A very important letter’s envelope

Let’s think positive. Stevie is going to meet an english guy who teaches the language to children (like Andrea, my little brother). In Italy. Near my house. Who is married to an italian woman and probably can understand the difficulties of living in two different countries, continously moving and never having a certain future [—-> because ok, I know I travel a lot, but honestly I was not chosing Ireland for ten consecutively times if I was going in holidays as everyone thinks].
It will happen nothing, for the hundredth time, ok. But at least it is a try. And to wish us good luck I drew this envelope for the little Andrea, that loves to draw and to play with Stevie: he will be the one giving Stevie’s message to the english teacher 🙂


-5 days to Northern Ireland. The Yeti Woman says: rain and cold, really? ;)

As one of the most famous irishmen said: “Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.” Oscar Wilde But when you have to start to think* on what to put inside your bag for three weeks staying, … Continue reading

“Il diritto di mugugno”: the sacrosanct right of complaining in Genoa

In yesterday’s post I talked about complaining of everything, a use that in Italy is very widespread, and not just from these days: even in latin there was an idiomatic expression called “Ius murmurandi“…the right of complain, precisely. But in my city, Genoa, it’s not just a use: it’s indeed a sacred thing. We have a proper dialect word for it, so much typical that in time it became used in the main italian language; we call it “mugugno“.

The verb “mugugnare” means not just only to complain, but to do it continously and kinda mumbling, most of the time without really meaning to seriously complain in a negative way. For example: my mom asks me to go to the shop to buy the milk —> I go to the shop, but mumbling. She has no doubts, even for a second, that I’ll go; it’s just a normal complaining. 🙂

In this use, my fellow citizens (and myself too) are masters. This is deeply rooted in time:  Genoa is a city by the sea, and in the past it was a very important and almighty Maritime Republic (talking about seamen, also it was the hometown of Christopher Columbus). Its mariners were very good, but there was a particularity: they were continously mumbling, complaining. So ship’s captains found a solution: when they were getting hired, they could choose between getting the job “with the mugugno right” or “without the mugugno right”. The first one was payed a bit less, but they could complain while working; the second payed more but they had to be silent.  It seems a lot of them were choosing the first solution, and I’m not really surprised of this 😉 Continue reading

Five things that make my “barbarian” boyfriend see me as the true barbarian ;)

When me and Stephen are joking, often I call him “my barbarian”, playing on the fact that in history Romans were considering Celts as a barbaric population. We have different uses and culture indeed, some little differences that sometimes make … Continue reading