Sleepy Little Village

I’m trying to take life slowly. Forcing myself to not rush to get chores done. I have all the time in the world, but it’s quite an adjustment.
This morning I didn’t open my eyes until after seven, and then laid in bed until the clock chimed 7:15. A good time to rise.
My brain reminded me of my morning stretch routine, so I obeyed. Then upstairs to make a Cappuccino in the temperamental Smeg coffee maker. Came out perfectly. I sat on the kitchen deck and enjoyed my morning coffee. The sleepy little village had not yet come to life. No cars, no people, just the sunrise, the hillside and me.
What next?
A trip to San Vito on the coast, a pleasant walk and lunch in one of the local seafood restaurants.
It’s a hard life!!!

Retirement Plans and Porchetta

Have you ever tasted porchetta?

Today didn’t quite go as planned (again). The church bells chimed as I opened my eyes, letting me know it was 7:15. Lovely to sleep so long, but unfamiliar to me!
By the time we’d eaten breakfast, and I’d taken care of a couple of chores, it was 10:00 am.
Time for a cappuccino in the square, followed by a walk.
The cappuccino was glorious, sitting in the sunshine surrounded by soft musical Italian chatter, what could be better? Our good friend Nino came by and presented our bill for water and commune services, that he’d picked up for us. What would we do without him? We decided to pop into the post office and pay it before we walked. Thats when the plans went awry.
Due to COVID, only two folks can enter the post office at one time (social distancing is a good thing), and there was already a queue.
The meat van was parked across the road and the aroma of rotisserie chicken, porchetta and arrosticini was very persuasive. The longer we waited, the harder it was to resist. After paying the our bill in the post office, we tried to ignore the aromas and walk past the van, but to no avail. Before we could stop ourselves, we’d ordered porchetta, our mouths watering as we watched the delicious meat taken out of the rotisserie.
Maybe I should stop planning and just go with the flow!
Will I be able to resist the wood fired pizza van tonight??? Stay tuned and I’ll let you know.

The Italian Retirement Groove

Beautiful photo, I don’t tire of the Adriatic. It’s deep turquoise waters hypnotize me. Yesterday we took a stroll along the bike path in Fossacesia before lunching at a lovely fish restaurant “Il Pescatore”. We ate outside, which makes me feel much safer in these awful COVID times, but we were entertained by music and singing that spilled out to us. Inside a party of folks had something to celebrate, and as we’ve discovered, every Italian can sing…
I think I’m now used to the fact I’m here to stay. Instead of rushing around to get that floor lamp I need, I can take my time. I don’t have a flight booked, no deadline or timeframe. My time is my own!
It’s now 10:45 on a Sunday morning. The church bells are chiming, reminding everyone to stop what they’re doing and step into the beautiful church.
Happy chatter as they pass by in their Sunday best!
What am I doing? Sitting in the kitchen catching up on correspondence, and blogging. I have a loaf in the oven, lunch plans in my head, and no real rush to do anything.

14 Days

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Counting the days until I sit in this little piazza in a tiny village in Abruzzo. Can’t wait to enjoy a cappuccino in the bar after my morning walk. This little village that will be my forever home. I’m longing to see it again and see the folks who live there. No cheek kissing for a while, but I’ll still feel their warmth as they welcome me back to stay.
My worldly possessions and treasures are there, including my husband. He quarantined for a week after his long journey from Colorado, then took a COVID test and yes…it was negative. Today he ventured out with friends and bought a car. It’s all becoming real.
In 14 days I’ll follow him. The same ugly route with two plane changes because flights from the US to Italy are few and far between right now.

14 days and counting!

Evening Calm

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One of the great things about today was I actually needed to set my alarm to wake me up at 7:00 am! That may sound nothing to most of you, but I normally rise and shine at 5:15, so actually sleeping to 7:00 am is quite an achievement.
We spent a beautiful day on a pontoon boat on a Grand Lake in the Rocky Mountains. It was a perfect, sunny beautiful day. Everyone laughed and talked, drank a little wine, shared stories. If only life were always so relaxed and simple.
Now, I’m sitting on the patio of a great rental home in Fraser watching the world fall asleep.
Life is good

Shedding my Stress

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The last six weeks have been incredibly stressful. Making an International move during a pandemic isn’t the easiest thing to do.
On Friday July 31st, we left our home of 22 years for the very last time. It was no longer a home, just a house, an empty shell. The lovely couple who bought it will make it their home now. They were excited and full of plans and ideas…all I have now are memories.
Exhausted, and still stressed, we checked into the airport hotel. After a “bon voyage” dinner with my daughter and son in law, we had an early night. My husband’s flight was at 6:30 the following morning. A flight to Rome that filled us with trepidation. Fear of catching COVID on the way. Fear of being refused entry to Italy, even though we’re residents…so much fear.
Still trying to relax, I headed up to the Rocky Mountains with my daughter, son in law, and their pups (Queen Tess and Fendi).
We drank wine, had some good food and watched lovely sunsets, but I couldn’t relax until I knew my husband had arrived safely in Abruzzo.
Finally, yesterday morning, my cell phone rang and the number displayed was “Lester Italian”.
“I’m in Pescara, I made it.”
Pescara was the last leg of his journey before he picked up the rental car and drove to our home in Colledimezzo. Now he must quarantine, and then be tested for COVID, but I’m not worried about that so much. My gut tells me he’s okay!
Now, in the heart of the Rocky Mountains, I can finally shed my stress and count the days until I join him.

Bundle of Cuteness

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I was miserable yesterday. It rained and stormed all day. Oppressive! Made me sad!
I texted my daughter to ask he how her day was going and she responded with a photo…it’s Queen Tess! Made me smile! Also made me remember I’ve been distracted from the Children’s story I’m writing about this bundle of cuteness.

Just Let me Fly

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To my friends my retirement plans appear to have gone smoothly. Things just fell into place!
They weren’t back stage watching me manage contractors across the Atlantic. Rising at 5:00 am, translating emails, working with furniture stores, banks, Realtors and trying to understand how to get things done the Italian way.
Luckily for me, the folks in our new village are wonderful, kind, helpful people. We couldn’t have done this without them.
“Oh things have gone so easily for you”
NO! It has taken perseverance.
Now we’re in the final chapter. House sold, furniture donated or sold. This final piece of the puzzle should have been easy. Book a flight and “hey presto” we’re on our way to Italy!!!
Not quite! Thank you Mr. Trump, for not being a great leader, actually for not being a leader at all.
Thank you for making Americans unwelcome in Europe! Luckily for us we have Italian residency and UK passports, but getting a flight from the US to Italy is almost impossible. We’ve had two cancelled already.
This isn’t the fault of Delta Airlines, who have been outstanding and helped us through this mess. I rebooked my flight for the third time yesterday, thanks to the great travel agents at American Express. They went above and beyond to help me. Lets hope the third time is a charm.
It isn’t COVID 19 that is bringing the USA to its knees. It is the way it is being handled, or should I say, not handled. Please Mr. Trump, in your last few months as President, show some compassion and decency to the folks of country you promised to “make great again.”

Sleepy Village

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Days are slipping away. I sit sipping my cappuccino and reflecting on my life. We are soon to leave our Colorado home of over 20 years. Actually it’s not even ours anymore, we’re tenants now, until we move out on August 1st. The house is sold to a wonderful couple who fell in love with it, just the way we did all those years ago. Every window has a view, mountains, trees, deer, sunsets. I know they’ll while away the evenings on the deck, watching the sunset, listening to the silence of dusk after the birds decide to slumber.
I’ve never tired of this house, or the view, but I have grown tired of the busy American lifestyle. I love my job, and the folks I work with. I’ll miss my friends, but the years seem to be flying by. Wish my daughter was moving with me, but she’ll visit. I’m ready to take life at a slower pace in a sleepy little village called Colledimezzo!

Having a Misty Moment

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I woke up this morning with anxiety! It’s June 20th.
In less than two months I’ll walk through the front door of my home for the last time.  My home of over 20 years! In  less than three months I’ll leave my job and board a plane, leaving the country I’ve lived in for over 25 years.
Can’t deny my blood pressure and stress level are pretty high right now.
I’ve done this before, why is it so stressful this time?
Maybe because I’m retiring too!
Also because my daughter will not be coming with me. She’s grown up and married with a life of her own. She’ll aways need me, I’m her mum, but I’ll always be there for her. It will just take me a little longer to be by her side.
This old house is empty.
My treasures, the things I can’t live without, are on a ship bound for Naples.
My memories are in my heart.
My daughter will visit and enjoy her new retreat in the beautiful green countryside of Abruzzo.
I’m just having a misty moment.
It will pass.

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