You have heard me talk Italia before, have you not? Of my dreams and hopes. My inbuilt desire to be there since I was an early teen. It drove a love for espresso coffee and for wine and all things fabulous and antipasto. I really didn’t even know {and still don’t, let’s face it} if these things are essentially Italian in nature. But for my mind, they are interconnected, intertwined. Locked. So after years and years of dreaming Italy. Googling and watching sun bathed romantic comedies {I am looking at you Diane Lane} I am sick and tired of waiting.
And so. I am going. Next year. Hubby too. If the coast is clear for us to go. You see, it will not be the usual Aussie adventure tour through Italy. Oh no. I am going to be housed with the Renovating Italy crew. Friends I met a mere 18 months ago Sam and Lisa have hearts of true generosity and love. When they mentioned their plans to me way back when, I immediately went all starry eyed and said, I’m going to come. And they said, yes, you should, we’ll need to extra hands. And so I decided then, I was going.
And then that awkward, did they really mean for me to go or were they being polite thing set in. And so I fronted Sam and said, you really shouldn’t have said that, because I am deadly serious. And he said, so were we. {Come to think of it, I don’t think I said deadly serious but something along those lines} And so it was on. Plans have been progressing and they are just about to purchase a property.
And my plans? Well I will let them get settled {and get plumbing, if necessary} and Hubby and I will join them after peak tourist season. We will say and work with them, if it suits, otherwise near by. And then there is an opportunity to get shown around by a real, live Italian. And I will eat and drink and eat some more. I will view the sites in whatever nearby towns there ends up being. Heck, I might even get brave and venture into the cities of Roma, Nepali, Florence, Venice… Mostly I will revel in my dreams becoming to reality.
I want to be able to stay for a few months. It will take selling off the houses. We may come back with not much more than we had when we started out our life together. But so much more, don’t you think. A lifetime of memories. And the money, well there is plenty of life left to replace it. And for once in my life I don’t feel the drive to be anywhere other than right where I am. There is no drive shoving me firmly in the back to keep moving, keep moving. I want things. But I am not driven by them.
So there you go a bit of an insight into what my plans are. They are vague. Definitely. There are still so many little duckies to line up. But am I going? Without a doubt. I will sell my car if I have to. I will go on my own, if I need to. I would almost, almost cart my belongings in a backpack if I had to. Almost. Ha! Stay tuned, more details as they arise.
Photos from Renovating Italy from their last project. You can follow the journey too, and you never know, you might just see me pop up there one day, uninvited of course. Find them on facebook or at their NEW {kinda under construction and lovely none the less} blog.
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