Capturing the Cuzzies

It just so happens that I've been to a few family gatherings lately. I've kind of 'rediscovered' cousins that I haven't seen for years, and met a few I'd forgotten about completely. Coming back from one such event I tried, with mixed success, to list them all from A to Z, and to remember which aunt or uncle they relate to.

This exercise has prompted some interesting conversations. I've trawled early childhood memories and tried to remember who the hell was in the room when we did those Sunday visits.

Naomi (one of my cousins) got me into Geni - one of those online family tree things, it has helped a lot, and it's free: 
https://www.geni.com

The oldest generation in our families has now passed on, and I've just realised that we are now the oldest generation. We are the ones who are supposed to know these things - stuff about who we are, where we came from, and how we all connect. It's a big responsibility, perhaps stronger in some cultures than others (Maori, Italian)? 

It probably only dawns on people like me to make more of an effort once they are over fifty.

Lizzie

Ginger Biscuits Recipe

So, I'm using up all the stuff in the cupboards before we leave. Today I made up some easy, spicy, soft ginger biscuits.

My sister was visiting, so I thought I'd make something to tempt her, with a nod to healthy eating. They've got flax seeds in them.

Here's the recipe:

Rummage round in the back of the cupboards and find 4 teaspoons of spices like ginger and cinnamon, mix them with 2 cups flour and 1 teaspoon of baking soda and a tablespoon of seeds.

Beat up one egg then add half a cup of either melted butter or oil, and half a cup of sugar. And some of that left over yoghurt you might find in the fridge, and some milk or water. The mixture should be not too runny, more like a cake than a batter.

Mix and bake in big spoonfuls in 180 degrees oven about ten minutes.

Lizzie

From Suits to Boots

It's going to be an interesting transition. I spent Saturday afternoon trying out work/hiking boots for size and comfort. It was nice to do something real, and to think more about the changes ahead.

For the past 4 years I've donned a business suit and gone to work in an office - a very pleasant office, with views across Wellington harbour. Board papers, spreadsheets, policies and regulations have paid my bills.

But now, it's all going to be different. I'm trading my physical labour, and a bit of advice here and there, for accommodation and meals. I'm stepping into other people's lives and businesses, to offer my help. They are very interesting lives, in great places - Orange in Oz, Touzac in France, and Policoro in Southern Italy.

I'm going from indoors to outdoors, from cerebral to practical, from suits to boots...

Lizzie's Bloke (guest blogger)

Carrying On

We are in the planning stages of another world adventure.

It will include 6 months of Workaway jobs in Oz, France and Italy, a LoveHomeSwap or two, plus the essential 'F' things: family, food and friends.

But first, it's all about the packing, and in our case, what not to take. We are doing the carry-on thing again, so liberating. And let's face it, you just don't need a whole lot of stuff to lug around! Mascara, heavy shoes, books and pyjamas are unnecessary items. These bags weigh less than 1 kilo, leaving 6 kilos each for our essential things.

Lizzie 

Wellington for now

So, having established the lovely home and garden in Nelson, top of the South Island, and put it up for occasional use by AirBnB and LoveHome swappers, I took up an interesting 18-month contract in Wellington to work with VSA - NZ's volunteer service abroad agency.


Now, if there was ever a tempting place for a 'shifty fifty' susceptible-to-change type to work, it would have to be VSA! I'm currently up to my ears in Pacific projects, arranging partnerships and resourcing for good development stuff in countries like Vanuatu, Tonga, Fiji and Samoa.

Here's a pic of a marketplace in Fiji, humongous vegetables on offer, and me with a couple of amazing Kiwi volunteers working for UN Women in Suva. I'm really getting this cash-less economy thing now - house, mentoring, labour and skills exchanges are not only worthwhile, but fun! People doing good things and sharing what they can afford to...

A Few Things About Rome

Like any place there are some good and some not so good things here. To me, Rome is both fascinating and frustrating. It's a complex, scruffy yet stunningly beautiful city. I don't love it, but Rome and I are developing a very meaningful relationship.

Lunch from a little visit to the market.

Shopping in markets is a joy. For example when buying meat yesterday I found the butcher to be really helpful, we had a long chat about how he should cut the beef for me, and how I should cook it. The fruit and veges are so fresh and cheap, and you can get great bread and cheeses too. Our daughter and her husband stay loyal to a particular vendor for each type of food - so we aren't supposed to shop around, for example, for the cheapest mortadella. The stall holders all talk to each other too, so it pays to stick to the plan. Competition for the veges must be fierce as I noticed about six different stalls within their small local market.

Some of the older ladies take ages to buy stuff; yet no-one seems to rush them. They talk about each item, then check their list, then chat about something, then buy the next thing. It took us ages to get some bread this morning as we ended up behind two nonnas!

Trying to get official things done is a nightmare. It is hard to understand the unwritten rules here, when to wait, or when to push forward. And the office hours are all over the place. Inexplicably closed on certain weekdays, or only dealing with one particular type of enquiry in morning sessions. Usually you can't ring and make an appointment either - you just have to take your chances and be prepared to wait, often for a long time.

A line-up for the protest

People watching is great fun. We had to get off the tram one day because there was a big political protest going on outside a government building. Thousands of people lined the steps, some wearing red caps and holding placards. We watched the carabinieri arriving in vans and lining up with their shields. The protesters mingled in big groups, chatting amicably and trying on each other's hats or talking on their mobiles. It all seemed rather pleasant, except for a bit of booing and hissing at one stage when an official went through.

Where our daughter lives

For us the best thing about visiting Rome is seeing where our daughter and her family live - an apartment in a good residential suburb on a hill called Monteverde, only about 20 minutes walk into the centre of Rome.

The best cafes ever

They have at least two great nearby cafes where we pop in for our morning cappuchinos (only 1 euro, who said Rome was expensive?) This morning we tried some pastries with a sort of light lemon cream in them and a ricotta and dark chocolate tart. Delicious.

Nice building, no tagging

We love going into the city and just wandering around and looking at the buildings and the people. We found a whole street selling church vestments the other day, and then we went and sat in the Pantheon one more time and marveled about the biggest dome in Rome.

But sometimes the tagging is awful, not clever at all, and we can't help but notice the rubbish and doggy dos left in the streets. But then we come across a sparkling little shop selling antiques or paintings or well designed shoes and we start to love it all again.

Lizzie

London

I reckon I've acclimatised already. Only 5 layers of clothing under my coat now, not 7 - and I've stopped sniggering at place names like 'Cockfosters' and signs that say 'Hump for 50 yards' (although I'm still a bit puzzled about that).

Cold, but not freezing

When I pay for things I no longer keep the shopkeeper waiting while I puzzle my way through the unfamiliar coins and pale coloured bank notes that all look the same. Why do they have a 10p that is twice the size of the 20p, I wonder?

Last night we visited friends in Surbiton and, after a great catch-up and Indian takeaways for dinner, we managed to make our way back very late at night on a train then a tube then a bus. I always keep my Oyster card close to my heart, it's very reassuring.

I'm loving the crowds, the diversity and all the little independent shops and markets around Islington. I even enjoy wandering around Waitrose and exclaiming about all the pre-cooked meals on offer. The Christmas windows are amazing too.

John Lewis windows - bear made from luggage

Animals made from appliances

We got a real Christmas tree the other day and lugged it back to the flat, then bought some lights and decorations from one of those funny little cheap-everything shops (but managed to resist the pine-scent spray they offered). Christmas certainly seems to fit better in a Winter context.

Visiting shiny, happy people

Tonight I'm off to the local pub, Hops and Glory, for dinner with my daughter. They have board games apparently, and it's always nice and warm in pubs. Could it get any better than this?!

Lizzie

Plane Failing - 10 Reasons it Didn't Go to Plan!

So, if you read my blog about Plane Sailing strategies, please feel free to ignore it.

Here's what really happened:
1. We were stuffed by the time we got on the plane
2. I had a big glass of Pinot Noir
3. I sat in front of a ridiculously tall man whose feet reached through to my foot space, AND flopped about when he slept
4. We both fell asleep on the first flight to Hong Kong
5. Then on the second flight to London I had to wake Mario up for his sleeping pill, he was a bit grumpy about that
6. The movie selection wasn't great. I couldn't be bothered with Heat and Mario blamed Southern Edge for sending him off to sleep
7. I couldn't get past the sleeping giant (basketball player) easily to go for walks
8. We had ordered special healthy meals, low salt and fat, and wished we hadn't
9. The half sleeping pill didn't do it for me on the second flight, so I played computer games right up until the last hour and fell asleep at the worst possible time
10. Someone's bag came crashing out of the overhead locker and frightened the hell out of me just as we landed

However, we zoomed through customs at Heathrow with just our carry-on and had an easy trip on the train and bus all the way to Islington. London at last - hello old friend.

Lizzie