Saturday, 11 October 2014

From the city to the countryside.

It's been a very long time since my last post... Again, all I can say is that we have been very busy lately but I'm willing to get back on track with blogging. A quick look back at the past months:

In the end of June we left our flat in Genova that we had sold back in February. We rented a small house in the countryside and in that moment our urban life ended. Our dream (and plan) of living in the countryside finally came true. The house was situated on the hill, immersed in greenery, surrounded by olive groves and woods. It was a magic place, a huge change for us after of those years of living in big cities.

Casa Rossa, as we used to call our temporary home.

There were only few other people living there, mostly elder farmers who initially welcomed our presence with curiosity but then very quickly became our friends. Their friendliness and generosity was very touching and, again, something new for us. We felt a part of that small community from the very beginning. 

Countryside people are very generous. Every time I went to visit Signora R. she wouldn't let me leave without a bag full of treasures: vegetables from her garden, eggs from her hens, home made jams, tomato passata and limoncello.

In Casa Rossa we spent half of the summer that was pretty rainy this year.

Our everyday views.

And within one or two weeks of our new life, we found our dream house, a final destination in our journey from the city to the countryside. After few months of an intense search we slowly were losing our hopes and than it suddenly happened: we went to see a house without any expectations and we fell in love with it instantly. It had almost everything that we were looking for so we decided to put an offer. It was accepted and within a month we moved in (lucky us, as the procedures usually take much longer; the ex-owners were very flexible in our case though).


The house it's old, built in 1900 and has already gone through many changes and renovations. There are things that still need to be done but we love it even with its small imperfections.

And it's surrounded by breathtaking scenery: Ligurian hills and the sea in the distance.



A little corner of the world that we longed for and we can call our own, finally.

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Catching up...



I haven't been a very active blogger lately but I'm willing to undust this space a bit and bring it back to life. If I have anything to say in my defense it's that life has been pretty overwhelming as of late and I don't seem to be able to find a quiet moment to catch up with it. This month has been particularly overloaded with events, family celebrations, school activities, dealing with some personal issues, planning for a trip to Poland, preparing for a removal as we need to leave our flat to its new owners in the end of June and on the top of everything- our house search adventure continues. It's been a lot to deal with but we're slowly getting there (wherever it is that we are heading too ;-) ). 

Happy Wednesday!

(The photos are random, taken during our last trip to the sea last weekend)

Friday, 2 May 2014

...

These past few months have been up-and-down road for me and now I feel I'm speeding straight down with no brakes. Few days ago my beloved Grandad passed away and I still can't come to terms with his death. I wish I could say he died peacefully but I can't. It happened so suddenly and I simply feel shattered. The fact that I cannot be with my family in this difficult moment makes my heart ache even more. So many words I didn't say to him... I feel empty.
We told G. that he grew wings and flew to the sky and that now he lives in the clouds. "Isn't he cold out there?", she asked with concern. I hope he's not. I hope he's safe and warm and in peace.

Saturday, 12 April 2014

getting back on track

It's been a while since my last post... but I'm hoping to get back to more regular blogging. Last few weeks have been a bit overwhelming for us due to never-ending illness and other health issues. G.'s been sick on and off; at the moment she's stying at home with scarlet fever and I'm anxiously waiting for little F. to catch it from her (let's hope it won't happen). 


Meanwhile... the spring has blossomed and bloomed around us. Ligurian hills are so beautiful this time of year- covered with different shades of green, that very fresh, the very first green of the season. 

We've been on a house-hunting adventure since late February; we managed to sell our flat in Genoa and that gave us green light to change our dream into reality. It also means that we have to pack our belongings once again- it seems that for the past few years we've been living a sort of Nomadic life but we're really close to the the point where we will be able to unpack for longer (or so I hope).

So far house searching proofs to be a very exciting and at the same time very exhausting experience but I have a feeling we are just about to find a good place for our little family. Fingers crossed!

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Hello March!


I’m so glad that February is finally over. Every year it proves to be the ugliest, the coldest, the most dreadful month that brings nothing else but melancholy and sickness. This past February was especially unkind: cold and rainy and dark. We all got flu at the same time; having two sick kids at home is never fun but being sick yourself makes it ten times worse. I don’t think I’d ever been that sick before. The misery lasted for over two weeks; finally we got our strength back.

But March... Oh, March… it feels so much better already. It’s still cold, the trees are still bare and we are still in our winter jackets but I can already feel spring in the air. The season of awakening, my favourite. And this year, it’s going to be special. I just know it. 


Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Wintering.







January is almost gone and I don’t even know how that happened. The New Year started with a big bang, G. turning five, and then our days, previously filled with activities (settling in, catching up with family and friends, celebrating Christmas etc) suddenly became quieter, flat and flavourless. I switched myself into hibernation mode and I seem not to be able to wake up. It’s been raining a lot lately and it feels as the rhythm of rain is the rhythm of these January days: a bit melancholic and overwhelmingly monotonous...

Friday, 6 December 2013

Italy

I can't believe it's been almost a month since we moved to Italy. So far it feels a bit like being on holiday: we're visiting places, catching up with family and friends, eating lots of ice-cream, enjoying the sea, soaking up the sun. We still feel amazed by all the colors around us. I can't stop staring at perfectly blue sky, it's  so beautiful. I must admit, I feared a bit coming back to Genoa but every day that passes makes me feel we've done the right thing; the moment was right for us. And I guess I came with a different attitude and expectations which made this transition much easier.
And seeing kids' happy faces helps too.