Being so far away from family as Christmas approaches is always hard, this is our third since leaving Australia and I'm feeling the Christmas Blues. I miss my mum, our traditions, family weddings, newborns, my girlfriends, and although mum and I Skype almost daily it's just not the same. I'd love to get home for Christmas. Another year […] Read More

Such a lot has been happening here in the Borgata since I posted last. A New Project - the Loft Rooms We have been keeping busy in the lead up to Christmas with work on the guest accommodation in the main house. Sam has been working non stop pulling out the old bread oven, creating […] Read More

christmas in italy

“Our Christmas in Italy has bought us unexpected gifts and moments to treasure" Lisa Chiodo Natale, or Christmas in Italy taught us many lessons this year. A peaceful Christmas, one without stress, with simple moments and even greater joy. The spirit of Christmas felt alive for me for the first time in many years. Not […] Read More

christmas in italy

"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas… perhaps… means a little bit more." Dr Seuss What started as a little idea one night whilst feeling homesick has traveled around the globe, then all the way back to a tiny home in the mountains of Northern Italy. Christmas in Italy has started with […] Read More

'You may have the Universe, if I may have Christmas in Italy' The arrival of our first Christmas card had me thinking as I lay in bed last night. How will I make this Christmas special for the kids, and all I could see was them opening cards like I did when I was a […] Read More

The greatest gift this Christmas has been taking time out  to really appreciate each moment. Family, friends and a trip to my hometown of Melbourne  recharged my soul. Ten days without any online time wasn't the wrench I thought it would be in fact quite the opposite. I found that really the gift of Christmas […] Read More

I am a Melbourne girl at heart, I grew up in the house my parents helped build in East Burwood. We lived at the bottom of a steep hill which was perfect for the numerous billy carts my brothers would build. It was also perfect after rainy weather as the crossroad outside our house would […] Read More