There are of course many reasons that inspire dreams of moving to Italy. This is the country that has given us Gelati, Michaelangelo, talking with our hands, Bocelli, and twirling the pasta on the fork. Passion, drama, history and a place to dream about.
Even my friends who have never been there have a picture in mind of lazy afternoons, hot sun, a bottle of vino, crusty bread, cheese and olives, in a field of sunflowers….. idealic yes but possible!
My husband Salvatore never wanted to visit his homeland. He was always dreaming of Asia, Italy held no appeal. That was until he stepped out of the airport straight into the hustle and bustle of Torino Airport…from that moment he was Italiano! Literally changing before my eyes from Sam to Salvatore…. switching straight into Italian as if he’d lived there all his life.
So what does my italian dream look like… it has many parts. First and closest to my heart are of course our children and the chance for them to live their heritage.
The Italian dream for Our Children
I see our daughter Carina hair swinging, eyes sparkling with mischief, completely carefree. Talking non stop in Italian and English, running through the alleys in Veravo with her posse of friends. Discovering her fashion sense. Digging in the orto with Papa, bringing in baskets of fresh vegetales ready to cook for dinner. Milking the goats, making cheese, making friends with the local kids and staying in touch with her Aussie friends online. Experiencing her first white christmas.
I see our little boy Luca finding his feet, sturdy long legs clambering up the terraces to bring me back treasures he finds in the garden. Relaxed and tanned from the time outdoors. Playing hide and seek in the winding alleys around our house. Swimming in the ocean like a dolphin, breaking hearts. Bouncing with excitement at his first real castle…looking for dragons. Having his cheeks pinched and his hair ruffled by old ladies in pinafores. Discovering the Italian language, developing his artistic talents with painting, drawing and photography. Talking non stop to people who don’t speak English. Dripping his first Italian gelato….
Simple dreams I know.
there are others I will share with you another time, this dream is enough for now.
ciao lisa
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Dreams that will come true Lisa
Looks like it’s 99.9% certain for November Linda, sooooo excited!
ciao lisa
Oh,,,,,wonderful, wonderful. I love your dreams. Wish my kids were still little and they could have all that!
Hi Caterina, funny not everyone thinks we are doing the right thing for the kids. I know they will thrive where ever they are because they are loved so! How old are yours now? I have been told that the comments don’t let you comment back to me (can’t work out how to fix this). So please know I want to respond… ciao for now Lisa
that is such a great dream to have…..you make me want to move to Italy after reading what you want for your kids!
Thanks for sharing Great minds dream alike living la dolce vita!
Cheers
Lisa
Well there’s always time for Italy when you are done with Australia…. you’ll have a place to stay!! I know you have many such dreams for your boys….
ciao bella
Lisa x
You are an inspiring writer Lisa, I could see Carina digging in the orto and Luca’s cheeks getting pinched. It would have been wonderful to watch Sam transform into Salvatore! I have walked a village street in Castel del Piano in Tuscany, just like the one Carina is in with the produce out the front of the shop. Glass flagons of olive oil and a few fresh items from the orto for sale beside them. I am there in my mind’s eye. Thank goodness for dreams.
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Oh yes Jan thank goodness for our dreams. I am finding my feet with the writing and have just started working on a book arghhh! It is funny how we all transformed in some way when living in Italy. I can’t wait to see how the kids like it this time as they are so much older. sending love Lisa x