A restful weekend

Terribly inconsistent with this thing. Anyway, life has been good. This weekend I was finally able to return to Piemonte for a long awaited visit. How I miss that place. Anyway, at the beginning it was supposed to be this big event. There was to be a Hillsong Concert in Torino. We were going to get this big group together- friends of Tracey's and people from the bible study I attend here in Milano- have a big picnic and then as a massive group all head over to Torino for an awesome night of praise and worship. Well it didn't turn out that way. Out of all the people I invited, only one came. Everyone I told really wanted to go but for some reason, it just seemed to be the wrong weekend. And then my friend Veronica messaged me saying she would like to come.
And with the way things turned out, I guess it was meant to be. We planned to catch the 2:15 train on Friday afternoon. We were both to meet around 1:45 at Centrale Station, purchase our tickets, hop on the train and reach Casale Monferrato by 4:00 at which time Tracey would be there to pick us. However, it didn't really work out that way. Turns out, we both ended up missing the train. Took me forever to get my ticket and by the time I did, the 2:15 had already left and the next one wouldnt be leaving until 3:15. So I bascially waited around the station for an extra hour, at this point absolutely clueless as to where Veronica was. Well, turns out Veronica hadn't come to the station yet. She'd gone to a meeting that was apparently so interesting, she forget the time. It was already like 2pm when she looked up at the clock. Long story a little bit shorter, we both ended up getting on the same train and were able to meet up in the middle of the train ride. Well, we didn't reach Casale until 6:30. But it worked out anyway. On the way there, we were finally able to have a real conversation for the first time. We'd spoken before, but really hadn't had the opportunity to get to know each other. The more we talked the more it seemed we had in common. Especially with our walks with God and what he had been teaching us recently. It just seemed it was meant to be.
We got to the concert and had an absolute blast. Even ran into a few friends I didn't realize were going to be there. The next two days were pretty mellow; the fireplace going, sipping hot tea while curled up with a good book, awesome conversations about God and what he's doing in our lives. I also showed Veronica around the area a bit. Unfortunately it was really cloudy so we weren't able to really get a good view of the surrounding countryside, but it was still beautiful. It was the perfect weekend of rest and recuperation. I was none too pleased to return to Milano, but no worries. I shall be returning to Piemonte very soon.

Lately...

I've been meaning to do this for the past few days. But its me again. As I stated in my last entry, I've officially started classes. They're going well- the parts that I can understand anyway. But I can honestly say that I understand Italian better now than I did before I started my classes only like 2 weeks ago. Now thats progress people. What else is new? Well not a whole lot. Meeting new people and making a few friends. Life is good. The weather has taken a noticeable shift to the cooler side. Fall is here and I couldn't be more excited. I love the briskness of everything and that innate desire to have something warm and sweet to drink. I can't tell you how many nostalgic moments I've had just walking around the city. Visions of Thanksgivings past, mom's homemade sweet-potato pie and crunchy brown leaves sweeping across the sidewalk. Oh yes, I do love Autumn. And to make things even better, next weekend I finally get to return back to my beloved Piemonte. I can't wait to see how the rolling countryside has transformed since I last laid eyes on it. So that's something I have to look forward to. For this weekend though, I think I'll just take it easy. Maybe, I'll tour the city, try out a few new cafes, do a little window-shopping. Perfect way to spend the brisk Autumn days.

The Beginning of the Final Season

Ecco! It's been nearly a week that I've started classes. Officially 3 days. And tomorrow is the last for the week. I must say it has been both challenging and interesting, fascinating and surprising. With each day I am learning to intentionally and purposefully embrace what is in front of me. I am learning to entrust my every moment and every experience to God. "Lord, whatever comes, whatever I face, I will face it with You. I trust You. I will not worry or doubt. I know that You are for me and that something wonderful is going to happen today." In just these few days alone, sure I've had awkward moments, even hours where I'm pretty much clueless. But I just dive in and search for the good, the hopeful, the informative, the exciting in it. And I Find It! Today, one of my professors, unexpectedly had me stand up and introduced me to the whole class. Letting everyone know that I am, obviously, not Italian, but am an American student and well whatever else she said. I don't really know. At any rate, I felt extremely awkward and all that I could do as I stood there with hunched shoulders was utter a very quiet and timid "Ciao". But, it was okay. The day before, in two of my courses, a few of the students sitting beside or near me found out that I was an American and noticed how, well lost apparently, that I was that they offered their assistance. They themselves began speaking what English they knew and one girl even translated some of the lecture for me. So, here I am running into all these little blessings. It makes even the most challenging times somehow meaningful and hopeful. Not to mention, though it's difficult for me to dictate what the professors are saying, I can understand, albeit vaguely, and here particular words or expressions and write them down.
Anyway, all this to say that, something wonderful awaits me this semester. For this last leg of my journey. I already feel the growth and additional transformation. And I am expectant. Every season contains its own distinctive Beauty. I am determined to find "la Bellezza" in this one.

On a rainy afternoon

Ok. Totally should've written prior to today. But whatever. So. Today was my first day of classes. Finally! I've been waiting for weeks to get his thing started. Unfortunately, I didn't make it today. That's right. Didn't even make it out the door this morning. Why? Good question. Well, essentially, Im feeling a little under the weather and it's pouring rain outside. On top of that, two of the classes I picked were essentially the same and I as advised to take only one of them. And that would be the class I decided not to attend today. So, it sortof works out. And seeing as they don't really do attendance here and plus the fact that you don't even register for classes, makes it a bit easier to miss the first time around. What did I do instead? Well, after sleeping nearly until noon- ugh I hate it when I do that- I decided I needed some breakfast er...lunch. Well, I wasn't too much of a blob today that I couldn't do a little cooking. I made French Toast! Pretty much I had this baguette that was going stale- which apparently is the best kind of bread for making French toast and decided it was perfect for the ingredients. Had some milk, a few eggs, sugar, and even some butter. So, within about 15 minutes I wiped up myself a batch of homemade french toast. Unfortunately, they don't exactly have maple syrup around these parts or this country rather, and I hadn't bought any honey. So, I sliced up a banana, busted out the jar of Skippy Peanut Butter and went to town! It was quite gratifying. Although there's still nothing like a spill of warm sugary sweet syrup, I must say. But in any case, my appetite was appeased. What's the rest of the day looking like? Well, besides wet, I don't really know. Suppose I'll enjoy some "me" time. Perhaps I'll read a book.

Back to Milano: A Continuation...

End of September. Beginning of Autumn. I've been back in Milano for a week now. Back into the swing of things. So, things have been going pretty well. I'm back in the same apartment I was in last semester- different room this time. Although I miss Piemonte dearly, there is still much to be said about life in Milano. I've reconnected with most of the people I got to know from last year- except for the ones who were here for only one semester. I've even had a few nights out that included Banana Peanut Butter Pancakes, late-night movies, cafe chats, strolls around the city from the Castello to the Duomo and a few places around and in between. The weather's been agreeable for the most part and as for my personal state, well, I would say a good deal has changed.
For the first time in my life, I feel whole. I'm not really sure I can describe it any other way. God has not only healed my heart, he has restored it and in ways I didn't even know it needed to be. I can wake up in the morning content and happy. No anxiety, fear, unbelief. And if there is any, I get that in check right away. Yes, God has done a new thing in my heart and all I can do is continually offer it up to Him. My soul yearns to know him and my heart desires to dwell in His presence. He is my life source. But it isn't just for me. God has blessed me to be a Blessing to others. When people ask about my summer, there is nothing to hide or hold back. And we can sit for hours talking about the Beauty and Loveliness of God.
I start my classes in a week now. I don't even know which ones I am going to take. But I will not worry. I will not fear. I don't have have to. I feel God has spoken to me that His work is not finished. And when I say that, I mean in a seasonal aspect. This season of Rest and Beauty He has showered on my soul apparently doesn't end with a train ride out of Vignale. There is more. I believe this. I trust Him.
So things are lovely now, Even the things that aren't so lovely do not put a damper on my spirit. I mean, who wants to be miserable anyway? I can say that I am curious. And expectant. Curious about what is to come; expectant that it will be something great. What do these last 3 months of my Italian venture hold? No clue. But I know who holds them. And that makes all the difference.

Some days Im not as on point as I'd like to be. Sometimes, I start out pretty good- go for a walk, do a little reading, pray, even eat healthy. Yes! I did it. I started my day right! Woohoo!... Now what?
Im sure its something that plagues quite a few of us at least every once in a while. I don't know why. Perhaps it's the weather- a dreary day's enough to take the fun out of anything. Or perhaps its boredom. For whatever reason, the result tends to be the same; Funk. Yes, sometimes we just wind up in a "funk" of sorts that we know that we'll get past at some point within the next 24 hours but... but well its annoying while you're there. Why am I writing this? Well, because Im in one, at least at the moment. I know it wont last, its not even noon yet. Life will pick itself back up and I'll be on my merry way. But it makes me wonder...while Im in this funk...what could I do? Hmm. Before life picks itself up and dusts itself off what could I do that perhaps I hadn't the chance to do before? Or perhaps one of those things that you always say you'll get to once you get the time and once the time comes you'd really rather do something else?

A word of encouragement...

Well, its been a week and 1 day since I last wrote. Since then, I've trained it back up to Milano to get my apartment keys and a few school things figured out, and I've come back to Piemonte. Its been a pretty neat week. I did a few drawings for some the guests we had here. One- the view of Vignale, and the other a bunch of roses growing against a wall. I know I should've taken pictures of the finished drawings but, I never got around to that. But I really enjoyed doing them.

I went for a lovely walk on Friday. I hadn't been going as often but on that particular day, once I stepped outside and felt the slight crispness of the soon to come Fall in the air, took in the brilliant rays of the sun, I just had to do it. So, I walked. And as I did I talked to God. And yes, He talked back to me. I said hello and asked how he was doing. Yes, I know exactly how that sounds. In return, he asked me the same. I told him. I continued to tell Jesus the things that were on my mind and on my heart. Funny. Seems no matter how much I try to down myself about something I felt I didn't do perfectly, or no matter how much I refuse to really congratulate myself on something that I did well, God always knows how to counter that. He steps in, and tells me how He thinks about Me and that particular situation. He always speaks kind, soothing words to my heart and I have no choice but to accept them because, well he's always right. Well as we, yes we, walked along, I brought this up to him. "Lord, why do you keep encouraging me and speaking well of me when clearly I neither deserve nor have I earned it?" He replied plainly "You don't encourage people because they deserve it, you encourage them because they need it." I couldn't say anything after that. I thought about that and realized, yeah, yeah that's true. The walk through the winding roads of the Italian countryside became that much sweeter because I was hanging out with my Dad and he was taking a walk with his little girl, his "Little Princess" as he calls me. Now, I know to many this sounds kind of funny and perhaps even a little crazy. Thing is, the truth often does. I've no qualms with that; the truth never fails in the end. Not only was that simple walk a blessing, it brought me joy and caused me to want to be a blessing to someone else. Thats the thing about joy, its infectious. Even since that particular moment, I've felt the presence of God much more personally and have experienced his presence a bit more "tangibly" as well. Thats another story. I will say though that, I'm not afraid. My life is about to change a bit and it won't be an easy one. Its one of those things where you could easily go into panic attacks and be anxious and worried all the time. But Im not. My Father told me I don't have to be. He's holding my hand, and he's always by my side. I think I'll just trust him instead.