Living the Dream

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A year ago we were on our way back from an Italian vacation with thoughts of buying a very expensive house on the Amalfi Coast. A beautiful tumble-down house that needed a lot of work. It was a great dream, but would have made us broke. However, it made us determined to find a house we could afford. I searched long and hard and found Abruzzo. I was captivated by its beauty, its reasonable property prices (and its lack of tourism). So captivated that by the end of August 2017 I was on my way back to Italy to find my retirement home.

I remember the first time I walked through this door into the kitchen area of the Old Olive Mill in Colledimezzo. Without even seeing the rest of the house I knew it was the one! My daughter was with me and she felt the same.

Now, less than a year later, this house is ours. We’ve been back a couple of times, but not able to stay there because there was work to be done. A kitchen to build, a boiler and radiators to put in, and of course furniture to buy, but now its ready. When we fly out in October, we can make it our home.

Having a dream is great, but living that dream is much, much better!

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Coronation Street

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Seriously ITV, is this the best you can do? Coronation street has become and abysmal predictable, depressing show. I’m 61 years old and have been watching Coronation Street since I was a child, most likely since the very first episode. Ena Sharples, Minnie Caldwell, Albert Tatlock!!!! Elsie Tanner (Swinging Dodgy). I’ve sympathized with Hilda Ogden. Laughed with Eddie Yates, Stan Ogden, Curly Watts, Jack and Vera Duckworth. It was ALWAYS a pleasure. Annie and Jack Walker, Bet Lynch! All of these people had personality.
Now, the enjoyable characters in the street are overshadowed by the nasty unlikable predictably awful folks. The unbearable Kayla, dear lord, who thought that one up? Most of the recent additions in the ill-fated street have personality or add value to the show.
Like many folks, after over fifty years, I picked up the remote and said ENOUGH! My husband gave a sigh of relief!
What will make me watch again? Hard to say but getting rid of Kayla, Peter Barlow, Tracy Barlow (in fact the whole damn Barlow Family) would be a great improvement. The show would be much better without sappy Toya, whining Maria and the terrible acting of Simon, the ridiculous broody teenager. Kevin doesn’t add much and for heavens sake can someone get him to wash. Also are folks in the Manchester area always that tanned?
A new plot would help, not sad repetitions of previous ones. Coronation is a like a very bad Groundhog day. Endless, mindless and depressing.

The Old Olive Mill in Colledimezzo

An old stone building in a quaint old village. From the moment I set eyes on it, I knew it was special. A building that had been restored with loving care. In years gone by, it produced olive oil. From now on, it’s going to produce happiness and lots of laughter.

It’s my new home in Italy and I can’t wait to share it with friends and family.

The Old Olive Mill in Colledimezzo!

David Bowie’s Tribute to John Lennon

Imagine if guns weren’t so accessible!

We’s still have John Lennon.

RIP David Bowie. The world misses you!

The Day of Rest

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I’m sure my schedule is much the same as yours. On weekdays I rise and shine at 5:30 and work out. Then do a few chores before setting off to work for eight o clock.
On the way home from work I run errands, then maybe a few more chores when I get home. An evening walk is usually on the schedule too. At around 7:30 or 8:00 pm (if I’m lucky). I sit down and relax.

Saturday and Sunday aren’t much better. Why do we do this to ourselves? Today I woke up and mentally listed what I needed to do. Immediately I became stressed.

So instead, I made myself some coffee and asked myself how I’d like to spend the day! These are the answer’s I came up with.
I’d like to:
Work on my current short story (The Engineer)
Make some cookies
Meet my daughter for Happy Hour
Have another cup of coffee and…relax.

I believe someone much more important than me decreed Sunday be a day of rest.

Rome

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In 2010 I went to Rome for the very first time. I’d been to Italy many times but never Rome. This was the view from my hotel, the Marriott Grand Flora, at the top of Via Veneto.
I was hooked as soon as my feet touched the ground. The smell, the chatter, the atmosphere.
I remember standing on the banks of the Tiber with Castel Sant’angelo behind me, looking across the bridge towards the city, gasping for breath. It was almost too much to take in. I couldn’t even lift my arms to take a photo. I glanced at my husband, who stood next to me, and saw he felt it too.

Rome isn’t just a trip, it’s an experience, its something you feel.

 

Relaxation – the Illusive Pleasure

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Why do I find it so difficult to relax? My brain doesn’t switch off. I worry about dinner at Christmas (six months ahead). I worry about shopping and buying furniture during my next trip to Italy (three months ahead). I worry about what I said last week to my boss (can’t change it now).

Does this happen to everyone? Anyone got a solution?

 

Trabocchi Coast – Beautiful Adriatic

UNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_3997When I need a zen moment I remember August 2017 and my first visit to Abruzzo. A visit of discovery. I immediately fell in love with the place. Why did it take so long to find? Good things are worth waiting for!

Abruzzo – Italy at its best!

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Can’t wait to call this place my home.

I’m enjoying a lovely Colorado day. Catching up with my blogs and trying to finish the last short story in my current book, but my mind wanders off the to the dramatic unspoiled beauty of Abruzzo.

Own This Life!

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When the sun goes down on your life do you want to say you just lived it? Or do you want to say you really lived it! Do you want to say you OWNED IT?

Looking back at my life, I’m pretty happy. It wasn’t perfect, but I have an amazing daughter, quirky husband, a job I really enjoy and a great future ahead of me when I retire to Abruzzo. I’m not rich and worked hard for everything I have, but I always had something to work for. We moved from England to the US in 1995. I changed my career (by accident). We travelled as much as our money would allow.

This old girl writes, laughs, loves and cries. She didn’t just live her life, she took control and owned it.

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