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rainy morning in San Antonio

The crash of thunder and sudden torrential downpour woke me from restless sleep.  I looked in the bed beside me.  Elliott was gone.

He had slipped out of the house at 4:30am for a PT (physical training) test at Ft Sam.  I had been sleeping lightly and praying urgently ever since.  Elliott’s performance in today’s PT test was critical.  His shoulder had been sore for the past few days, sore enough that he had several times asked me to carry Lena and her car seat while he carried lighter things.  We were concerned the test wouldn’t go well.  If Elliott collapsed in the middle of 50 push-ups, we’d be heading back to Sicily.

The rain kept pouring.  Suddenly I sensed a movement in the apartment.  Through a foggy haze, I realized Elliott was home, shuffling around quietly to avoid waking me or Lena.  I wanted him to come so I could ask him how PT had gone.  But I was too sleepy and he was too far away to call to him over the sound of the rain.

Vaguely I thanked God for the rain.  We’re in the middle of the potentially worst drought in San Antonio history.  (This seems to happen to poor San Antonio every two years.)  Perhaps this torrential rain shower would stave off the record for another summer.

When I woke again, it was to Elliott slipping into bed beside me and Lena stirring awake.  There’s no putting her back to sleep after she wakes up.  I turned to Elliott, suddenly scared.  Maybe he’d been hiding his PT results from me so I could get a good night’s sleep?  He does that.  He waits till I’ve eaten most of my dinner before he tells me he’s being deployed for a year, and so on.

“PT?” I asked, tense. “How did it go?”

A simple nod.  “Fine.”

“You passed?”

Another nod.

I sank back into the pillow, grateful.  So we would be here for the next two months, making a home (making room) in San Antonio while Elliott attended the mandatory Captain’s Career Course at Ft Sam Houston.  Elliott scooped up Lena and sat her on his stomach.  Still waking up, she surveyed him with glee, a huge smile spreading across her face.

“Lena, do you want to see the rain?”

4 :: in husband, Lena, Texas

finally… our house!

At long last I have some pictures of our beautiful house in Sicily.  We’ve been living in temporary housing for the past 7 weeks while searching for a home and then waiting for all the improvements to be completed.  Yesterday, at long last, everything was complete.  We are free to move in!

So I’ll interrupt my previously scheduled program of pictures of Venice (the weekend there was ah-mazing!) and share some photos of our house first.

The house is located a 10-minute drive from the base in a little town called Motta Sant’Anastasia.  The photo at the top of my blog is a picture of that town.  Our house is located on the cliff’s edge just under the castle.

Our landlord and landlady invited us up for lunch while we were in the house waiting for a delivery of some military-issued furniture (fridge, washer, dryer, etc.).  Lunch was interesting because we speak very little Italian and our landlord and landlady speak no English.  At all.  Somehow, though, we had a wonderful time over chilled red wine, fresh pasta, roasted eggplant, peccorino cheese, Italian bread, caprese salad, olives from her brother’s groves, and summer peaches.

After lunch, Elliott and I took pictures downstairs while Lena talked to our landlady in her apartment:

Back downstairs, we were walking through the front door.  The balcony is straight ahead; the door on the right is to our first bathroom.   The fireplace is directly to your left; you can see the edge of it.  The hallway on the left side of the living room leads to our bedrooms.

Here’s a view from the other side of the living room, standing near our bathroom door.  The art on the wall is an original by a friend of our landlord.

Now out to the balcony.  Elliott looks out over the valley to the Mediterranean.

Now he walked down the balcony past the second bathroom window to the door to our bedroom.  That faux owl has been very good at keeping pigeons off the balcony thus far!

Now we’re in our bedroom.  Elliott’s standing in the balcony door.

This will probably be Lena’s bedroom.  The yellow was just too strong, much to my dismay.  I’ve asked them to paint it back to white.  Maybe I’ll add some stencils down the line…

There’s also a small third bedroom/guest room, but there’s not much in there, so we’ll skip that.

Here’s our second bathroom.

And now the kitchen!  The kitchen is directly to your left when you walk in our front door.  Don’t you love that gorgeous long farmhouse table?!  It comes with the house and was one of the reasons we decided to rent it.

And now in my kitchen!  We picked this kitchen out ourselves in IKEA with our landlady.  Second time in my married life that I’ve been able to design my own kitchen!  We love every detail.

The view from our kitchen window.  That’s Mt Etna, the volcano, in the not-so-distant distance.

Looking back the other way at the table and cabinets.

Detail of our sink, faucet, and the beautiful backsplash that our landlady chose for us.  

Italians put drying racks inside the cupboards over the sink.  How brilliant is that?

The built-in cupboards under the built-in countertop.  We’ll hang a curtain in front of the cupboards.

Lena, Elliott, and I can’t wait for lots of fires in the fireplace this winter! 

We can’t wait to move in and make this our home.  Which unfortunately won’t be until December because of Elliott’s training course in Texas from mid-Sept to mid-Nov.  We leave on Friday!  But more about that adventure later…

12 :: in home sweet home, Lena, Sicily

finally… our house!

At long last I have some pictures of our beautiful house in Sicily.  We’ve been living in temporary housing for the past 7 weeks while searching for a home and then waiting for all the improvements to be completed.  Yesterday, at long last, everything was complete.  We are free to move in!

So I’ll interrupt my previously scheduled program of pictures of Venice (the weekend there was ah-mazing!) and share some photos of our house first.

The house is located a 10-minute drive from the base in a little town called Motta Sant’Anastasia.  The photo at the top of my blog is a picture of that town.  Our house is located on the cliff’s edge just under the castle.

Our landlord and landlady invited us up for lunch while we were in the house waiting for a delivery of some military-issued furniture (fridge, washer, dryer, etc.).  Lunch was interesting because we speak very little Italian and our landlord and landlady speak no English.  At all.  Somehow, though, we had a wonderful time over chilled red wine, fresh pasta, roasted eggplant, peccorino cheese, Italian bread, caprese salad, olives from her brother’s groves, and summer peaches.

After lunch, Elliott and I took pictures downstairs while Lena talked to our landlady in her apartment:

Back downstairs, we were walking through the front door.  The balcony is straight ahead; the door on the right is to our first bathroom.   The fireplace is directly to your left; you can see the edge of it.  The hallway on the left side of the living room leads to our bedrooms.

Here’s a view from the other side of the living room, standing near our bathroom door.  The art on the wall is an original by a friend of our landlord.

Now out to the balcony.  Elliott looks out over the valley to the Mediterranean.

Now he walked down the balcony past the second bathroom window to the door to our bedroom.  That faux owl has been very good at keeping pigeons off the balcony thus far!

Now we’re in our bedroom.  Elliott’s standing in the balcony door.

This will probably be Lena’s bedroom.  The yellow was just too strong, much to my dismay.  I’ve asked them to paint it back to white.  Maybe I’ll add some stencils down the line…

There’s also a small third bedroom/guest room, but there’s not much in there, so we’ll skip that.

Here’s our second bathroom.

And now the kitchen!  The kitchen is directly to your left when you walk in our front door.  Don’t you love that gorgeous long farmhouse table?!  It comes with the house and was one of the reasons we decided to rent it.

And now in my kitchen!  We picked this kitchen out ourselves in IKEA with our landlady.  Second time in my married life that I’ve been able to design my own kitchen!  We love every detail.

The view from our kitchen window.  That’s Mt Etna, the volcano, in the not-so-distant distance.

Looking back the other way at the table and cabinets.

Detail of our sink, faucet, and the beautiful backsplash that our landlady chose for us.  

Italians put drying racks inside the cupboards over the sink.  How brilliant is that?

The built-in cupboards under the built-in countertop.  We’ll hang a curtain in front of the cupboards.

Lena, Elliott, and I can’t wait for lots of fires in the fireplace this winter! 

We can’t wait to move in and make this our home.  Which unfortunately won’t be until December because of Elliott’s training course in Texas from mid-Sept to mid-Nov.  We leave on Friday!  But more about that adventure later…

8 :: in home sweet home, Lena, Sicily

out for the night. dressed to the nines. baby’s with a sitter. blissful, right?

Our future Wahoo!  With more UVA grads in her family than she can imagine–both parents, three aunts, two uncles–how can Lena avoid the orange and blue?  We’re dreaming of taking her to her first UVA football game this fall…

* * *
Yesterday was the last day of Elliott’s training course here in Vicenza.  To finish up things in style, the Public Health Command organized a banquet at a nearby Italian restaurant.  The dress code was “dress blues,” which for Elliott meant his $500 Army uniform which he has worn once before in his entire Army career, and for me meant LBD or something similar.  And babysitters were provided for the night!
Fabulous, right?  Dream come true?  Not so for several factors:
1) Elliott does not have his $500 Army uniform which he has worn once before in his entire Army career.  It is in his express shipment from Egypt to Sicily, a shipment that should have arrived weeks ago.  But when he inquired about it, he got an email that it only left Egypt last week.  So buy another uniform?  Not so easy when you now work on a Navy base!  What on earth was he going to wear?  This is a big deal, particularly because all the important higher ranking officers in his Command would be there.
2) I don’t have a LBD in my suitcase.  I have been living out of a suitcase since May and will be till after Thanksgiving.  In that oh-so-carefully-packed suitcase there is no black silk tricotine or taffeta.  What was I going to wear?  The now-faded sundress Elliott bought me for $10 in Rockport, MA, when my clothes were soaked after sea kayaking and I needed something dry?  Ehhh…
3) I forgot the breastmilk I’d stored for Lena.  It is still sitting in our freezer in Sicily.  Also I forgot my breastpump.  And bottles.  We’re seriously committed to feeding Lena only breastmilk, no formula.  So maybe I could buy a cheap pump?  I went to the store.  They only sell electric pumps for $70-150 each.  Scratch that.  Yikes.
So the Epic Evening Out was turning into the Epic Fail for the young Garbers.  How could we redeem this?  Attendance at the banquet was mandatory for Elliott, and I was not going to stay home with Lena; I knew he needed and wanted me, and my participation was important for our marriage and his relationship with his peers.  So… we needed to get creative.
1) We went to the NEX, which is like the Walmart on Navy bases.  We found some dark gray slacks, black dress shoes, an only-semi-tacky tie, and a handsome blazer for Elliott.  No suits available, sadly.  Elliott looked dashing.  Anyway, his plight was unavoidable and understandable; his commanders gave him permission to wear civilian clothes and that’s what we would do for the night.
2) I called my [brand new] friend Leah.  “Leah, I think you’re about my size… do you have a dress I could borrow?”  She did!  Her little black taffeta number fit fabulously, so fabulously that now Elliott and I wish I could keep it.  The NEX had some gold earrings, and I had dressy gold sandals in my suitcase.  Score.
3) For Lena’s milk, let’s just say her mommy learned what it means to “self-express.”  It took me days, but I had two [smallish] bottles of milk to pass off along with my baby.  The babysitter at the CDC was an incredibly friendly and warm young woman.  I left Lena anxiously but ultimately decided that worrying wasn’t helping anything; I prayed that God would take care of her and left it at that.
After all that drama, choosing to let go and have fun meant we were in store for a great evening.  All Elliott’s fellow Captains/veterinarians were vocally envious of Elliott’s comfortable outfit.  His commanders knew what to expect and didn’t seem to mind at all.  Someone told Elliott he looked like James Bond in that jacket… and wouldn’t you rather look like James Bond at a military banquet any day?  I loved my dress and loved being at a party again.  I loved being the girl with Elliott; I always have.  We ate until we could eat no more and still the food kept coming.  I counted about 8 different dishes, all of the best Italian fare.  Elliott and his commander bonded over their days at the MFO in Egypt (where his commander met his beautiful Israeli wife).  The wine flowed, the speeches waxed, the awards shone. 

Of course we weren’t organized enough to remember everything, and thus forgot a camera.  Here’s a grainy iPhone picture:

And the babysitter never called.  Much later that evening when we slipped into the CDC to pick her up, Lena was fast asleep and had been for hours.  There had been enough milk.  
And her parents carried her home.
6 :: in husband, Lena, motherhood, thoughts

out for the night. dressed to the nines. baby’s with a sitter. blissful, right?

Our future Wahoo!  With more UVA grads in her family than she can imagine–both parents, three aunts, two uncles–how can Lena avoid the orange and blue?  We’re dreaming of taking her to her first UVA football game this fall…

* * *
Yesterday was the last day of Elliott’s training course here in Vicenza.  To finish up things in style, the Public Health Command organized a banquet at a nearby Italian restaurant.  The dress code was “dress blues,” which for Elliott meant his $500 Army uniform which he has worn once before in his entire Army career, and for me meant LBD or something similar.  And babysitters were provided for the night!
Fabulous, right?  Dream come true?  Not so for several factors:
1) Elliott does not have his $500 Army uniform which he has worn once before in his entire Army career.  It is in his express shipment from Egypt to Sicily, a shipment that should have arrived weeks ago.  But when he inquired about it, he got an email that it only left Egypt last week.  So buy another uniform?  Not so easy when you now work on a Navy base!  What on earth was he going to wear?  This is a big deal, particularly because all the important higher ranking officers in his Command would be there.
2) I don’t have a LBD in my suitcase.  I have been living out of a suitcase since May and will be till after Thanksgiving.  In that oh-so-carefully-packed suitcase there is no black silk tricotine or taffeta.  What was I going to wear?  The now-faded sundress Elliott bought me for $10 in Rockport, MA, when my clothes were soaked after sea kayaking and I needed something dry?  Ehhh…
3) I forgot the breastmilk I’d stored for Lena.  It is still sitting in our freezer in Sicily.  Also I forgot my breastpump.  And bottles.  We’re seriously committed to feeding Lena only breastmilk, no formula.  So maybe I could buy a cheap pump?  I went to the store.  They only sell electric pumps for $70-150 each.  Scratch that.  Yikes.
So the Epic Evening Out was turning into the Epic Fail for the young Garbers.  How could we redeem this?  Attendance at the banquet was mandatory for Elliott, and I was not going to stay home with Lena; I knew he needed and wanted me, and my participation was important for our marriage and his relationship with his peers.  So… we needed to get creative.
1) We went to the NEX, which is like the Walmart on Navy bases.  We found some dark gray slacks, black dress shoes, an only-semi-tacky tie, and a handsome blazer for Elliott.  No suits available, sadly.  Elliott looked dashing.  Anyway, his plight was unavoidable and understandable; his commanders gave him permission to wear civilian clothes and that’s what we would do for the night.
2) I called my [brand new] friend Leah.  “Leah, I think you’re about my size… do you have a dress I could borrow?”  She did!  Her little black taffeta number fit fabulously, so fabulously that now Elliott and I wish I could keep it.  The NEX had some gold earrings, and I had dressy gold sandals in my suitcase.  Score.
3) For Lena’s milk, let’s just say her mommy learned what it means to “self-express.”  It took me days, but I had two [smallish] bottles of milk to pass off along with my baby.  The babysitter at the CDC was an incredibly friendly and warm young woman.  I left Lena anxiously but ultimately decided that worrying wasn’t helping anything; I prayed that God would take care of her and left it at that.
After all that drama, choosing to let go and have fun meant we were in store for a great evening.  All Elliott’s fellow Captains/veterinarians were vocally envious of Elliott’s comfortable outfit.  His commanders knew what to expect and didn’t seem to mind at all.  Someone told Elliott he looked like James Bond in that jacket… and wouldn’t you rather look like James Bond at a military banquet any day?  I loved my dress and loved being at a party again.  I loved being the girl with Elliott; I always have.  We ate until we could eat no more and still the food kept coming.  I counted about 8 different dishes, all of the best Italian fare.  Elliott and his commander bonded over their days at the MFO in Egypt (where his commander met his beautiful Israeli wife).  The wine flowed, the speeches waxed, the awards shone. 

Of course we weren’t organized enough to remember everything, and thus forgot a camera.  Here’s a grainy iPhone picture:

And the babysitter never called.  Much later that evening when we slipped into the CDC to pick her up, Lena was fast asleep and had been for hours.  There had been enough milk.  
And her parents carried her home.
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