Sunday, March 30, 2008

General Life and Feelings.

Ok, some of my favorite stuff right now. Really, nothing exciting.

1. Davide. Who finally asked me to OFFICIALLY be his girlfriend last night. And OF COURSE I said yes. There have been so many times when I thought that he would, and then he would do something else. But it was really important to me not to pressure him into a relationship if he didn't want to. So I have stayed flexible and patient. But, I always wanted this.

You know, it's strange. I don't feel as totally elated and ecstatic as I thought I would...instead I just feel very calm and secure. I mean, really, nothing has changed about the everyday interactions that we have...but the title has been really significant to him (and not at all to me). And, so, I just feel really good that he has come naturally, on his own, without pressure from me, to this point. I don't know what I did right, but I just hope I don't mess it up.

I think about him sometimes, and I understand that I have somebody sooooo special. We get along so well, it's almost too easy. I can talk to him about everything. He's my best friend here. And I love him deeply. I want nothing but the best things for him. And I can't bear the idea of him hurting. And I have this urge to feed him. I've been cooking all week.

I wrote to my auntie Sal about him here:

I'm dating the effervescent and always clairvoyant Davide (say Dah-vee-day)...who is a MUCH better match for me than the Roman guy. He's always sunny, sociable, sensitive, a straight-shooter, and eerily perceptive. My mood changes the slightest bit and he's all over it and, GASP, wants to TALK about it. It freaks me out a little bit. I'm like: um, I don't understand. What do you mean by "talk" Like, about my feelings and stuff???? YEP.

He LOVES children, his whole face lights up and he plays with them like he is one. It's darling. I'm terrified of his mother, and I have an invitation to dinner at their house soon. I'm thinking about asking Silvia's parents to be proctor parents and come with me. He plays the guitar like a dream and sings English songs to me with a thick Italian accents. And he loves my chocolate-chip cookies (which he had never eaten before), and makes me pasta with tuna and mint. It's delicious. And he says I am becoming a Sicilian woman because I insist that he eat.

Good grief.

Have to mention that he has the most beautiful mouth and smile of any human being on earth...and a tongue like Mick Jaggars. What more could a girl want? [But the kicker is that he has hands like sculptures. And I have a terrible weakness for hands like his, they're just beautiful.]

And last night he told me that he was feeling very secure in his strong feelings for me. When was the last time you heard an American man talk about feeling secure with his feelings?

We watched MY FAVORITE MOVIE Under the Tuscan Sun last week together and laughed hysterically at the part when Frances and the beautiful Italian actor (that you LOVE so much I remember the pictures) are on the beach and he says, "Frances, your eyes are so beautiful, I could swim in them." And she laughs and says, "That's exactly what we American women think Italian men say." And then she essentially says, "I haven't had sex with someone in a long time, and I was wondering if you would like to sleep with me?" And he laughs and says, "That's exactly what we Italian men think American women say."

Doesn't seem to be a problem for either side though really :)

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So, yeah, things with Davide are moving along, and I just feel very relaxed with this. And I hope he feels the same....

But it has been my experience with him that he won't do anything he doesn't want to under any circumstances. So, he must really want this....hmmm. :)

Cute picture of us from the other day (he joked it looked like our wedding picture):





2. Weekend Players. My new favorite group. I always get happy when I listen to them. The song "Jericho" is just plain sexy, but this one "Walking into the Sun" reminds me of Davide. And it makes me happy.



See Lyrics:
Will you always keep me warm?
Hold me safe and away from harm?
Keep day from night and as the day fades?
Burn a candle bright for me?........

Will you always keep me warm
Hold me safe and away from harm
Keep day from night and as the day fades
Burn a candle bright for me

Walking into the sun
Walking into the sun
Walking into the sun
Walking into the sun

Will you always keep me warm
Give me shelter from the wildest storm
When I'm glowing
Will you tend evergreen love without end

Will you always keep me warm
Hold me safe and away from harm
Keep day from nightand as the day fades
Burn a candle bright for me

Will you always keep me warm
Hold me safe and away from harm
Keep day from nightand as the day fades
Burn a candle bright for me

Walking into the sun
Walking into the sun
Walking into the sun
Walking into the sun
Walking into the sun

Walking into the sun
Walking into the sun
Walking into the sun
Walking into the sun
Walking into the sun

They go right up there with Massive Attack, Sneaker Pimps, Everything But the Girl, Morcheeba, Faithless, Sia, and Dido. Good stuff.

3. The fact I can feel the weather changing.

I am SOOOOO ready for the summer. I am ready to go to the beach with friends, get a tan, swim in the Mediterranean, go windsurfing, BBQ, stay out late, visit friends in different parts (have plans to go to Rome and Reggio, and hopefully London).

4. Mozzarella and Ricotta cheese, Sicilian oranges, and Oatmeal.

First, with Oatmeal thing. I liked oatmeal in the USA, but it wasn't a priority. Now, since I can't find it here, I can't get enough of it. My mother spent a fortune on sending me some last month and I am almost out...luckily Silvia is on her way back from California with a shipment of it.

I have another addiction...the mozzarella here, which is totally different from the crap we get. What we eat isn't mozzarella, it's just plain white tasteless cheese. I could live on caprese (mozzarella, tomatos, basil with olive oil).

But the thing to trump all is the ricotta. OMG. OMG. OMG. Silvia's mom took me to a home where they have huge vats of hot, steaming, fresh ricotta made the same way it has been done for two thousand years. And I got to have a spoonful from the pot. Oh my goddess it was one of the best things I have ever eaten. And so she bought a batch the size of my head and sent me home with it. I eat it by the spoonful, and it's absolutely divine.


Ok, that's about it for now. :)

See, told you nothing that interesting. Just general stuff.