Going on Lately

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

    Sunday on the trek from Georgia to Florida all by myself, I thought about my current state... and when I did I couldn't stop laughing.

• Unwashed hair up in a twisted knot 
• A pounding headache starting at my temples up to my scalp
• My head was utterly congested
• My nose was running 90 to Nothing
• A scabby fever blister formed above my lip
• My voice went up 3 octaves, and would magically disappear during talking
• My coughing hack would spew contagious spit in all directions
• One contact had fell out of my eye and I had no replacement
• An intense scratchy throat 
• Loose fitting clothes for comfort
• Airplane pillow for neck support



    All of the above has been a fair description of my physical state for the past several days. No clue what I have, I'm too cheap to go to a doctor but have taken a great quantity of DayQuil/Nyqil, Throat Spray and Abreva to squelch it. The suggested ailments have included: serious head cold, influenza or laryngitis. I doubt it is one particular thing, just a combination of a few problems. 

    In the meantime, I figured I should catch up on my blog! This poor thing has been so lackluster of late, I still haven't wrote up on Italy! One day, one day. Besides those that- a few new things have sprung up.

   -On February 16th, our very first niece was born! She is so incredibly sweet and cute. Like I suspected, Graham has taken particular liking to her. He has visited her several times while I've been quarantined.


-I have just about finished redecorating my wall! I've been slowly but surely purchased, mended or crafted to work it out. I still think I need one more piece down the side, but that is still to be determined. (Plus after taking the picture I realized the small gold frame was tilted- it's fixed now ;)


-This past weekend I traveled with my Mama, Aunt Tracey, Granma Alice and Granma Mary to visit Charleston! We like to get all the girls together and shop/eat/have a good time. The only typical member missing was Listi- who said she can't wait to go next year! The actual amount of time we spent exploring "historical Charleston" was all of 1 hour for a free trolley ride. The remainder of time we had delicious meals and spent all of our money at the Tanger Outlets.




    So yeah! I'm still kicking it. Hopefully, I'm on the last leg of this dang sickness. But Graham has been on point with his compassion during this time! Meaning he has really babied me and catered to my every need. What a blessing to have that smart, sweet man. Speaking of- he was accepted into Graduate School yesterday! He just makes me so proud everyday. So February- it's been good to me.  I would love a big fat bowl of frozen yogurt more than anything right now- but besides that life is great. :)

Cruising for Graham's 28th

Thursday, February 5, 2015



    February 2nd my sweet Graham hit the big 28! In honor of his birthday we went on our first cruise together! We ended up picking a 3- day cruise leaving out of Port Canaveral. This was so much more fun than I predicted. We enjoyed the comedians, shows, hot tubs and unlimited food! We didn't have to wash a single dish, we slept in every morning and we ate no less than 6 meals (and 2 ice cream runs for me) per day! It was so incredibly relaxing.
    On Day 1 was very low- key. As soon as we boarded the ship, we just wondered around, trying to figure out what all 14 decks had. As we made our way we ended up dancing to the DJ's music while we played putt-putt and took full advantage of the adults only Serenity Spa deck.  A few hours after taking off, I began to feel really nauseated- seasickness? Ugh, my luck man, it sucks. So I had to take Graham's dramamine to fight off the craziness, so grateful I brought it. We figured that we would try the main dining room after snacking on the Lido deck all day and found it perfect for us! We ate there for breakfast and supper for the remainder of the trip. Then we laughed harder at the adult comedy show than we should have.
    Day 2 we woke up surpassing lots of islands on the side of our ship, and finally docked in at noon to Nassau, Bahamas. We had to go through a long process of getting off to get to our kayak excursion. After losing and then finding our group (thank heavens!) we finally made it aboard our Carnival sponsored boat to take us to the reef.. The really neat aspect of kayaking, and why we inevitably booked it, came from the clear bottom on the kayak, so we went through the coral reef seeing everything. The crystal water showed us schools of zebrafish, lionfish, the whole zoo. I even held a starfish that was at least 1 foot in diameter; no rules about endangered creatures in the Bahamas :) We were given the option to snorkel or swim after our tour, but opted out to continue in the kayaks to visit other parts we hadn't seen- plus the water was toooo cold. Afterwards we were jetted back to the port where we walked by the famed Straw Market and Senor Frogs, nothing we were really impressed by. It was obvious how poor and touristy the area was. We boarded our cruise ship and went on to enjoy the Elegant night- we dined on prime rib and lobsters- decked out in our nicer clothes. Graham didn't bring a tie that matched so I had to improvise (anyone who knows me will guess what I did after seeing the pictures above and below). Man, I love my Graham although I know I stress him out. Afterwards we went to a Mardi Gras dance party on the Empress floor. We kept the fun by playing bingo and listening to more comedy shows. We didn't fall asleep until way after midnight.
     Day 3 was our only full at sea day. We woke up, ate 2 breakfasts (seriously ya'll, we were binge eating the whole time) and scoured through the day's itinerary for *fun* things. After enjoying the Serenity area again, we spent quite some time at an art auction where we purchased absolutely nothing! Then onward bound to more bingo, more food, and a really interesting 80's themed show! My only qualm was that the show was full of thong- wearing dancers while many parents had brought their children, but they did dance beautifully. Every night we ended with more laughs at the comedy shows.
    Day 4 was the end of the road for the trip. We thoroughly enjoyed it, especially since it was the perfect cruise to get our feet wet. I would quickly go on another one, but would definitely like to changes a few things about my next trip. 1) More dramamine! Start taking before the ship leaves and every morning before I get the chance to think about it. 2) Pack less clothes. I am always over prepared in this aspect, I find it fairly unnecessary to have lots of clothes to deal with on the ship and then eventually unpack. 3) Dine with other cruisers. While we did love our flexibility and eating alone, I think next time it might be more enjoyable to make more friends on the ship. 4) Book a lengthier one! We had so much fun visiting Nassau, but we would have loved to visit more places and stay on the ship longer.
    Now, all that's left is to find a good enough reason to go on one again! ;)










28 is Great

Monday, February 2, 2015



    The title up there? Yeah, it's my new slogan for this year of Graham's life. We're both getting old but we are still having fun.
    So, when we left off Graham had just been gifted a 3 day cruise with yours truly. We arrived back on Sunday, one day before Graham's birthday which was this past Monday. My boy has been adamant about trying new restaurants, so when it was his turn to pick the location for his birthday dinner, he chose the Stonewood Grill and Tavern. The fellow Alexander's joined us at there, which turned out to be a steakhouse, where the birthday boy ordered a huge rib-eye.

   Afterwards we went over to Granddad's house for cake and ice cream. Graham and Granddad both have birthdays in the same week, so they even shared a cake. 28\\81... Therefore 281? I don't know, it worked though.





    See, I'm a natural Alexander, I fit right in These are my kind of people.




        Haha, happy birthday to my sweet, wonderful Graham. I love you so much, goofball. 

WL,Cole,Kellan

Saturday, January 17, 2015

    Three of the most adorable boys I've ever met spent a few hours in the early AM with Graham and I last week! I enjoy seeing them so much, I hate that we can't be together more often. WL + Cole act like I'm a celebrity as son as they see me- it's too cute. Though they are getting bigger they will indulge me with lap sitting and kisses galore. They even let me call them lovebugs or babydolls ;) The more they reach out to me, the better I see the distance from my relationship with their littlest brother. Kellan still feels kind of wayward toward me, sometimes he will be my friend, but that's to be expected since he was born after I moved away.
    When I get sad thinking about my distant relationships with my family, particularly the younger set, I think back... Two years ago, the day before my wedding, I dropped by my Grandma Marilyn's to pick up a few last minute things before traveling. As I got ready to leave, I knelt down to give Cole a goodbye hug as Grandma said, "Well I guess you won't see him again until next weekend at the reception." Until that moment I hadn't thought about the chunk of their childhood I would miss, I was used to seeing those squirts almost every day! I began to cry for the first time at the thought of moving away from all of the great memories I would inevitable miss. All because of a little 5 year old and his hug!
    As for now, I've accepted it and tried hard to maintain a friendship with my little pals. When I go home I try to squeeze time in for them, ensure lots of playing and hugging. They are so easily pleased by walking the track or eating a greasy Hardee's hash browns; what fun kids can be. I always pray for more time with these sweet little younguns! Now scroll on down and look at their sweetness.

Attempting to ward off all kisses with an enormous binky. Seriously! It's the size of a small lightbulb.


 Gun slinging baby brought to you by: older brothers.


WL posed this picture by himself. Skills people, this 8 year old has got it.


Cole and Graham racing around the track, little boy is competitive.


Cole showing off his ability to "lift" Graham off the ground.


WL and Kellan enjoying the see-saw together.

As a courtesy, we put Cole on the same see-saw as his brothers. 

Kellan was not having it and threw himself from the seat. 

He continued to sob until we pushed him around the track again. 

My big boys having so much fun! I love them so much!!

Milan, Italy

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

    Milan. A weird, weird place. When I very first thought about it, the only thing I specifically knew about Milan was that they were known for fashion. I knew I wasn’t going to be dropping big bucks for anything super fashionable, so we discussed skipping out on the city. But after researching, Milan was by far the cheapest city to fly into, so away we went. We flew in on a red eye, leaving 6PM our time, arriving 7AM their time (there is a 6 hour gap, so it was 1AM Eastern Standard Time).




    When we arrived in Malpensa, the city of the airport, 45 minutes from Milan, we caught our first train! I had never ridden on a train before, I think Graham has, but it was a very simple experience. Nothing different from a tram or monorail. Checking it off my life list though. When we arrived in the station we became horribly lost! I had step-by-step directions but they were not helpful. As stated on the Tourist in Italy blog it took us a while to get our bearings due to the layout of street signs. Thank ya map for saving the day!
    As we prepared to leave the station we literally watched a protest grow from a rag tag team of 25 people, to hundreds of Italians chanting, throwing smoke bombs and carrying banners with their said cause. We never did find out the definite reason for protesting, though there were lots of different hints. There were LBGT signs, flags with Fidel Castro’s picture, a large group of workers holding a mock coffin and someone suggested it could be because of anger towards the Milano Expo. It was very strange and very annoying. Coincidentally they zig-zagged in our path for a while (we were going straight, so we had about 3 encounters with them) until they finally had a large gathering filled with speeches in the Duomo’s center.
    While they were yelling over inequality or whatever, we were en route to the Duomo Di Milano (Cathedral of Milan) when we caught up with them again! It was really the main sight seeing location I cared about visiting, considering the fact that there are few things in Milan. The Cathedral proved to be very grand, enormous and inside (we couldn’t take pictures) was decorated with precision, tall ceilings included. Regardless, it was marred by the fact that Graham and I couldn’t enter with luggage. So instead we took turns going in, while the other watched the items, and then I was scolded in Italian for sitting too close to the door. My life, man.


    We were ready to go drop our suitcases off when I noticed a large flock of pigeons that kept circling another girl. All of a sudden a young man came up to me, without saying anything, and threw a small handful of corn into my glove. Instantly, the birds began to come to me and I realized. A fool, that’s what I knew I was in that moment; this would be no free experience. Sure enough, the young man gave Graham corn and asked for our camera so he could take a picture. Several young men came up and I reluctantly gave it to them, calmed by the presence of 20 police officers directly behind them to watch the protest. They snapped and I whispered to Graham to be prepared to pay. I was totally kicking myself for being so gullible, but decided I better smile and make those pictures worth it. When we were done, sure enough, they told us they wanted “a donation” (please- scam artists). Graham was really, really annoyed and dug in the fanny pack for a 1 dollar bill. He was even more frustrated when he couldn’t find one. The only bills we had were 5’s and 10’s. “A 10! A 10 is good!,” the man said in English (you could tell they were Island boys), meanwhile he wasn’t even the person to take our picture. I was so incredibly ticked off, “NO. A 5 is fine.” Especially considering it wasn’t even worth 5 Euros. And so we paid them and stalked off. I was totally livid, but realized from that point on to watch for those type of people.


    After getting strawberry gelato (“fragola”) we realized another mistake. In Euro’s there are NO bills smaller than a 5, they are represented in coins! There is a 1 and 2 in fact. Then we found out their remaining coin system consisted of: .50,  .20,  .10,  .05,  .02 and .01.  So we learned how to deal with money.
    As we walked to the room we were staying at, I realized how bad of a decision it was to travel without dropping our luggage off first. Graham and I each had 2 bags: I had a book bag and carry-on while he had a rolling suitcase and carry-on. The carry-on bag began to form a little welt on my shoulder and we marched toward our room with determination and speed. Unbeknownst to me, there was a Metro system underneath us that could have taken us there in about 2 minutes. Instead we walked for about 45 minutes, when I originally planned it out, that didn’t sound too lengthy, and I began to kick myself yet again.
    Finally we arrived, we were staying with a local man who rented out the apartment adjacent to his own. It was more spacious than a hotel room and we had a little balcony, so Graham and I were pleased. The moment he gave us the keys, 12PM, bare in mind it was 5AM our time, we both fell on the twin beds and slept.
     5 hours later we woke up, the sun had already set in Milan. Our jam packed day that I planned went out the window, but we were both so exhausted and had such a trying day that we didn’t care. We got dressed and walked down the street to try our first Italian restaurant. When we arrived the restaurant was completely empty, our waiter came by dropped off two glasses of wine and left us. Awkwardness strikes, yet again! We weren’t sure the protocol, it was kind of him to offer it to us, but we certainly weren’t going to drink it. So we politely pushed it to the side. Eventually we ordered (Carbonara Pasta from G, Margherita [cheese] Pizza for me) and began to chat. Two ladies and a little girl came in and began to speak in English. Our mouths dropped. Wow! English!! So we asked where they were from- the good old U S of A! Neat, huh? So then we asked what state did they live in- Florida they chimed. Okay, this was getting weird. Turns out these ladies were from Tampa, but living abroad in Italy for a year. We were in shock considering that we were in Milan, in a tiny café on a quiet street and we ran into Floridians.


    After finishing our meal we went back to our room, put on pj’s, watched a movie and dozed off at 11. 1AM came, Graham was hacking and coughing (remember, he was very sick when we left for the trip), coupled with the traffic outside the window and I was completely awake. There was nothing I could do to go back to sleep! I counted sheep, sung songs, imagined a white room. Then at 2 AM Graham woke up. The traffic seemed to steadily grow; it was a Friday night so maybe that attributed to it. We heard the ridiculously loud tram, a few loud drunks and a woman crying at the top of her lungs as a taxi cab drove off. It was a wild night. We both marveled at the weird scenario, then resigned ourselves to fact we really had to get to sleep, especially since we had a 6AM train to catch. We both laid in bed for three more hours without saying anything before he dozed off. At 5AM, I fell asleep, I knew it would be hard to wake up so I set around 10 alarms, figuring 1 hour of sleep would be better than zero.
    I opened my eyes and thought oh no, what time is it? It was 9AM. Our train left at 6AM. Another nail in the coffin that was quickly becoming our trip. So I woke Graham up, who scratched his head at how we both managed to sleep through ten alarms. We packed up and walked for 5 minutes to the train station. Here is where things got weirder. So, originally we passed by the “station” and I knew that we needed to remember where it was, considering we took a differing station to actually get to Milan. Weirdly enough, it was underground, so we go down, finally figure out where to go. Then I pulled out our ticket and tried to ask the worker for directions. The worker could only say 1 word, “upstairs.” Well now this threw us for a loop, we had just came from upstairs where there was nothing. So we became kind of stressed, figured we should at least try his advice and went upstairs. There was nothing, so we walked back downstairs speaking to another worker who could only say “upstairs!” UGH. So by this point I began to panic. Here we are in another country where no one can understand us and we can’t understand anyone else. 40 minutes has past and I can’t believe our rotten luck.
    Then we go completely upstairs and I am very near to the edge of crying when I notice a girl walking. She crossed the parking lot we were in to walk to a huge abandoned building. Hmm, that wass strange. But next to the building is a police car, so I figured we could try to mangle out some words to ask for help. As we walk closer, I realize that the building is not abandoned, despite having police tape around it. Of course it isn’t. We surpass the police cars and realize OH. Yep, we had been looking at it, but not paying close enough attention to focus on what it was. Then a shock wave hits me and I am so surprised that I can’t feel embarrassment- we were in a Metro station the whole time we thought we were in a train station; oh to lead the life of a fool.
    So it was nearing 10 o’clock, we went into the true train station where we turned down a scam artist who tried to sell us tickets to talk with the Help Desk (free, but there was a wait), and instead were forced to purchase another set of tickets, which left at 11:30. So we went to McDonald’s to have a little down time, and waited for our train.

    Finally we boarded our train, grateful to be getting away from the series of mishaps that made up our time in Milan.

2014's farewell.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014


   Does the title look familiar? I used the same for 2013! Yeah well, I guess it may just become an annual thing. This year... I can scarcely believe it's nearly done, didn't it just start?

 In 2014 Graham and I: went zipling, 
threw Graham a surprise birthday party, 
Graham was given a permanent position at Merrill Lynch, 
went on our first plane trip to Arizona together, 
took my siblings to Miami/ Ft Laud, 
celebrated our first anniversary, 
flew to Washington DC, 
found out Listi was serving a mission, 
celebrated multiple weddings,
Graham was called to be the Elder's Qorum Pres,
relived my childhood by vacationing in Fernandina, 
learned we would become an Aunt& Uncle,
I joined Mama in taking Listi to the Provo,UT MTC,
I was called to be a counselor in Young Women 
we visited Disney 10 times before our season passes expired,
traveled to the Keys with friends, snorkeled on said Keys,
visited Graham's personal utopia up on the Blue Ridge Parkway,
I quit my job to focus on school, we welcomed many babies, 
we lost a special Grandma and another great friend, 
we survived our first international trip in Italy and
we've had the best year yet.


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The following is a quick picture recap of this past year.


    Our family has been blessed, our own small one and our extended ones, I am so grateful for that! Every year I can't help but marvel and think: Wow! What a year! We've grew so much, we've traveled more than I thought possible and I love Graham more now than ever.& I truly, truly adore our teeny, small, 2 person family- we're all we've got and I have cherished our first full year from start to finish together. I am so often reminded that he is the one for me.
    I have a few goals for 2015- finish my Bachelor's degree, fulfill my calling to the highest extent, do laundry quicker, gossip less, find peace with all that irks me and bring more joy to those who surround me. I hope to do all of those things, but I know if I can just learn a little bit more and do a little bit better, I'll be alright.
    Thanks so much to everyone who helped make this year better. I'm engulfed in gratitude. 

Observations on being a Tourist in Italy

Sunday, December 28, 2014


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MONEY
~The money used here is the Euro (€). The Euro is worth 1.2 to 1 US Dollar. So in other words, just changing money is expensive! Not to mention unless you find ATM's that are in associate with your bank, you have to be a standard service fee (around $10).

-Using a typical foreign credit card racks up fees for every use, while a travel credit card does not require a conversion fee. 

-Everything here is pricy. Water is never free at restaurants, a typical Sprite bottle averages 3 € and even knock-off purses are sold at 45 Euro.

-To go to a public restroom, whether at McDonald's or a train station, can cost .60-1€!! Talk about culture shock.

-There are no sales taxes, if listed at a price it is guaranteed, which is a nice change.

-We only found one location, a Venetian supermarket, who used .01 or .02 coins, everyone else rounds to the nearest .50.


RESTAURANTS 
-Most cafe shops require extra if you wish to sit down. For instance, a cannoli was sold for 4 Euro to go or either 8 Euro to sit.

-Never tip at restaurants, the receipt will show a "coperto/service" charge which will automatically pay the waiter. We have averaged 2-3 Euro per person at mid-sized restaurants.

-They refer to "to go" as "take away," most shops have lots of signs written in English saying that phrase. 

-Music in most Italian shops are the Top 20 ones, sung entirely in English.

-Fettuccine Alfredo is strictly American :(  But we did find one place in Venice who served it! 

 -There are just as many gelato shops as there are restaurants! They generally don't allow taste testing. 


TRANSPORTATION
-There is a wide variety of great transport here! Trains, Metro, Buses, Trams, Watertaxis.

-Beware, if you're relying entirely on your English you need to prepare for the inevitable: most workers know FEW English words in the Metro. The majority is a lot of hand motions and slow Italian pronunciations. 

-There are a few classes of trains, super slow regional ones or very efficient slightly-less-than-luxury ones, depending on a budget, the latter is so much more spacious.

-To buy Metro tickets you must either have no more than 6€ in change or buy a pass from a Tobacco shop. Our 20€ and 50€ kept spitting out until someone finally translated. And if you go to a Tobacco shop, they require an additional purchase before selling the Metro pass! It's jumping through hoops for sure.

-I would never suggest renting a car. The lanes are very difficult to understand, and it isn't necessary with so many other cheaper options. Also, we have seen approximately 0 gas stations! 

-Trains are absolutely on time! If it says it's pulling out at 1:32, it will depart precisely then. Arrive with plenty of time to find which platform and to see if there are any changes. 

-There are WAY more mopeds than cars here, with fearless drivers. They have perplexed us since we arrived. They weave between cars (as in like 3 feet of space), then they jet out in front of buses. These drivers seem follow both pedestrian AND vehicle rules, but won't hesitate to break them either. They do not think twice to slam on their small horns.

-Some of the best views come from the trains! Try to books a window seat and have the camera ready.

-Gondola rides are very expensive, but gondoliers are willing to bargain during low seasons. It's also a great way to travel through the smaller canals and see the Grand Canal.

WALKING 
-If you're walking, go straight to the Tobacco shop in the station and BUY A MAP. I (stupidly) thought step by step directions would suffice but nope! Get a map the moment you arrive. 

-Streets are set up much differently than in the US. Some may be 6 lanes and bustling with traffic, others are small enough to only allow a single car.

-Street signs are put on marble plaques on one side of the wall. The frustrating part is that it isn't always located at the beginning of every street. Sometimes you have to walk to the end of that street or the next street over to find where you are.

-An iPhone GPS won't work in Venice! The streets are way too small and connected. Plan on getting lost here several times a day! 

-Also, big point of references! The conjunction of streets that forms a 
big square are called "Piazzale" and streets are signified by the first term being "Via" or "Calle." Unless you're in Venice where "Donte" refers to the bridge, "Sestiere" is a neighborhood and "Rio" a river.


SCAM ARTISTS
-Pickpockets are notorious here, many locals and other tourists warned us to be aware, particularly at train stations/metros.

-There are many people who will try to sell you a free ticket to speak with Information (there are usually waits though) or used Metro passes- remember you are responsible for looking out for your own best interest, not everyone else.

-Outside of EVERY tourist location there is a large amount of people trying to sell: extended camera holders, umbrellas (when raining), enlarged pictures, caricatures, books or flowers. There are usually about 10 people competing within each item at every location. It can be so overwhelmingly annoying to repeatedly reject each person when trying to enjoy yourself.

-The streets are full of beggars who definitely are working the system. Generally they are located in the tourist spots, very near churches. We offered an old man with 2 small coins in his hat just a little bit of our change, walked by him an hour later with just the 2 small coins still in there, so he had been pocketing all of the gains he had made, and was still showing his original 2 coins.

-Also if you innocently try to take your picture beware of people offering to "help." We thought it was another kind tourist taking our picture by the Grand Canal but no! About two photos in I realized he wanted money. Oh well, that well-spent.


BUILDINGS
-The number of apartments far outweighs the number of homes. For an entire week we didn't see any noticeable houses until we passed through the countryside.

-The people have great views because they build many places on upward hills and mountains. These are always exceptionally beautiful!

-The main color on buildings is a mixture between a cream and a yellow, but some coastal areas are filled with color! One of the reasons we loved Cinque Terre so much is because all of the buildings touching were painted a different shade of yellow, pink, red, orange, green and blue.

-Once again, Venice needs a category all on its own because it is just so unique. There are so many buildings crammed together, the streets may be spacious and long or five feet wide alleyways. 


U.S. CONVENIENCES
-Some days we just wanted to snack instead of buying big meals, where back home we would have just relied on gas stations to purchase things. Here, the best places to stop are Tobacco shops, for smaller priced items.

-The only fast-food chains we have seen are McDonald's (sans dollar menu), found in every main train station, and an occasional Burger King. Instead, they have a variety of sandwich shops. 

-Police and Ambulances are heard ALL the time with a very high pitch wailing, a siren, the sound is much different from America's.

-After going up thousands (!!!) of steps, we only took 1 elevator the entire trip! There is a big shortage of those things.


PEOPLE
-The younger generation speak either very good or broken English, as it is a requirement in school. In need we have used them! Although, be prepared, all know the F word! 

-There is a lot of turmoil and unrest between the government and the people. We arrived in Milan during a large protest and in Cinque Terre we stayed during a train strike. The causes were due to the lack of jobs, according to those we asked.

-The same as anywhere, there are some very helpful individuals and very rude ones. The more they try to sell to you, the more complementary they become! "Bella! Bella!"

-Again, if asking for directions, don't expect everyone to respond in English. It's just ain't happening. Use a map and expect hand signals, as well as minimal understanding. 

-Smokers are everywhere! Outside, in shops, standing exceptionally close to your face. No Surgeon General warnings here, there must be some sort of ties from the government to Tobacco shops, which are a hub for many things. 

Going on Lately

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

    Sunday on the trek from Georgia to Florida all by myself, I thought about my current state... and when I did I couldn't stop laughing.

• Unwashed hair up in a twisted knot 
• A pounding headache starting at my temples up to my scalp
• My head was utterly congested
• My nose was running 90 to Nothing
• A scabby fever blister formed above my lip
• My voice went up 3 octaves, and would magically disappear during talking
• My coughing hack would spew contagious spit in all directions
• One contact had fell out of my eye and I had no replacement
• An intense scratchy throat 
• Loose fitting clothes for comfort
• Airplane pillow for neck support



    All of the above has been a fair description of my physical state for the past several days. No clue what I have, I'm too cheap to go to a doctor but have taken a great quantity of DayQuil/Nyqil, Throat Spray and Abreva to squelch it. The suggested ailments have included: serious head cold, influenza or laryngitis. I doubt it is one particular thing, just a combination of a few problems. 

    In the meantime, I figured I should catch up on my blog! This poor thing has been so lackluster of late, I still haven't wrote up on Italy! One day, one day. Besides those that- a few new things have sprung up.

   -On February 16th, our very first niece was born! She is so incredibly sweet and cute. Like I suspected, Graham has taken particular liking to her. He has visited her several times while I've been quarantined.


-I have just about finished redecorating my wall! I've been slowly but surely purchased, mended or crafted to work it out. I still think I need one more piece down the side, but that is still to be determined. (Plus after taking the picture I realized the small gold frame was tilted- it's fixed now ;)


-This past weekend I traveled with my Mama, Aunt Tracey, Granma Alice and Granma Mary to visit Charleston! We like to get all the girls together and shop/eat/have a good time. The only typical member missing was Listi- who said she can't wait to go next year! The actual amount of time we spent exploring "historical Charleston" was all of 1 hour for a free trolley ride. The remainder of time we had delicious meals and spent all of our money at the Tanger Outlets.




    So yeah! I'm still kicking it. Hopefully, I'm on the last leg of this dang sickness. But Graham has been on point with his compassion during this time! Meaning he has really babied me and catered to my every need. What a blessing to have that smart, sweet man. Speaking of- he was accepted into Graduate School yesterday! He just makes me so proud everyday. So February- it's been good to me.  I would love a big fat bowl of frozen yogurt more than anything right now- but besides that life is great. :)

Cruising for Graham's 28th

Thursday, February 5, 2015



    February 2nd my sweet Graham hit the big 28! In honor of his birthday we went on our first cruise together! We ended up picking a 3- day cruise leaving out of Port Canaveral. This was so much more fun than I predicted. We enjoyed the comedians, shows, hot tubs and unlimited food! We didn't have to wash a single dish, we slept in every morning and we ate no less than 6 meals (and 2 ice cream runs for me) per day! It was so incredibly relaxing.
    On Day 1 was very low- key. As soon as we boarded the ship, we just wondered around, trying to figure out what all 14 decks had. As we made our way we ended up dancing to the DJ's music while we played putt-putt and took full advantage of the adults only Serenity Spa deck.  A few hours after taking off, I began to feel really nauseated- seasickness? Ugh, my luck man, it sucks. So I had to take Graham's dramamine to fight off the craziness, so grateful I brought it. We figured that we would try the main dining room after snacking on the Lido deck all day and found it perfect for us! We ate there for breakfast and supper for the remainder of the trip. Then we laughed harder at the adult comedy show than we should have.
    Day 2 we woke up surpassing lots of islands on the side of our ship, and finally docked in at noon to Nassau, Bahamas. We had to go through a long process of getting off to get to our kayak excursion. After losing and then finding our group (thank heavens!) we finally made it aboard our Carnival sponsored boat to take us to the reef.. The really neat aspect of kayaking, and why we inevitably booked it, came from the clear bottom on the kayak, so we went through the coral reef seeing everything. The crystal water showed us schools of zebrafish, lionfish, the whole zoo. I even held a starfish that was at least 1 foot in diameter; no rules about endangered creatures in the Bahamas :) We were given the option to snorkel or swim after our tour, but opted out to continue in the kayaks to visit other parts we hadn't seen- plus the water was toooo cold. Afterwards we were jetted back to the port where we walked by the famed Straw Market and Senor Frogs, nothing we were really impressed by. It was obvious how poor and touristy the area was. We boarded our cruise ship and went on to enjoy the Elegant night- we dined on prime rib and lobsters- decked out in our nicer clothes. Graham didn't bring a tie that matched so I had to improvise (anyone who knows me will guess what I did after seeing the pictures above and below). Man, I love my Graham although I know I stress him out. Afterwards we went to a Mardi Gras dance party on the Empress floor. We kept the fun by playing bingo and listening to more comedy shows. We didn't fall asleep until way after midnight.
     Day 3 was our only full at sea day. We woke up, ate 2 breakfasts (seriously ya'll, we were binge eating the whole time) and scoured through the day's itinerary for *fun* things. After enjoying the Serenity area again, we spent quite some time at an art auction where we purchased absolutely nothing! Then onward bound to more bingo, more food, and a really interesting 80's themed show! My only qualm was that the show was full of thong- wearing dancers while many parents had brought their children, but they did dance beautifully. Every night we ended with more laughs at the comedy shows.
    Day 4 was the end of the road for the trip. We thoroughly enjoyed it, especially since it was the perfect cruise to get our feet wet. I would quickly go on another one, but would definitely like to changes a few things about my next trip. 1) More dramamine! Start taking before the ship leaves and every morning before I get the chance to think about it. 2) Pack less clothes. I am always over prepared in this aspect, I find it fairly unnecessary to have lots of clothes to deal with on the ship and then eventually unpack. 3) Dine with other cruisers. While we did love our flexibility and eating alone, I think next time it might be more enjoyable to make more friends on the ship. 4) Book a lengthier one! We had so much fun visiting Nassau, but we would have loved to visit more places and stay on the ship longer.
    Now, all that's left is to find a good enough reason to go on one again! ;)










28 is Great

Monday, February 2, 2015



    The title up there? Yeah, it's my new slogan for this year of Graham's life. We're both getting old but we are still having fun.
    So, when we left off Graham had just been gifted a 3 day cruise with yours truly. We arrived back on Sunday, one day before Graham's birthday which was this past Monday. My boy has been adamant about trying new restaurants, so when it was his turn to pick the location for his birthday dinner, he chose the Stonewood Grill and Tavern. The fellow Alexander's joined us at there, which turned out to be a steakhouse, where the birthday boy ordered a huge rib-eye.

   Afterwards we went over to Granddad's house for cake and ice cream. Graham and Granddad both have birthdays in the same week, so they even shared a cake. 28\\81... Therefore 281? I don't know, it worked though.





    See, I'm a natural Alexander, I fit right in These are my kind of people.




        Haha, happy birthday to my sweet, wonderful Graham. I love you so much, goofball. 

WL,Cole,Kellan

Saturday, January 17, 2015

    Three of the most adorable boys I've ever met spent a few hours in the early AM with Graham and I last week! I enjoy seeing them so much, I hate that we can't be together more often. WL + Cole act like I'm a celebrity as son as they see me- it's too cute. Though they are getting bigger they will indulge me with lap sitting and kisses galore. They even let me call them lovebugs or babydolls ;) The more they reach out to me, the better I see the distance from my relationship with their littlest brother. Kellan still feels kind of wayward toward me, sometimes he will be my friend, but that's to be expected since he was born after I moved away.
    When I get sad thinking about my distant relationships with my family, particularly the younger set, I think back... Two years ago, the day before my wedding, I dropped by my Grandma Marilyn's to pick up a few last minute things before traveling. As I got ready to leave, I knelt down to give Cole a goodbye hug as Grandma said, "Well I guess you won't see him again until next weekend at the reception." Until that moment I hadn't thought about the chunk of their childhood I would miss, I was used to seeing those squirts almost every day! I began to cry for the first time at the thought of moving away from all of the great memories I would inevitable miss. All because of a little 5 year old and his hug!
    As for now, I've accepted it and tried hard to maintain a friendship with my little pals. When I go home I try to squeeze time in for them, ensure lots of playing and hugging. They are so easily pleased by walking the track or eating a greasy Hardee's hash browns; what fun kids can be. I always pray for more time with these sweet little younguns! Now scroll on down and look at their sweetness.

Attempting to ward off all kisses with an enormous binky. Seriously! It's the size of a small lightbulb.


 Gun slinging baby brought to you by: older brothers.


WL posed this picture by himself. Skills people, this 8 year old has got it.


Cole and Graham racing around the track, little boy is competitive.


Cole showing off his ability to "lift" Graham off the ground.


WL and Kellan enjoying the see-saw together.

As a courtesy, we put Cole on the same see-saw as his brothers. 

Kellan was not having it and threw himself from the seat. 

He continued to sob until we pushed him around the track again. 

My big boys having so much fun! I love them so much!!

Milan, Italy

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

    Milan. A weird, weird place. When I very first thought about it, the only thing I specifically knew about Milan was that they were known for fashion. I knew I wasn’t going to be dropping big bucks for anything super fashionable, so we discussed skipping out on the city. But after researching, Milan was by far the cheapest city to fly into, so away we went. We flew in on a red eye, leaving 6PM our time, arriving 7AM their time (there is a 6 hour gap, so it was 1AM Eastern Standard Time).




    When we arrived in Malpensa, the city of the airport, 45 minutes from Milan, we caught our first train! I had never ridden on a train before, I think Graham has, but it was a very simple experience. Nothing different from a tram or monorail. Checking it off my life list though. When we arrived in the station we became horribly lost! I had step-by-step directions but they were not helpful. As stated on the Tourist in Italy blog it took us a while to get our bearings due to the layout of street signs. Thank ya map for saving the day!
    As we prepared to leave the station we literally watched a protest grow from a rag tag team of 25 people, to hundreds of Italians chanting, throwing smoke bombs and carrying banners with their said cause. We never did find out the definite reason for protesting, though there were lots of different hints. There were LBGT signs, flags with Fidel Castro’s picture, a large group of workers holding a mock coffin and someone suggested it could be because of anger towards the Milano Expo. It was very strange and very annoying. Coincidentally they zig-zagged in our path for a while (we were going straight, so we had about 3 encounters with them) until they finally had a large gathering filled with speeches in the Duomo’s center.
    While they were yelling over inequality or whatever, we were en route to the Duomo Di Milano (Cathedral of Milan) when we caught up with them again! It was really the main sight seeing location I cared about visiting, considering the fact that there are few things in Milan. The Cathedral proved to be very grand, enormous and inside (we couldn’t take pictures) was decorated with precision, tall ceilings included. Regardless, it was marred by the fact that Graham and I couldn’t enter with luggage. So instead we took turns going in, while the other watched the items, and then I was scolded in Italian for sitting too close to the door. My life, man.


    We were ready to go drop our suitcases off when I noticed a large flock of pigeons that kept circling another girl. All of a sudden a young man came up to me, without saying anything, and threw a small handful of corn into my glove. Instantly, the birds began to come to me and I realized. A fool, that’s what I knew I was in that moment; this would be no free experience. Sure enough, the young man gave Graham corn and asked for our camera so he could take a picture. Several young men came up and I reluctantly gave it to them, calmed by the presence of 20 police officers directly behind them to watch the protest. They snapped and I whispered to Graham to be prepared to pay. I was totally kicking myself for being so gullible, but decided I better smile and make those pictures worth it. When we were done, sure enough, they told us they wanted “a donation” (please- scam artists). Graham was really, really annoyed and dug in the fanny pack for a 1 dollar bill. He was even more frustrated when he couldn’t find one. The only bills we had were 5’s and 10’s. “A 10! A 10 is good!,” the man said in English (you could tell they were Island boys), meanwhile he wasn’t even the person to take our picture. I was so incredibly ticked off, “NO. A 5 is fine.” Especially considering it wasn’t even worth 5 Euros. And so we paid them and stalked off. I was totally livid, but realized from that point on to watch for those type of people.


    After getting strawberry gelato (“fragola”) we realized another mistake. In Euro’s there are NO bills smaller than a 5, they are represented in coins! There is a 1 and 2 in fact. Then we found out their remaining coin system consisted of: .50,  .20,  .10,  .05,  .02 and .01.  So we learned how to deal with money.
    As we walked to the room we were staying at, I realized how bad of a decision it was to travel without dropping our luggage off first. Graham and I each had 2 bags: I had a book bag and carry-on while he had a rolling suitcase and carry-on. The carry-on bag began to form a little welt on my shoulder and we marched toward our room with determination and speed. Unbeknownst to me, there was a Metro system underneath us that could have taken us there in about 2 minutes. Instead we walked for about 45 minutes, when I originally planned it out, that didn’t sound too lengthy, and I began to kick myself yet again.
    Finally we arrived, we were staying with a local man who rented out the apartment adjacent to his own. It was more spacious than a hotel room and we had a little balcony, so Graham and I were pleased. The moment he gave us the keys, 12PM, bare in mind it was 5AM our time, we both fell on the twin beds and slept.
     5 hours later we woke up, the sun had already set in Milan. Our jam packed day that I planned went out the window, but we were both so exhausted and had such a trying day that we didn’t care. We got dressed and walked down the street to try our first Italian restaurant. When we arrived the restaurant was completely empty, our waiter came by dropped off two glasses of wine and left us. Awkwardness strikes, yet again! We weren’t sure the protocol, it was kind of him to offer it to us, but we certainly weren’t going to drink it. So we politely pushed it to the side. Eventually we ordered (Carbonara Pasta from G, Margherita [cheese] Pizza for me) and began to chat. Two ladies and a little girl came in and began to speak in English. Our mouths dropped. Wow! English!! So we asked where they were from- the good old U S of A! Neat, huh? So then we asked what state did they live in- Florida they chimed. Okay, this was getting weird. Turns out these ladies were from Tampa, but living abroad in Italy for a year. We were in shock considering that we were in Milan, in a tiny café on a quiet street and we ran into Floridians.


    After finishing our meal we went back to our room, put on pj’s, watched a movie and dozed off at 11. 1AM came, Graham was hacking and coughing (remember, he was very sick when we left for the trip), coupled with the traffic outside the window and I was completely awake. There was nothing I could do to go back to sleep! I counted sheep, sung songs, imagined a white room. Then at 2 AM Graham woke up. The traffic seemed to steadily grow; it was a Friday night so maybe that attributed to it. We heard the ridiculously loud tram, a few loud drunks and a woman crying at the top of her lungs as a taxi cab drove off. It was a wild night. We both marveled at the weird scenario, then resigned ourselves to fact we really had to get to sleep, especially since we had a 6AM train to catch. We both laid in bed for three more hours without saying anything before he dozed off. At 5AM, I fell asleep, I knew it would be hard to wake up so I set around 10 alarms, figuring 1 hour of sleep would be better than zero.
    I opened my eyes and thought oh no, what time is it? It was 9AM. Our train left at 6AM. Another nail in the coffin that was quickly becoming our trip. So I woke Graham up, who scratched his head at how we both managed to sleep through ten alarms. We packed up and walked for 5 minutes to the train station. Here is where things got weirder. So, originally we passed by the “station” and I knew that we needed to remember where it was, considering we took a differing station to actually get to Milan. Weirdly enough, it was underground, so we go down, finally figure out where to go. Then I pulled out our ticket and tried to ask the worker for directions. The worker could only say 1 word, “upstairs.” Well now this threw us for a loop, we had just came from upstairs where there was nothing. So we became kind of stressed, figured we should at least try his advice and went upstairs. There was nothing, so we walked back downstairs speaking to another worker who could only say “upstairs!” UGH. So by this point I began to panic. Here we are in another country where no one can understand us and we can’t understand anyone else. 40 minutes has past and I can’t believe our rotten luck.
    Then we go completely upstairs and I am very near to the edge of crying when I notice a girl walking. She crossed the parking lot we were in to walk to a huge abandoned building. Hmm, that wass strange. But next to the building is a police car, so I figured we could try to mangle out some words to ask for help. As we walk closer, I realize that the building is not abandoned, despite having police tape around it. Of course it isn’t. We surpass the police cars and realize OH. Yep, we had been looking at it, but not paying close enough attention to focus on what it was. Then a shock wave hits me and I am so surprised that I can’t feel embarrassment- we were in a Metro station the whole time we thought we were in a train station; oh to lead the life of a fool.
    So it was nearing 10 o’clock, we went into the true train station where we turned down a scam artist who tried to sell us tickets to talk with the Help Desk (free, but there was a wait), and instead were forced to purchase another set of tickets, which left at 11:30. So we went to McDonald’s to have a little down time, and waited for our train.

    Finally we boarded our train, grateful to be getting away from the series of mishaps that made up our time in Milan.

2014's farewell.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014


   Does the title look familiar? I used the same for 2013! Yeah well, I guess it may just become an annual thing. This year... I can scarcely believe it's nearly done, didn't it just start?

 In 2014 Graham and I: went zipling, 
threw Graham a surprise birthday party, 
Graham was given a permanent position at Merrill Lynch, 
went on our first plane trip to Arizona together, 
took my siblings to Miami/ Ft Laud, 
celebrated our first anniversary, 
flew to Washington DC, 
found out Listi was serving a mission, 
celebrated multiple weddings,
Graham was called to be the Elder's Qorum Pres,
relived my childhood by vacationing in Fernandina, 
learned we would become an Aunt& Uncle,
I joined Mama in taking Listi to the Provo,UT MTC,
I was called to be a counselor in Young Women 
we visited Disney 10 times before our season passes expired,
traveled to the Keys with friends, snorkeled on said Keys,
visited Graham's personal utopia up on the Blue Ridge Parkway,
I quit my job to focus on school, we welcomed many babies, 
we lost a special Grandma and another great friend, 
we survived our first international trip in Italy and
we've had the best year yet.


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The following is a quick picture recap of this past year.


    Our family has been blessed, our own small one and our extended ones, I am so grateful for that! Every year I can't help but marvel and think: Wow! What a year! We've grew so much, we've traveled more than I thought possible and I love Graham more now than ever.& I truly, truly adore our teeny, small, 2 person family- we're all we've got and I have cherished our first full year from start to finish together. I am so often reminded that he is the one for me.
    I have a few goals for 2015- finish my Bachelor's degree, fulfill my calling to the highest extent, do laundry quicker, gossip less, find peace with all that irks me and bring more joy to those who surround me. I hope to do all of those things, but I know if I can just learn a little bit more and do a little bit better, I'll be alright.
    Thanks so much to everyone who helped make this year better. I'm engulfed in gratitude. 

Observations on being a Tourist in Italy

Sunday, December 28, 2014


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MONEY
~The money used here is the Euro (€). The Euro is worth 1.2 to 1 US Dollar. So in other words, just changing money is expensive! Not to mention unless you find ATM's that are in associate with your bank, you have to be a standard service fee (around $10).

-Using a typical foreign credit card racks up fees for every use, while a travel credit card does not require a conversion fee. 

-Everything here is pricy. Water is never free at restaurants, a typical Sprite bottle averages 3 € and even knock-off purses are sold at 45 Euro.

-To go to a public restroom, whether at McDonald's or a train station, can cost .60-1€!! Talk about culture shock.

-There are no sales taxes, if listed at a price it is guaranteed, which is a nice change.

-We only found one location, a Venetian supermarket, who used .01 or .02 coins, everyone else rounds to the nearest .50.


RESTAURANTS 
-Most cafe shops require extra if you wish to sit down. For instance, a cannoli was sold for 4 Euro to go or either 8 Euro to sit.

-Never tip at restaurants, the receipt will show a "coperto/service" charge which will automatically pay the waiter. We have averaged 2-3 Euro per person at mid-sized restaurants.

-They refer to "to go" as "take away," most shops have lots of signs written in English saying that phrase. 

-Music in most Italian shops are the Top 20 ones, sung entirely in English.

-Fettuccine Alfredo is strictly American :(  But we did find one place in Venice who served it! 

 -There are just as many gelato shops as there are restaurants! They generally don't allow taste testing. 


TRANSPORTATION
-There is a wide variety of great transport here! Trains, Metro, Buses, Trams, Watertaxis.

-Beware, if you're relying entirely on your English you need to prepare for the inevitable: most workers know FEW English words in the Metro. The majority is a lot of hand motions and slow Italian pronunciations. 

-There are a few classes of trains, super slow regional ones or very efficient slightly-less-than-luxury ones, depending on a budget, the latter is so much more spacious.

-To buy Metro tickets you must either have no more than 6€ in change or buy a pass from a Tobacco shop. Our 20€ and 50€ kept spitting out until someone finally translated. And if you go to a Tobacco shop, they require an additional purchase before selling the Metro pass! It's jumping through hoops for sure.

-I would never suggest renting a car. The lanes are very difficult to understand, and it isn't necessary with so many other cheaper options. Also, we have seen approximately 0 gas stations! 

-Trains are absolutely on time! If it says it's pulling out at 1:32, it will depart precisely then. Arrive with plenty of time to find which platform and to see if there are any changes. 

-There are WAY more mopeds than cars here, with fearless drivers. They have perplexed us since we arrived. They weave between cars (as in like 3 feet of space), then they jet out in front of buses. These drivers seem follow both pedestrian AND vehicle rules, but won't hesitate to break them either. They do not think twice to slam on their small horns.

-Some of the best views come from the trains! Try to books a window seat and have the camera ready.

-Gondola rides are very expensive, but gondoliers are willing to bargain during low seasons. It's also a great way to travel through the smaller canals and see the Grand Canal.

WALKING 
-If you're walking, go straight to the Tobacco shop in the station and BUY A MAP. I (stupidly) thought step by step directions would suffice but nope! Get a map the moment you arrive. 

-Streets are set up much differently than in the US. Some may be 6 lanes and bustling with traffic, others are small enough to only allow a single car.

-Street signs are put on marble plaques on one side of the wall. The frustrating part is that it isn't always located at the beginning of every street. Sometimes you have to walk to the end of that street or the next street over to find where you are.

-An iPhone GPS won't work in Venice! The streets are way too small and connected. Plan on getting lost here several times a day! 

-Also, big point of references! The conjunction of streets that forms a 
big square are called "Piazzale" and streets are signified by the first term being "Via" or "Calle." Unless you're in Venice where "Donte" refers to the bridge, "Sestiere" is a neighborhood and "Rio" a river.


SCAM ARTISTS
-Pickpockets are notorious here, many locals and other tourists warned us to be aware, particularly at train stations/metros.

-There are many people who will try to sell you a free ticket to speak with Information (there are usually waits though) or used Metro passes- remember you are responsible for looking out for your own best interest, not everyone else.

-Outside of EVERY tourist location there is a large amount of people trying to sell: extended camera holders, umbrellas (when raining), enlarged pictures, caricatures, books or flowers. There are usually about 10 people competing within each item at every location. It can be so overwhelmingly annoying to repeatedly reject each person when trying to enjoy yourself.

-The streets are full of beggars who definitely are working the system. Generally they are located in the tourist spots, very near churches. We offered an old man with 2 small coins in his hat just a little bit of our change, walked by him an hour later with just the 2 small coins still in there, so he had been pocketing all of the gains he had made, and was still showing his original 2 coins.

-Also if you innocently try to take your picture beware of people offering to "help." We thought it was another kind tourist taking our picture by the Grand Canal but no! About two photos in I realized he wanted money. Oh well, that well-spent.


BUILDINGS
-The number of apartments far outweighs the number of homes. For an entire week we didn't see any noticeable houses until we passed through the countryside.

-The people have great views because they build many places on upward hills and mountains. These are always exceptionally beautiful!

-The main color on buildings is a mixture between a cream and a yellow, but some coastal areas are filled with color! One of the reasons we loved Cinque Terre so much is because all of the buildings touching were painted a different shade of yellow, pink, red, orange, green and blue.

-Once again, Venice needs a category all on its own because it is just so unique. There are so many buildings crammed together, the streets may be spacious and long or five feet wide alleyways. 


U.S. CONVENIENCES
-Some days we just wanted to snack instead of buying big meals, where back home we would have just relied on gas stations to purchase things. Here, the best places to stop are Tobacco shops, for smaller priced items.

-The only fast-food chains we have seen are McDonald's (sans dollar menu), found in every main train station, and an occasional Burger King. Instead, they have a variety of sandwich shops. 

-Police and Ambulances are heard ALL the time with a very high pitch wailing, a siren, the sound is much different from America's.

-After going up thousands (!!!) of steps, we only took 1 elevator the entire trip! There is a big shortage of those things.


PEOPLE
-The younger generation speak either very good or broken English, as it is a requirement in school. In need we have used them! Although, be prepared, all know the F word! 

-There is a lot of turmoil and unrest between the government and the people. We arrived in Milan during a large protest and in Cinque Terre we stayed during a train strike. The causes were due to the lack of jobs, according to those we asked.

-The same as anywhere, there are some very helpful individuals and very rude ones. The more they try to sell to you, the more complementary they become! "Bella! Bella!"

-Again, if asking for directions, don't expect everyone to respond in English. It's just ain't happening. Use a map and expect hand signals, as well as minimal understanding. 

-Smokers are everywhere! Outside, in shops, standing exceptionally close to your face. No Surgeon General warnings here, there must be some sort of ties from the government to Tobacco shops, which are a hub for many things.