Pursuing the expatriate life in Italy–Poland Dix

My first full day in Krakow. After conking out last night at 7:30 p.m., I found myself waking up at 10:15 a.m. I must have really been wiped out. I slept like a baby. My host has a spare bedroom which is where I stay and I’m sleeping on a very large futon which is quite comfortable. Maybe I need to stay awake for 34 hours straight more often? Or get a futon?

Anyway, under dark gray skies I left for the Krakow Main Square around 11:00 a.m. Once I arrived, I pulled out my map and started walking. I immediately headed to the Jewish Quarter. I have no idea if there is any Jewish blood in our family, but I thought I might as well see what I can find out, initially. I found an English-speaking woman, Paulina, in a Jewish history museum and told her an abbreviated version of my story. She said she knew exactly who I should see. Continue reading

Pursuing the expatriate life in Italy–Poland Neuf

True to form, the trip started off wrong. Rest easy, my faithful followers. I have not turned my back on my traveling faux pas.

And one would think that this trip would have been easy. I just traveled to Sicily six weeks ago which required a bus trip to the airport in Rome from the station two blocks from my house. All I needed to do was replicate my last trip to Rome. Continue reading

Pursuing the expatriate life in Italy–Poland Huit

It appears that, if I want an article published about my efforts to find my family roots in Ukraine, I will need to write it myself.

I contacted the editor of an English language newspaper in Lviv. I didn’t hear back from him so I sent another email last night, late. This morning he responded, saying he was very interested, but did not have the resources to devote to such a story. However, he was open to having me write it. He said he would look it over if I write it up.

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Pursuing the expatriate life in Italy–Poland Sept

Poland looms ever closer. On Monday, March 9 I take a bus to Fiumicino Airport in Rome and check in to my hotel room in order to catch my early flight to Krakow on Tuesday. I’m winding things down here. Trying to get all my ducks in a row. I want to be completely organized since I’ll be gone for three weeks.

I’m getting additional Italian lessons from my tutor so I can keep studying. I’ve got some work-out regimens from a buddy of mine since won’t have access to a health club. And I’m trying to do more research. Continue reading

Pursuing the expatriate life in Italy–finally home and what a great time


That satisfied sound you hear is me. Relaxing. Eating spaghetti in my favorite restaurant. Happy to be home.

Home. Funny how that word now applies to this little, sparse apartment here along Italy’s Adriatic Coast. Yet, it is home. It’s where I hang my hat. It’s where I sleep, where I shower. It’s my space. And no matter how big the space is, knowing it’s your space makes it home. Continue reading