I put “Get on the Damn Plane” on my to do list.
I’m sure I’ll explain about me and lists in the near future. However, lets begin with the premise that lists are an important part of the way I operate.
So every day for the last several months, I have seen this item on my electronic task list. Every day i have been anxiously anticipating getting on the damn plane an taking that next big step toward my ultimate goals.
The sense of relief and excitement coupled together is a bit overwhelming. I’ve been planing and saving and packing for the last several months. Wanting to go on this trip for years and now I am here. I am on the plane the doors are closing and I am checking this huge line Item off my list!
It is simply to impossible to accurately describe the beauty of this place.
After giving my mime skills some exercise, I got on the bus to Rival del Garda. The sun had just set and there was just enough light to see miles and miles of vineyards surrounded by mountains.
Every time we turned a corner, and by corner I mean wound around another mountain, there would be more fields of vineyards and yet another mountain. Small apartment buildings and homes were scattered on either side with tiers of vines sticking out of rock in some places and olive trees marking property lines. Absolutely stunning.
I wish I had been able to get pictures but it was just too dark, and the bus was moving too fast. So I’ll have to keep those pictures in my memory.
My directions clearly state that I should get off the train here. There are 4 people here and none of them work here.
No WiFi, no ATM, no nothing.
Oh, and yes, of course…no escalator or elevator. Soooo we carry my 100 lbs of luggage down three flights of stairs and up three flights of stairs. Nope…nothing in the main station either. Closed teller boxes and automated machines to buy train tickets…
I walk out to a small city center and there no direct sign for the bus. I finally ask a young woman “Dove sono the bus a la Rival del Garda?” (I guess we all know what I need to look up as soon as I get to internet tonight…..)
She points me to a sign all but behind the station off to the right, and helps me find the one I need.
I proceed to thank her in 4 languages — I think I even threw in Spanish by mistake.
Welcome to Italia!!!!!
Well that certainly was an experience.
A couple of lessons learned in the preparation and day of rituals aside (see the eBook for details), I had a pretty good morning and got to my destination quite efficiently.
I managed the entire experience with absolutely no English.
The government forms that they had me fill out were my first clue. It turns out that the ZAV (Government funded agencies) serve as more of an unemployment purpose than operating as agents to hire the best people. Have you ever had any luck finding a job through the state funded unemployment office?
The woman I sang for was very kind and the pianist impressed. But I was told that I shouldn’t bother with operetta, not because I’m not good at it, but they have too many German singers looking for work in the field and in operetta they can place German singers, so they will.
Evidently the German government has given these agencies an edict that unless they are dealing with spectacular circumstances (not even spectacular voices) they are to give a clear advantage to German singers. I was told very kindly that they were having extremely tough times and that should she wish to work with me, she would have to prove to the state why I was an exception, but not by my singing abilities, an exception based on any ties I may have directly to Germany.
She told me that she loved my Jewel song and that I was fun to watch, but that I should contact the private agencies instead to see if they could help me.
Ok. I’ve crossed oceans and airports. I am here right where I said that I want to be. So what exactly am I supposed to do now? There are so many people to contact. So many things to see and do….it’s difficult to focus when there are infinate possibilities.
Every time I make a plan I limit my options to a degree so how do you balance having some security, comfort and rest with freeing yourself up to take advantage of every opportunity? There is a line and I’m going to keep jumping back and forth across it to test both myself and life to see if we can find something new about eachother.
Berlin has been a good place to start, a great place to acclimate to German and European lifestyles. However, I’m not convinced that this is where I need to be.
So the next location on the agenda is Leipzig, and maybe I will find more of what I am looking for there, maybe not. But I’ve got a train ticket with my name on it for the next several months. Let’s see where I feel right. I’ve got the time to try.