215?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/7799486965165840215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=7799486965165840215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7799486965165840215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/7799486965165840215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/01/tefl-day-2.html' title='TEFL Day 2'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-2372933511825730393</id><published>2007-01-13T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T20:22:01.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TEFL</title><content type='html'>BORING...BORING...BORING.....today I completed my first class of TEFL. It was a very boring class. I am really eager to learn how to teach but it just seemed boring to me. I wonder if it's the way the teacher was delivering the material? or was it because I was VERY tired? I will continue along and keep you all posted. I hope it gets better:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-2372933511825730393?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/2372933511825730393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=2372933511825730393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2372933511825730393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2372933511825730393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/01/tefl.html' title='TEFL'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-2581647924751044706</id><published>2007-01-11T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:38:30.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOGA!</title><content type='html'>oh my......do I say my body is in tremendous pain. I went to Yoga today and if I knew I would be in this much pain, I would have opted out. I do feel good and was very relaxed during the class. I will be attending weekly with the hope that my body will become much more flexible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post shortly about holidays w/ Chicco...sooooooo much to tell so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-2581647924751044706?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/2581647924751044706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=2581647924751044706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2581647924751044706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2581647924751044706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/01/yoga.html' title='YOGA!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-9057754141354526817</id><published>2007-01-07T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:11:35.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RaGyW3fMAEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LTQkmYdTNU/s1600-h/bracelet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017487565789069378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RaGyW3fMAEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LTQkmYdTNU/s320/bracelet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift from Enrico. I could not have asked for more...actually being together will be the ultimate gift...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-9057754141354526817?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/9057754141354526817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=9057754141354526817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/9057754141354526817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/9057754141354526817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-christmas-gift.html' title='My Christmas Gift'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/RaGyW3fMAEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LTQkmYdTNU/s72-c/bracelet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5005054361943191313</id><published>2006-12-26T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:09:37.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buone Feste!</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a good Christmas. There was no snow in Toronto and the weather was quite warm. Today is boxing so there was a lot of crazy people out trying to grab a deal. I refused to be one of those people. I hate crowds, traffic and clutter and that is what boxing day is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicco has arrived in NYC and he is having a wonderful time. He has been doing much of the tourist stuff with his family &amp;amp; is enjoying every moment of it. When I arrive him and I will spend a lot of time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of the holidays, see you in the '07'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5005054361943191313?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5005054361943191313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5005054361943191313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5005054361943191313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5005054361943191313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2006/12/buone-feste.html' title='Buone Feste!'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-5866929453126132360</id><published>2006-12-18T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:01:34.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday in NYC</title><content type='html'>Well, I only have 9 more sleeps until I land in NYC. I have been there MANY times so I am not excited in that sense. My excitement is because with just 9 more sleeps I will see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chicco&lt;/span&gt;. I got him the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; gift. It took some work but I was able to put it all together. If I could tell you I would but he on occasion reads my blog. I kinda hoping for some snow there as there is none as yet in Toronto. Yes, believe it or not Toronto has not had any snow as yet. So I am hoping it snows there as it will be nice for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chicco&lt;/span&gt; to see snow in the North. I also wonder what the Christmas is like without snow or cold weather? How different will it be when I am living abroad during the holidays? do we say HOME SICK...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-5866929453126132360?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/5866929453126132360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=5866929453126132360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5866929453126132360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/5866929453126132360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-in-nyc.html' title='Holiday in NYC'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-2171718220097724096</id><published>2006-12-18T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:54:10.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girlie' Blog</title><content type='html'>So I decided to redesign my blog. I made it a little girlie' with some pinks, purples &amp;amp; reds. It's kinda bright but lovin' it for now. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-2171718220097724096?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/2171718220097724096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=2171718220097724096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2171718220097724096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/2171718220097724096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-girlie-blog.html' title='My Girlie&apos; Blog'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31431847.post-116639827971190144</id><published>2006-12-17T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:31:19.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian 101 FINISHED</title><content type='html'>Well, I survived my first Italian class. Can't say I am not fluent but I can get by if need be. I will continue my Italian in the coming year as the more practice I have the better ( I hope). The holidays are just around the corner. Will be in NYC for the holidays with Enrico and his family. He is going to NYC to visit some relatives so we decided to spend the time together as well.&lt;br /&gt;I figured the more I communicate w/ his non-English speaking relatives the better it will be for me. His mother is always asking "how is her Italian going". The pressure is on as I am expected to speak Italian during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31431847-116639827971190144?l=enroute2padova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/feeds/116639827971190144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31431847&amp;postID=116639827971190144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/116639827971190144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31431847/posts/default/116639827971190144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enroute2padova.blogspot.com/2006/12/italian-101-finished.html' title='Italian 101 FINISHED'/><author><name>Ms. FoxyRoxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17468430928297341473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRyDW68WtwY/SDmeErTxJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/zJIXCVAkEL8/S220/DSC_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
