Monday, December 28, 2009

Bang Ups and Break-Ins

My poor car! Since moving to Naples my car has received more dings, dents, and scratches. It has been hit twice, once by an unknown either American or Italian in the parking garage at work and once I was run into intentionally by a trio of Italian "boys" in a completely junked Neapolitan car. Why did they run into me? The driver did not like the fact that I passed him, I am guessing. He did not hit me hard but just enough to cause damage to my delicate Honda bumper. My car was even dented by some American punching it while it was parked on the base. I am guessing it was a rogue teenager set to roam wild in what we term "the cage" which is the Navy's support site. It is completely fenced in so parent's feel safe letting the kids roam free and don't feel accountable for what their kids do. We call this christening of cars "being Napolized" (pronounced nah-pol-ized).

Along with all its bumps and bruises my car has been violated on several occasions. . The first time was at least three years ago. I was parked in our gated parking area and I very wrongly left an empty packet of gas coupons in the center console for any gypsy or thieving Napolitano to see. They broke out one of the small back windows to get to it and in the process got a walkman and several Cd's. It took a bit of time for me to replace that window and I was grateful that they kindly did not break one of the larger ones. This taught me NEVER to leave anything in my car and now, while it is parked in the gated area I do not even bother to lock the doors. This practice almost cost me my car on a couple of occasions. Twice we awoke to find our gate had been forced open but both cars were still there. I am not sure what happened, whether they couldn't get the cars started (mine has to have the key with the computer chip in it) or if they were interrupted but after the second attempt we started padlocking our gate and have never had another issue like it.

On December 11th I attended our Christmas Party at a lovely Italian restaurant in Pozzuoli. There were about 17 American couples. I was in a tizzy because I could not find the restaurant and my beloved Tom Tom was not working. After about twenty minutes of driving back and forth I finally found the restaurant and in a dither I broke my one cardinal rule. I dumped my Tom Tom and it's accessories in the glove box. As I locked the doors and walked away I realized I had forgotten my white elephant gift and returned to the car to retrieve it. I was sure I locked the doors. The evening was splendid with wonderful food, fun games (the white elephant gift exchange), and great company. I got in my car to depart and was confused to see the contents of my glove box piled neatly on my seat and my glove box opened. A moment later it dawned on me that someone had been in my car! Cleesy (that is my pet name for my Tom Tom because we downloaded John Cleese's voice) was gone! I did not tell any of the other guests of my misfortune. I hate to be made a fuss over. And besides, those thieving you know whats got a broken Tom Tom for all their trouble! Along with all these thoughts I beat myself up because I figured I must have left the doors unlocked.

Well, I posted my mishap on facebook and was informed by another of the guests that I was not the only victim. Larry, one of our surveyors, suffered the misfortune of a damaged passenger door but they only got his sunglasses. Aaron, one of our techs and the responder to my note, got hit much worse. They got his sunglasses, Tom Tom, car stereo, 140 liters of gas coupons, and other things. He was devastated and suggested I check my car for damage. I stood at the back of the car and glanced down the side. I saw nothing and did not inspect further and I figured they must have gained access because I did not lock my doors. Several days passed and bits and pieces of information trickled in, like the parking lot attendant just "happened" to be home sick that night. This set my suspicions on fire and I strongly feel we were a hit. He called his buddies because the "rich" Americans were going to be easy and lucrative targets. He calls in sick and he is covered. I am probably right. This is Naples, after all. Anyway, after a few days I was parking my car in the car park and some little inkling told me to walk to the passenger side and take a peek. The damage you see in the photo is how they got in my car. At least I don't have to beat myself up for leaving the doors unlocked anymore, because I didn't.



25 Random Things about me.

1. I am ordinary. I used to believe there was something wrong with being ordinary, but I have come to realize who I am is exactly who I am supposed to be. This realization has really brought joy into my life.

2. I am easily distracted. (Squirrel!)

3. There is not a single person that I hate, in fact, I can find something to like in every person I meet. (I consider this one of my strong points.)

4. I don't care about "the details" which is probably why I am having such a difficult time coming up with 25 things, facts, habits, or goals about myself that I did not say in my last "25 things" note.

5. I would like to quit my job and become a homemaker. And when I say homemaker I mean a person free of work, free to create in the kitchen, free to create (words on paper), free to use my time as I wish to use it.

6. I am about to be an empty nester and I don't think I am going to have a hard time with it.

7. It discourages me that people don't communicate via letter writing much anymore. E-mail has its place but there is just something about getting a letter in the mail.

8. I hate politics.

9. Moving to Italy has given me an appreciation for history that I never had before.

10. My all time favorite authors are Ernest Hemingway and William Faulkner.

11. When I grow up I would like to be a wacky English Professor with an office strewn with books I have read over and over with marked, bent pages, stacks of papers precariously perched on the edge of my desk, and a lone philodendron sitting on the windowsill.

12. I wish I had a personal shopper to buy clothes for me. I don't like clothes shopping. In fact, I wish there was someone who would lay out my outfit, complete with accessories, for the day so I won't have to think about it.

13. I am strongly considering becoming a wellness coach.

14. I know something about just about everything but I don't know a lot about anything. I get to a certain point and can't get any further OR I lose interest. (Refer to #2)

15. I am both social and antisocial. I draw my energy from people and strongly desire my "me" time.

16. My favorite country that I have visited so far is Scotland. It seems so clean, innocent, untouched (and their accent ain't bad either). I am not referring to the big cities here.

17. I like a shot of Highland Park scotch in my Green Mountain Roaster's Fair Trade Wild Mountain Blueberry™ coffee on a chilly afternoon.

18. I don't think, just because one gets older, her hair should get shorter.

19. The more I learn about Van Gogh's life, the more I admire his art.

20. I don't really care if my name is remembered after I die. I just hope I affect some people positively while I am alive.

21. I have no obsessions although my husband will attest that I am compulsive obsessive about some things (like lining my car up just so when I pump my gas. What? Doesn't everyone do that??)

22. I have an Amazon Kindle. I do enjoy it but I still prefer the feel, smell, and weight that comes only from holding a hard or paper back book.

23. I consider myself a good cook but I have just discovered I have so little knowledge about it. (refer to #14). I would never have survived cooking every recipe in the Julia Child cookbook like Julie (from the blog/book/movie "the Julie Julia project") did.

24. I love to wear blue jeans.

25. I really don't like talking on the phone. I don't "get" the signals like I am supposed to. It is just uncomfortable.