And so the rainy season began, and I didn’t put up a fight. Despite my positive outlook and extra daily doses of Vitamin C via the most delicious Grape fruits I have every eaten, I still fell victim to the usual start-of-the-winter cold. I would say that, from a health perspective, I was feeling on par with the weather. Kevin was experiencing ailments of his own with a pulled muscle that was keeping him off of the ice and out of commission. All in all, it was set to be a pretty blah week.
But it’s funny over here. People are apparently immune to the weather. Like the little Whoville dwellers who carried on their celebrations when the Grinch stole Christmas, the Valpe community doesn’t let Mother Nature hold them back. I came to this revelation during a rainy morning walk with the dog. Expecting barren streets and empty café patios, I was surprised to see that it was business as usual in town. There are still markets to attend, window shopping to be done, and coffee to be consumed. If it rains, bring an umbrella. So there we were. One drenched but happy pup and one sweatpant and snow-suited lady amongst a crowd of well-dressed townspeople holding umbrellas and pausing for conversation on street corners. Children were playing in the park and families were out for their afternoon stroll. And nobody looked nearly as miserable as I must have appeared, marching with my head down to keep out the rain and moving at a quickened pace to shorten my time outdoors.
After that day, I re-committed to my “change out of my pajamas everyday” vow. And I added even more pep to my step for outdoor activities. A week’s worth of rainy days would be too much to handle if I were to let them get in the way of my daily “routine”. Having Dylan here helped a lot with my motivation. Even if I think it’s too cold or gloomy for a walk, he is always excited for the opportunity to get outside. And what kind of dog-mom would I be if I were to deprive him of that? This little dose of guilt is the extra boost I needed on the few days where I had almost convinced myself to stay inside. Head cold or no head cold, sun, or no sun, we were going for a long walk. Dylan wouldn’t have it any other way.
On Thursday, our day was brightened, not by the sun, but by the news that we could move into our new apartment. Yes, a different new apartment than the one you saw before. The Luserna casa had only been a temporary housing placement while we were waiting for this one to be move-in ready. Double the size of our new place, the old one wasn’t necessarily a bad place to live. But it just so happened to be nearly fifteen minutes away from the rink and the rest of Kevin’s teammates. It was also much too large for a family of three. With so few of our belongings out here, it’s tough to make such an enormous space feel like home. Not to mention the fact that we moved into the house under the impression that it would be “temporary”. So we never completely unpacked or organized in a way that made us feel completely settled.
That being said, we were very happy to move into our new one bedroom apartment located in the same complex as six of the Valpe families and practically next door to the rink. This apartment is quite the opposite of our original place for the season. Rather than having ornate old-time Italian décor and trinkets adorning every spare countertop, this new spot is a completely renovated modern-day apartment. In fact, it looks like we are living in the display rooms of an Ikea store! Having everything so new is certainly something that is new to us. Walking out onto our back patio is like time traveling from the pages of a furniture-store magazine to the heart of an old Italian village.
By Sunday, Kevin, Dylan, and I were just about moved in. (With the exception of course, of all the photo-less frames you can see in the apartment snapshots below.) We were also feeling somewhat recovered from our week of being out of sorts in the health department. Despite this improvement, we decided not to push our luck with a day-trip excursion. Instead, we opted to enjoy the simple pleasure of living in a dorm-like setting with all of our new friends. One of the player/wife pairings was hosting a potluck style brunch to coincide with the world cup rugby championships. I made a double batch of cinnamon buns and banana bread and we headed downstairs to join the rest of the crowd. Twenty or so of us feasted on eggs, sausage, pancakes, toast, pastries, and hash browns. And I watched my very first Rugby match, which I have to admit made for quite an incredible viewing experience.
And just like that, we combated the first round of gray weather. It would be another day before a day of sun. After that, it was back to gray. To coincide with the quick return to gloominess, Kevin’s injury worsened to the point of threatening two months or more of his hockey season. Devastating news for any athlete, especially in Europe where the year is so short. Despite it all, I’m keeping the mentality that got me through the first couple weeks of depressing weather. I’m holding on to the fact that, though it doesn’t feel like it now, the sun will come back. It always does.
|Looking in from front door.|
|Looking in from back door.|
|View of kitchen from bedroom|
|View of living area from bedroom. Notice the painting of a woman's naked torso behind the couch.|
|The entertainment center isn't really that big. It just looks that way because the TV is so small!|
|Looking out from the bedroom|
|Laundry nook connected to bathroom|
|Cows being herded down the main street as seen from our driveway|