My first taste…
I’ve been out of touch…
OK, so if you happen to look over the last few entries you will see there were one or two a day since I began this blog…which ok, was only a few days ago, but still, I was active; let’s give me credit for that. Anyway, it is time for me to tell you a little bit about high speed internet connections in Italy. My first taste came when I learned it would take 40 days for our internet connection to become active. God destroyed and recreated the world in the same amount of time it took Libero to get our high speed internet working…never mind the fact that we already had the “lines” in place. But, once we had our connection, we were on fire. We installed all the tools necessary for a wireless connection and spent most of our days connected on one of the three computers in this house. I felt like I should represent high speed internet companies as one of those anonymous customers who hide behind a thick mustache and fake glasses telling the world “I’m sorry I didn’t switch earlier”. We were “click” – this page; “click” – that page, the world was at our fingertips. Then, as quickly as it came…it went! We were without the pleasures of internet for 3 days. I didn’t realize how much I had come to depend on the internet until I was without it. As you can imagine, I depend on http://www.onlineconversion.com/ to translate into the metric system regularly. For someone obsessed with weight and inches, this is very important. By the way, does anyone know why America chose to measure things differently than every other country in the WORLD?? I have also become quite addicted to the Expat website, and I was sooo looking forward to hearing what the other Americans thought of last night’s “soccer” game. Plus, I wanted to look up pics of those hottie Italian players…even though I was rooting against them last night! But, I digress… we were without our beloved internet, and in turn, I was without the means to communicate with you. So, on DAY 3 without the internet, Peppe was getting furious with Libero. He was just about to call and let them have it, when I remembered something that might be important…
“Peppe, did I tell you that your brother messed with the wireless connector the other day?” Nevermind the fact that Peppe’s brother is a 36 year old MAN, not a child…but this was an important oversight on my part.
Well, Libero was saved a good “chewing” and Peppe repaired our internet connection in about 5 minutes! I am so glad to be back! I have to run now - I have to google my Italian Models..I mean, huh, Soccer Team!
Whatcha thinking?