<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278</id><updated>2011-11-22T23:21:38.076+01:00</updated><category term='Edamame'/><category term='Families in Zürich'/><category term='Italian Wine'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='reading'/><category term='Swiss Food'/><category term='Foodies'/><category term='Living in Switzerland'/><category term='Switzerland Sunshine'/><category term='Italy'/><category term='McCain'/><category term='Loving Italians'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='Villa Mimma'/><category term='Affection'/><category term='pray'/><category term='Reason to love Zurich'/><category term='Family Vacations'/><category term='Zurich'/><category term='Election 2008'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='food books'/><category term='Recession'/><category term='Clean City'/><category term='summer books'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Taste'/><category term='Girlfriends'/><category term='USA Citizenship'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Health Food'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Love.'/><category term='Family holidays with children'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Flavour'/><category term='Living and working in Zurich'/><title type='text'>WiseBlog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-6600469852113805470</id><published>2008-08-24T20:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:12:55.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooooooove over and check out our new blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SLGkemHb5mI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IyAqeaOE8q8/s1600-h/Good+Morning+Mr.+Cow(s).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238148687143364194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SLGkemHb5mI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IyAqeaOE8q8/s320/Good+Morning+Mr.+Cow(s).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the new site at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiseirishblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wiseirishblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget to subscribe if you want to be alerted when there are new updates on the blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mona, Ron, Rory &amp;amp; Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-6600469852113805470?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/6600469852113805470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=6600469852113805470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/6600469852113805470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/6600469852113805470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/08/mooooooove-over-and-check-out-our-new.html' title='Mooooooove over and check out our new blog!'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SLGkemHb5mI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IyAqeaOE8q8/s72-c/Good+Morning+Mr.+Cow(s).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-6027938380066246367</id><published>2008-07-30T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:30:43.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with Jack - Age 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SJDTZJXRENI/AAAAAAAAAEI/i3R1EP4Mplo/s1600-h/Jack+Starbucks+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228911596340842706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SJDTZJXRENI/AAAAAAAAAEI/i3R1EP4Mplo/s320/Jack+Starbucks+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer : You may only really understand this if you have actually lived with a 3 year old boy. If you are having trouble deciphering the words - call Rory - she is great at interpreting for us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On location at Starbucks, around 7:30am, before he got loaded on a blueberry muffin and carrot juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Wise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:        Thwee (holding up 4 fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaawwwm! I'n goin to pwecool in Thepthemmer. (not exactly sitting still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fav. Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is the bess Chef in the hoe worl. I eat everything Daddy cook. When I'm   big, I will cook like Daddy. (are we grasping the theme here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fav. passtime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like going to 'feelgruppe' (spielgruppe - play group) an I like goin with Daddy to the Badi (area of lake where kids can swim). An Maawm, I love my scooter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rwowe, Daddy, Mona, Granny, Unlce Thane, Sylvia, Keewa, Waemonn, Tom, Twaywee, Sami, Gabi and the kids, grandpa Terry, But Granny Lu and Grandad are dead in the gwound but I thill wuv them. Oh, an I wuv ice cream an gummi bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would you most like to meet and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus. ? Cause he is everywhere, in France, in Thwiterland, in Ithaly, an Granny said he is in Irewand too. (See former blog to explain his obsession with Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SJDTZ-JyJGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rh7lX7d4a3M/s1600-h/Jack+Starbucks+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228911610511369314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SJDTZ-JyJGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rh7lX7d4a3M/s320/Jack+Starbucks+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why so many scratches over your right eye? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first I fell when Daddy took me ice scaking, essept we neva skated, just had the skates on an I fell on the gwound. Then I had to get the 6 stitches. Then, in Ithlay I fall outta bed and have a black eye, and then at home when I jumped fwom the black couch to the red couch I fell on the gwound and gotta a scwatch on my same eye. Next time I move my head to the other eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anything you would like your fans to know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeth. I can speak my wods muth better now. I can talk dust like Wroree now :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-6027938380066246367?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/6027938380066246367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=6027938380066246367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/6027938380066246367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/6027938380066246367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/07/interview-with-jack-age-3.html' title='Interview with Jack - Age 3'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SJDTZJXRENI/AAAAAAAAAEI/i3R1EP4Mplo/s72-c/Jack+Starbucks+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-5371912060316865634</id><published>2008-07-28T14:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:54:06.232+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Italians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living and working in Zurich'/><title type='text'>Viva Italia (Final)</title><content type='html'>Well, although I said I was spreading out the blog on Italy to 3 parts - I decided that the Italians themselves deserved a bit of due diligence.&lt;br /&gt;As we have been living in Switzerland for almost a year now and the best word I can come up with describe the people here  is 'sterile'. It is the cleanest, safest place we have ever been and most likely ever will be. The people just do not have a social bone in their body. There is no passion in the food and no laughter in their souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took this little jaunt to Italy, Ron and I were feeling like a change was imminent. We have not made any friends since we moved here (not from the want of trying) and we felt like perhaps we had lost our touch. We started to question the friendships we had back in the US and wondered if that was ever 'real'. I still hear the echoing laughter of Mary Sue sitting at the bar in Rondo's................I know it was real. I think for a short time, Ron and I have forgotten who we were and how we like to be with people. It was this lovely trip to Italy that jolted us back to reality and made us realise that perhaps we are just in the wrong town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days in Piemonte, I noticed that the Italian men were behaving a little strange towards the children. Keep in mind, Jack is still having his way with both male and female. All he has to do is climb up on someones lap and they are putty in his hands. But, what I noticed was that these men, wanted to interact with the kids. Play with them, give them toys, tease them feed them, hug them, love them. At first I freaked out (in my own head - not out loud) thinking 'get your hands of my kids slime ball' but it was the most genuine affection I have ever witnessed. This happened everywhere we went. As soon as you went to a grocery store, they would hold the kids hands, giving them sweets or fruit or bread or just attention. They never made preference over one or the other - just loved them. The cooks in the restaurants came to our tables to feed them their dinners and play with them afterwards so we had some moments of peace to enjoy our food. This still amazes me. As we were leaving Italy we stopped at a gas station and the 'full service' guy that ran this place raced into his store and got them some candy - he (for a man this is amazing) must have noticed my look of 'shit, more sugar to make the ride home more fun' and came back a few minutes later with 'sugarless suckers' for them.&lt;br /&gt;As we bundled the kids into the car and headed back home we heard a tearful little Jack state those words that have now changed our world ' Mom, Thwitherland doth not make me berry happy'.....................I cried for most of the 4 hour ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, the winds of change are here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WiseMona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-5371912060316865634?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/5371912060316865634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=5371912060316865634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/5371912060316865634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/5371912060316865634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-italia-final.html' title='Viva Italia (Final)'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-5251929802221302748</id><published>2008-07-28T14:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:30:44.184+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Summer Reading - Imagine I have the time to read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI24dyz3nGI/AAAAAAAAADg/4U5qMjnHdBU/s1600-h/eatpraylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228037564442057826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI24dyz3nGI/AAAAAAAAADg/4U5qMjnHdBU/s320/eatpraylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's start with this one. My dear friend Carmen gave me this book last year before we took flight to Switzerland and as she handed it over (after she had first read it) she gave me a look that said, this is you! Read this one Mona, you need to read it. Oh Carmen - How I wish I had read that book a year ago. It truly was a great story. I got sucked in from the start and did not want to put it down until finished. I was highly suspicious about the 'pray' chapters as I am just not all that religious, but this was done well and gave me the spiritual pick me up I needed. (trust Carmen to know this was what I needed).&lt;br /&gt;I do not think that she wrote very well when it comes to the food. She seems like she is a foodie when you read the book, but she did not describe the food as I would have. Elizabeth Gilbert has a very nice style of writing. Just very 'here is exactly what is on my mind today and what happens etc' - not a heavy read. perfect for a summer holiday tote bag and of course the nice glass of wine close by. I can mail my copy to you if you want to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI24eAuVZ0I/AAAAAAAAADo/1RWriibrz5Y/s1600-h/US+Arugula.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228037568176940866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI24eAuVZ0I/AAAAAAAAADo/1RWriibrz5Y/s320/US+Arugula.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes - I read this book. OK. so a little heavier than the first one, this too was a gift from my Canadian food friend Christine Elizabeth Smart. She gave me this 2 years ago when I went to visit her in paradise - otherwise known as Victoria, BC. I promised her I would read it and even though it took me a little bit longer than expected,  I am glad I swam through it. It is a story about the Great American Food Revolution. I loved David Kamps sense of humor and believe it or not, this book made me 'hungry' so that can only mean his food writing skills are pretty good. He had some really interesting footnotes too for those that need 'learning, or facts' in a good read. All in all, I enjoyed it, but I cannot say I would have called it a page turner and I am pretty sure there was more napping and wine drinking to distract me with this one.&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI24eB7bNwI/AAAAAAAAADw/Kl4S1B-B1bU/s1600-h/ArtfulEater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228037568500283138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI24eB7bNwI/AAAAAAAAADw/Kl4S1B-B1bU/s320/ArtfulEater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, of course we must finish with the heaviest read. Edward Behr is a favorite of both Ron and mines and were were only too happy to pack this in our holiday bags. Ron is finishing up the book as we speak and I have read most of it. It is a revised edition of his 1992 book and addresses the raw materials of good food, salt and pepper to salmon, ham, mustard, beef, apples, vanilla, cream, coffee. It is a heavy read and although Ron has sailed through it swimmingly I will happily tell you I had to dig out my food thesaurus several times as it gets quite wordy. However, it is written so well and filled with such interesting facts - I would almost call it a page turner.&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading food lovers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WiseMona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-5251929802221302748?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/5251929802221302748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=5251929802221302748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/5251929802221302748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/5251929802221302748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-reading-imagine-i-have-time-to.html' title='Summer Reading - Imagine I have the time to read!'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI24dyz3nGI/AAAAAAAAADg/4U5qMjnHdBU/s72-c/eatpraylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-2237086218432675625</id><published>2008-07-28T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:30:44.462+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian Wine'/><title type='text'>Viva Italia (Part 3) Food, Wine, Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI23dpWbziI/AAAAAAAAADY/kGuVuoc2pbo/s1600-h/Barolo+Sign+and+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228036462391053858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI23dpWbziI/AAAAAAAAADY/kGuVuoc2pbo/s320/Barolo+Sign+and+sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where it gets a little saucy. I do not need to tell you what a fantastic Chef Ron is, because most of you out there know that and I am sure miss tasting his daily creations. I, on the other hand thank my lucky stars on a daily basis that the talent this man has is bestowed on me with pleasure. This was not our first and certainly not our last time in Italy together and to remind you all (and possibly nauseate you a little) even with unruly wayward children in tow with us, Italy is truly still the place for lovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt like the moment we crossed the Swiss border heading into the beautiful lake Como district that we were drawn closer to each other with the warmth and hospitality showered upon us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron, who truly has always loved his own version of Italian style of cooking almost tripped over himself the first afternoon as we stumbled upon this very cool winery &lt;a href="http://www.vicara.it/"&gt;http://www.vicara.it/&lt;/a&gt; . We spent our first lazy afternoon drinking wine with the wine maker of this place and the kids entertained themselves on the property climbing trees (falling out of trees) and drinking the 'oh so fine' grape juice they received. As luck would have it, the winemaker had just finished doing a competition tasting with the officials from Gamberro Rosso 2008 Wine Guide so we go to sip and savor just about everything they had on offer. He was also good friends with Pio Cesare and suggested we stop by there for a few drops of vino during our stay in Piemonte. (OK, twist my arm). We loaded up a few cases of this very well priced wine and headed back to the villa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again I have to thank my good friend Tom Tom navigation system for sticking with us throughout this trip. Those little villages in Italy are worth driving through (stay away from the excellent toll roads if time allows) because the towns need the revenue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got back to the villa, we strolled to the local butchers to get some meat to grill and trust me folks, if you have never ventured into an Italian butcher shop to buy some meat then put this on your list of things to do before you die. First of all - it is quite possibly the cleanest place you will ever step foot into (they are all this way, we became a little obsessed with butcher shops whilst on holidays) - and keep in mind we live in Sterile Swiss Land. So, inside the counter, was this robust butcher, red and white pin stripe apron waiting to take care of us. First, he greeted us warmly, then came out from behind his counter to feed the children some meat snack - no idea what he gave them, but of course they ate it and loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this immaculate display case we discovered so much more than meat and 'went to town' . The children begged and begged and begged Ron to buy the whole rabbit they saw there (eyeballs and all). Jack was really disappointed that we did not get this to grill out and asked several times throughout the duration of the trip if we could 'get a bunny for dinner?'. The only reason we did not get it, was because it was HUGE and we would have been eating rabbit for a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The butcher sold us a small carefully wrapped (in cheesecloth) package of little home made agnellotti's (teeny tiny little ravioli) made by his daughter. They took all of a few milliseconds to cook and if you think you do not like ravioli (like me) then this too should be added to 'things to eat before I die' list. They barely existed in your mouth for a second before disintegrating on your tongue. Always filled with something differently delicious (so you would not get bored) and Rory has decided that she will never eat another ravioli as long as she is alive unless it is the little agnellotti's from Treville. (love that girl).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could write a book on all the wineries we dropped in on whilst in Piemonte. We were less than one hour from that adorable little town - you may have heard of - Barolo?? Yes, we spent a long time there wondering just why on earth you could possibly ever want to take the road anywhere else. But, one other winery pops into my mind as I sit here and type and and that was &lt;a href="http://www.danilospinoglio.it/"&gt;http://www.danilospinoglio.it/&lt;/a&gt; - the reason I bring this one up is because it was an experience (non verbal) most memorable. The wine maker (again, we were just lucky on the timing) showed us a shady spot under the trees to park the car with precious sleeping children and then he brought us all the wine we could drink. He spoke not a word of English, and we no Italian. He was interrupted a few times to assist his neighbors as they came to fill up their 'cucina vino brocche' kitchen wine jugs ?? We learned a lot that afternoon. In a country like Italy, there is really no language barrier with foreigners like us. If you speak the language of love, food and wine, you can in a very easy way communicate with the locals. I cannot explain how - it just is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que Bella.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off for today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WiseMona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-2237086218432675625?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/2237086218432675625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=2237086218432675625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/2237086218432675625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/2237086218432675625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-italia-part-3-food-wine-love.html' title='Viva Italia (Part 3) Food, Wine, Love'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI23dpWbziI/AAAAAAAAADY/kGuVuoc2pbo/s72-c/Barolo+Sign+and+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-519279252236194122</id><published>2008-07-28T11:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:30:45.690+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family holidays with children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Viva Italia (Part 2) Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mom, can we see Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;? This question has been asked so many times since our first trip to Strasbourg, France, several months ago. As we are such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heathens&lt;/span&gt; and the kids have had limited exposure to the church, they are both a little obsessed with Jesus right now. So, when in Rome (ha ha) we just had to check out a few churches. Imagine our surprise when we found a black Jesus in the small catholic church in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Casale&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Monferratto&lt;/span&gt;. They were both so impressed and slightly terrified at the same time.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2a8sVL_OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n-CSgSRdub0/s1600-h/Black+Jesus+Italy+2008+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228005109929868514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2a8sVL_OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n-CSgSRdub0/s320/Black+Jesus+Italy+2008+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo below has been labeled '&lt;strong&gt;Mom still feeling guilty&lt;/strong&gt;'. See, what happened the night before was apparently Jack fell out of bed. I say this 'ho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hummingly&lt;/span&gt;' because this is not an unusual occurrence for our son. He is not the most graceful of children carrying around those huge boats we call his feet. So, he falls out of bed, whimpers, I run in, pick him up, put him right back to bed and he goes right back to sleep. End of story, UNTIL the following morning when we noticed a small (?) bump on his eye.............................so, as Daddy had a golf game scheduled that morning, I did the best I could do in easing the pain. I took him for breakfast to the local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gelateria&lt;/span&gt;. The pain melted away. What a trooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2amgMg-sI/AAAAAAAAADI/jldXs8F8Xz8/s1600-h/Mum+feeling+guilty+cause+of+black+eye+Italy+2008+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228004728715147970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2amgMg-sI/AAAAAAAAADI/jldXs8F8Xz8/s320/Mum+feeling+guilty+cause+of+black+eye+Italy+2008+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2ZUdpvyrI/AAAAAAAAACw/Kcbfjm3PMhI/s1600-h/A+little+scared+they+were+being+sacrificed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228003319283174066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2ZUdpvyrI/AAAAAAAAACw/Kcbfjm3PMhI/s320/A+little+scared+they+were+being+sacrificed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Beach Babies, Beach Babies, sing me a song&lt;/strong&gt;..............................as we were only an hour from the beach, we decided to drive to the Italian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Riviera&lt;/span&gt; for a few days of splash filled fun. This was Jacks first time in the ocean and he just loved it. The surf kicked up quite a bit and he got swallowed up several times by huge waves but surprise, surprise - he just kept going back for more! To be truthful, Ron and I have never been beach bums. We took the kids there because we knew they would like it. I have to tell you for those of you dreaming of how nice this would be to go on vacation - in my humble opinion, it was not all that. It was what we gently called 'seaside hell' - a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bunch&lt;/span&gt; of gorgeous little towns along the coast, very close to Nice/Monte Carlo and just destroyed with touristy stores and touristy hotels (with atrocious service). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;The rich&lt;/span&gt; tourists with fancy cars paraded all over the place may like that scene, but we were only to happy to drive back over the mountain to the wine country where the people were real and the food was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sumptuous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2ZU9ryiNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/M5K6oRyY9iY/s1600-h/Beach+Baby+Beach+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228003327881677010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2ZU9ryiNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/M5K6oRyY9iY/s320/Beach+Baby+Beach+Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2ZVEPJ0NI/AAAAAAAAADA/MgTiDcH2-fE/s1600-h/Ah,+yes.+Needed+to+cool+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228003329640616146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2ZVEPJ0NI/AAAAAAAAADA/MgTiDcH2-fE/s320/Ah,+yes.+Needed+to+cool+off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all, we find ourselves do things that the kids will enjoy but have decided to stick to what we truly love and the reality is that the kids will enjoy it too. They have already had so many unbelievable experiences at this stage of their young lives so we are done feeling like we need to expose them to the world. The have the travel bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WiseMona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-519279252236194122?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/519279252236194122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=519279252236194122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/519279252236194122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/519279252236194122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-italia-part-2-kids.html' title='Viva Italia (Part 2) Kids'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2a8sVL_OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n-CSgSRdub0/s72-c/Black+Jesus+Italy+2008+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-324662552276277000</id><published>2008-07-23T17:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:30:46.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Villa Mimma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian Wine'/><title type='text'>Viva Italia (Part 1) Traveling in Europe with Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2XFJczJbI/AAAAAAAAACI/jhzxmw2AA-A/s1600-h/But+I+am+awake!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2XFKTUN5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PRdpvasz_YM/s1600-h/Como+Milano+Decisions+Decisions.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2XFROIm7I/AAAAAAAAACY/z4ikmr4tYQc/s1600-h/Lunch+on+the+terrace+at+Villa+Mimma+Italy+2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228000859224841138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2XFROIm7I/AAAAAAAAACY/z4ikmr4tYQc/s320/Lunch+on+the+terrace+at+Villa+Mimma+Italy+2008+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2XFk36PNI/AAAAAAAAACg/RKegUftGjog/s1600-h/Wow-+Mom+was+with+us+on+this+trip!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228000864500333778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2XFk36PNI/AAAAAAAAACg/RKegUftGjog/s320/Wow-+Mom+was+with+us+on+this+trip!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2XGMxscdI/AAAAAAAAACo/NNNpYEEImEM/s1600-h/Knock+Knock+Knocking+on+Heavens+big+Door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228000875211682258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2XGMxscdI/AAAAAAAAACo/NNNpYEEImEM/s320/Knock+Knock+Knocking+on+Heavens+big+Door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SIdRV8DOsTI/AAAAAAAAACA/FiGKyy-Pdyc/s1600-h/3+amigos+villa+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226235329925525810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SIdRV8DOsTI/AAAAAAAAACA/FiGKyy-Pdyc/s320/3+amigos+villa+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Fellow Food Lovers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been struggling with the way I wanted to report on our trip to Italy and after the first few attempts I have decided to break it up into 3 parts. This is the first one, and Part 2 &amp;amp; 3 will follow shortly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 11th, 2008 we loaded up a couple of suitcases and headed south. We had decided late on Thursday evening to 'take a break' from it all and of course the Chef was just itching to get to drinking some if Italy's finest wines. We were fortunate enough to find accommodation for a week in the lovely Piemonte region, very close to the Italian Riviera in a tiny town called Treville. We stayed at this lovely place called Villa Mimma &lt;a href="http://www.villamimma.com/"&gt;http://www.villamimma.com/&lt;/a&gt; and it was just what the doctor ordered. No telephones, no laptops just a lot of really amazing food and wine for one blissful week. The drive there was calm and uneventful. We had my new best friend with us to help navigate the way Tom Tom. This makes things considerably easier on ones life and marriage especially when your husband actually listens to the nice lady :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we woke the children early Friday morning to load them into the car, they both protested by immediately falling right back to sleep for at least 2 of the four hour trip. Once we arrived, we were greeted as old friends into this lovely home. They had stocked our fridge for us with all the essentials like butter, ham, eggs, cheese all from the butcher down the street, a loaf of bread a few bottles of the local wine. They had this huge courtyard with great big old pine trees where Ron and I spent most of our time, napping, reading eating and a little drinking too. The children were with us for the most part, but as the grounds were surrounded by a huge wall and gates, we sometimes did not see them for a few hours at a time and the weird thing was, neither of us worried too much. (See photo of Jack with black eye in next blog).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats all for now - not very exciting I know. Here are a few photos of the villa and surrounding areas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signing off for today,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WiseMona&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-324662552276277000?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/324662552276277000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=324662552276277000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/324662552276277000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/324662552276277000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-italia-part-1-traveling-in-europe.html' title='Viva Italia (Part 1) Traveling in Europe with Kids'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI2XFROIm7I/AAAAAAAAACY/z4ikmr4tYQc/s72-c/Lunch+on+the+terrace+at+Villa+Mimma+Italy+2008+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-4495103742800355666</id><published>2008-07-07T23:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:30:46.617+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zurich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Oh say can you see....................Starbucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI3CCZQxTNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZxoicFuPGSY/s1600-h/Rory+Belle+4th+July+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228048088843766994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI3CCZQxTNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZxoicFuPGSY/s320/Rory+Belle+4th+July+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello fellow food lovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awoken early on July 4th to one of my most favorite sounds. It was the sound of a 5 year old girl tumbling out of her bunk bed and tiptoeing into my room ever so careful, to make sure she did not wake the 'stinky boys'. She leans over my face and whispers those words only a mother like me loves to hear ' mom, wanna sneak out to Starbucks?'...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catapult out of bed (quietly) and together we sneak out for our 'girl time'. As luck would have it, Zurich has a few Starbucks dotted around the city (14 stores I think). Ironically, there just happens to be one less than a block from our front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first few months it took me by surprise that Starbucks can thrive in a city like this (main competitor is Nespresso &lt;a href="http://www.nespresso.com/"&gt;http://www.nespresso.com/&lt;/a&gt; because everywhere you go - and I do mean everywhere, serves up the most amazing delicious coffee. They grind the beans, they foam the milk, they warm your cup. &lt;em&gt;OK, the service leaves a little to be desired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this weeks big news I have been wondering if we, on this side of the pond, are going to see a reduction in the number of stores or has Starbucks expanded a little 'smarter and slower' across the European continent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have been living here almost a year now, I have come to understand 'what' Starbucks is to locals. It is a gathering place. It is the place (with universal branding) you can say to anyone in the City or outskirts, 'lets meet at Starbucks on Bahnhof Strasse'. No need to give directions, or explain how to find it. They treat you exactly the same way here as they do in the US. Coffee is great, service is friendly and they do not bother you if you are sitting there all day tapping into their very generous free WiFi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my little girl and I spent a lazy 4th of July morning basking in the early morning Zurich sun, drinking coffee and talking about American politics and her new school.&lt;br /&gt;She ate a sprinkle donut to show her patriotism, but switched 1/2 way through to the 'Berliner' pastry we had bought for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplest things in life like a coffee at Starbucks will evoke memories for both of us for a very long time to come and I sure am glad that when little Rory summons me to drag my weary bones out of bed for some one on one time with her at our local coffee house, that they only word I know is &lt;u&gt;absolutely!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WiseMona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-4495103742800355666?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/4495103742800355666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=4495103742800355666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/4495103742800355666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/4495103742800355666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-say-can-you-seestarbucks.html' title='Oh say can you see....................Starbucks!'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SI3CCZQxTNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZxoicFuPGSY/s72-c/Rory+Belle+4th+July+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-86494806355736917</id><published>2008-07-03T21:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:06:47.492+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA Citizenship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recession'/><title type='text'>Throw down that gauntlet!</title><content type='html'>Lucky Me! I have some really great girlfriends. What makes us so unique is that we are polar opposites. One can only imagine what this leads to during an election year. OK, I am at a disadvantage right now because there happens to be more than 3,000 miles between me and my girls but with the magic of email, one of my dear friends knowingly tossed the gauntlet right into the flames today with an email she sent to a select few sharing how 'wonderful' Senators McCain's wife is. For me - carrying a brand new US passport and also quite liberal, I will carefully read this information and asses if I want to store it for judgement day (or not). Some of the others will react by throwing their laptops into the pool rather than assess the commentary, and the rest of the girls will open a nice bottle of wine, sit back and watch the fireworks! That my friends, is what makes this so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my first year having the privilege to vote for a US president. I plan to enjoy this presidential election (albeit across the pond) to the nth degree because I have been lucky enough to befriend some of the most passionate and politically charged women in America (and Canada).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only regret is that Hilary did not hang in there and make it THREE to choose from. Now that would have been reason to fly 'home' to my girls in November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion I think we have already won, because we have each other. As far as the election goes.......... WE ALL WANT THE SAME THING!&lt;br /&gt;A country that is economically thriving, a country that is not at war, safe neighborhoods and excellent schools for our children and grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;What we all have (and what bonds us) is love and wisdom. My friends have selflessly shared their wisdom with me from the moment I befriended them. They have taught me that the best means achieve the best ends. Every day we have to make decisions in our personal, financial, family, work, and community lives and even though we can do it alone, I am humbled by the fact that I always have those wisdom sharing friends of mine just a 'send' button away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned..................only 4 1/2 months to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WiseMona&lt;br /&gt;(PS -I love you girls)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-86494806355736917?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/86494806355736917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=86494806355736917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/86494806355736917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/86494806355736917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/07/throw-down-that-gauntlet.html' title='Throw down that gauntlet!'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-623826610544709397</id><published>2008-06-30T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:39:40.050+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reason to love Zurich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Switzerland Sunshine'/><title type='text'>Cleansing the City</title><content type='html'>Ole Ole Ole Ole, Thank Goodness the Euro is over! OK, even I got sucked into watching the last few games and actually will freely admit I enjoyed it. However, our beautiful city has been under siege for almost a month now and as we fought our way through the crowd yesterday trying to go for a bike ride along the lake, I could not wait until 6am this morning!&lt;br /&gt;Why, you might ask would I be so very excited about 6am any morning? For starters, I am a morning kind of girl. And recently I have started to get up a little earlier than normal to make a half hearted attempt to jog (ahem, OK walk really fast) along the lake. The solitude this body of water offers me during the early hours as the new day dawns is almost a little intoxicating.&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, late last night there was a torrential downpour and as I trudged through the cobblestone pathways this morning I felt so lucky to be living in this truly gorgeous city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wee hours of the night, the city of Zurich has a clean up crew that literally come in directly after and event closes and they put everything back to normal before daybreak.&lt;br /&gt;This morning there was a fleet (at least 15) street sweepers all lined up along the lake getting ready to cause pure havoc with rush hour traffic. Here it is more like rush hour traf....... because if you are in traffic for more than 4 minutes people think they are stuck in the worst traffic of their lives!&lt;br /&gt;So a sweeping they did go, and a little later after Ron and I dropped the kids of at Spielgruppen &lt;em&gt;(play group supervised by others so Mum and Dad have a sanity check up)&lt;/em&gt; and rambled along the lake making our way back home - we sensed that lovely clean feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why some people like Switzerland. It is one of the reasons I love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, it is not all a bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigining off for today,&lt;br /&gt;WiseMona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-623826610544709397?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/623826610544709397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=623826610544709397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/623826610544709397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/623826610544709397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/06/cleansing-city.html' title='Cleansing the City'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-6690584900775067775</id><published>2008-06-28T22:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:36:45.548+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edamame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swiss Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health Food'/><title type='text'>Edamame</title><content type='html'>Why is it I have been living in Switzerland for almost 8 months and that is how long it has taken me to find a bag of frozen Edamame? We stopped by a New Asian Market (NAM) on Feldstrasse today as our babysitter told us it was great (and it was). We found some gorgeous iridescent pink/orange tilapia, some really plump yellow tail and a bag of edamame.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it looked like it has been in the freezer for a year and tasted ok, but nothing like the bags of edamame (Costco) we ate daily back in the US. Is it possible that the US is ahead of the health food curve. Why has this tasty treat not hit the european continent yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coop City offers a little lunch box of edamame and beansprouts with a decent sesame salad dressing. I have been known to go through phases of 'can't live without it' but truthfully, it is just ok, and I miss my furry little bean snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, cherry pie (from cherries bought a jucker farm yesterday) tasted pretty darn good. This chef of mine can work miracles with food that has marginal flavor. What a lucky girl am I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WiseMona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-6690584900775067775?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/6690584900775067775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=6690584900775067775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/6690584900775067775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/6690584900775067775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/06/edamame.html' title='Edamame'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-8827431105413908640</id><published>2008-06-27T21:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:13:50.920+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foodies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swiss Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living in Switzerland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flavour'/><title type='text'>How do you feel about Swiss Food?</title><content type='html'>Hello Fellow Food Lovers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we ventured out in the Zürcher Oberland. We went to a really lovely family run farm &lt;a href="http://www.juckerfarmart.ch/"&gt;http://www.juckerfarmart.ch/&lt;/a&gt; in Seegräben about 30 minutes east of Zürich city. This little gem was recommended to us by one of the expat mums at the quartier treffe in Enge. It is a 'selber pflücken' fruit farm. For those of you still brushing up on your German it is a 'pick your own' fruit farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded us so much of Farmer Johns place &lt;a href="http://www.branstratorfarm.com/"&gt;http://www.branstratorfarm.com/&lt;/a&gt;which made me pause for a few minutes to recall the sweet sweet syrupy taste of that first strawberry of the season and of course his 'Incredible' corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went a picking. We had the choice to pick lovely plump cherries and racy red strawberries. The farm is laid out very nicely with fruit trees and the occasional trampoline for the wayward children we tote along. As we licked our fingers whilst picking the cherries I thought to myself that these shockingly ruby/black berries (grown on this amazing farm) were a tribute of what 'farm to fork' is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lazily rambled on to the strawberry patch and I daydreamed of the days when we would scramble around Farmer Johns place searching for the nicest plumpest berry, savoring each sweet moment as the berries went from lips to tummy knowing this season only lasts for a millisecond each spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was jolted back to reality when my grubby little son squealed like a stuck pig from the fence surrounding 'strawberry land'. He had greedily stuck his fat little toddler hand through the fence 'reaching for gold'. After grabbing a hand full of the precious red gems and smearing most of them all over his clothes and face, he had spared one for me. I closed my eyes and tasted the perfectly ripe berry.  There is only one word for it (here is Switzerland) Köstlich. (Delicious).&lt;br /&gt;We picked a punnet and headed back to the barn where we had some ice cold beer, a loaf of warm crusty bread and a plate of very local 'farm' cheese and cold meat and spent a very lazy Sunday afternoon basking in the Swiss sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an ongoing 'flavour debate' we have engaged in since we landed several months ago.&lt;br /&gt;Ron, being the one that holds the experienced (and expert) palate maintains the Swiss grow the best carrots he has ever tasted. The carrots have not overwhelmed me since we arrived here but of course I do trust the taste buds of Chef Wise. I popped back into the barn store and bought a small bunch of dirty freshly picked (Swiss) carrots and we did a taste test. They were petite, illuminous orange, crunchy and quite tasty. Ron is still drooling over them. So, root veggies may be getting what they need from the soil and perhaps a few more hours of sunshine would help bump the fruit to that next level of flavor nirvana that we still crave from back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swiss are known for using &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;only the best&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; products when it comes to cooking. It is true. Every store you go to and market you stroll through, you see locally grown or raised, bio (organic for all you foreigners), free range, grass fed - on every label!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food here is kind of like its people, and they are perfectionists. Not an once of fat on the most carefully selected veal chop, not a blemish on the local and very seasonal fruits and veggies and everything tastes great. However, I am still more than thankful to have my own personal chef traveling by my side for all our edible adventuring. He makes the 'amazing' out of what most think is ordinary.  Lucky girl, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WiseMona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-8827431105413908640?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/8827431105413908640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=8827431105413908640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/8827431105413908640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/8827431105413908640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/06/tasteless-swiss-food.html' title='How do you feel about Swiss Food?'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761227605914382278.post-4161077482821829044</id><published>2008-06-19T10:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:31:25.037+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Families in Zürich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living in Switzerland'/><title type='text'>Our life so far in lovely Switzerland</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been more than six months since we packed up the kids and moved lock, stock and barel from the good 'ole USA to breathtakingly gorgeous Switzerland. I have been working since December 3rd 2007 for a very large firm (to remain nameless at this time) and will be posting a few more blogs on that subject over the next few months. The children (Rory &amp;amp; Jack) have settled in really well, mostly due to the fact that darling husband Ron made the sacrifice to be a stay at home Dad. So, for the last few months, I have been working long hours and seeing very little of my family. For those of you reading this that know me, you are probably shaking your head saying 'how &amp;amp; why' considering or former life was the complete opposite, and for those of you that just stumbled upon this blog you are probably wondering what is so different about one parent (or both) working and your kids being in daycare all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adjustment for Ron &amp;amp; I has been OK. I cannot say either of us are happy with our current life here in Zürich, but we tolerate it. This is just the introduction to who we are, who we were before we moved to Switzerland and who we hopefully will be once we 'settle' here and eventually feel like we are 'home'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we?&lt;br /&gt;Ron &amp;amp; Mona. Happy couple. Together for 14+ years now. Ron (US born but carries dual citizenship (Irish/US) because he married a lovely Irish girl :-)), went to Culinary Institute NYC and has had a very successful career for the lat 25 yrs as an excellent chef. His creative style and dedication to working with local farmers (even growing his own) has earned him credit and recognition throughout the US and Canada and it all paid off when we were able to open our own restaurant in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;Me - the lovely Irish girl that he married, went to the US in 1994 and fell head over heels in love with him. I worked for 9 years as a wedding/event planner in conjunction with the city park system and let me tell you, it was the most amazing job a girl could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally deciding to tie the knot (in lovely Canadian Wine Country, 2000) we started the search for a restaurant. We both loved our jobs but knew Ron needed to do his own thing.&lt;br /&gt;We also decided to think about starting a family and as we knew we had fertility challenges we naturally and quickly opted for adoption. (I say naturally because of my upbringing where my parents (both teachers) fostered many many babies over the course of my childhood and teenage years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, Rory Belle (now aged 5 going on 15) arrived home in August 2003 only 5 weeks old and we opened Rondo's Restaurant September 30th, 2003. The nice thing was she slept in a bassinet under the bar for the first 6 months and due to her exposure to Ron's cooking, has the most amazing palate today at the age of 5. Ron did a blind cheese tasting with her recently and she could name 6 out of 7 cheeses............(I just ate them, did not care about the names).&lt;br /&gt;Little Jack arrived a little more than 2 years later and that is a whole other story. (see separate blogs on the kids/adoption).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had little chance to return to Europe during the four years operating the restaurant and having both kids, but with the encouragement of my younger brother Shane and his lovely Swiss wife Sylvia, they convinced us to visit last May 2007. That started the snowball of questions as to if and when we would finally take the plunge to move 'back' to Europe. 6 months later............our new address - Zürich city just a block from the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the brief description of where we came from, a glimpse into who we are.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few months I will describe in careful detail more of the who, the what, the how and the what will we do next!....................of the SwissFamilyWise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading,&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WiseMona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761227605914382278-4161077482821829044?l=swissfamilywise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/feeds/4161077482821829044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6761227605914382278&amp;postID=4161077482821829044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/4161077482821829044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761227605914382278/posts/default/4161077482821829044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swissfamilywise.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-life-so-far-in-lovely-switzerland.html' title='Our life so far in lovely Switzerland'/><author><name>WiseMóna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCpmMVHsWoU/SGYcOYF9j_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WdqIA3kjrCA/S220/B+W+Headshot+DSC3111+5x7+copybw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
