Colledimezzo – San Buono – Celenza

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Colledimezzo, San Buono and Celenza are names I’d never heard until a couple of weeks ago when I started my property search in Abruzzo.

For the last seven or eight years I’ve told folks , we’re going to retire to Italy, but I’d always wondered if it were just a pipe dream. Now, here I am on Friday August 18th 2018, case packed, property viewings booked, trying to make our pipe dream come true. I’m not looking for a big expensive villa, but a nice home, with a beautiful view, and enough room to have friends and family come and stay.

I’m sixty, if I don’t do it now I never will.

My Bags are Packed AGAIN!

Three weeks ago my bags were packed for my Italian vacation. Now they’re packed for my Italian house hunt. Abruzzo here I come!

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The Last Adventure

“Ahh Thompason”

I love the Italian folk. I’d been trying to reserve a room in the Colledimezzo area so I could meet with my realtor and view some properties. Not many hotels, or B&B’s in rural Abruzzo. I’m sure everyone knows each other in those small towns and villages. Finally, after no luck with bookings, I called a hotel in Atessa.

“I’m looking for two rooms on August…..”

“Ahhh Thompason”

News travels fast. “We ave the rooms, no problem”

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And so I’m all set. Flights booked, hotels booked, property viewings booked. I’m hoping that by the end of August I’ll be well on the way to buying my retirement home in Abruzzo. Our last adventure.

Life Begins at 60 – In ITALY

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Ever since I moved to the USA in 1995, I’ve been labelled the CRAZY BRIT. It’s alright, I’d rather be crazy than boring! Folks thought I was crazy for moving from England to the US. I thought it was quite a pleasant adventure. I enjoyed it. Now my next adventure is about to start.

I’ve been obsessed with Italy for as long as I can remember. I travel there as often as I can. The last trip made me long to live there so much that now, a little over a week after my return, I’m going back again. This time to buy a home in Abruzzo. Wish me luck!

Home Sweet Home

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No it’s not the rolling hills of Tuscany, just the modest sunset from my deck in Franktown. Yes, I love my home. It’s Colorado, not Italy, but my views are spectacular and I don’t want to give it up. Instead I’ll find a way to split my time between the two. My property search has begun. Maybe an apartment overlooking the Adriatic, or a small cottage in a friendly village. Where there’s a will theres a way! You have to admit a life split between Colorado and Italy would be pretty perfect.

It’s more than just a dream.

Try my other blog Stop Talking to Me if you have time. I post short stories and longer ones in installments. I just can’t stop writing.

A Home in Italy? I hope so!

My first memory  wasn’t pleasant, it was of a nasty, mean, miserable, violent man, my dad. Luckily I only had to endure him until I was four years old. The memory however, is etched in my brain. I’d say ‘God Rest his Soul’, but I don’t mean it!

My second memory is Italy. I didn’t actually venture to that magical country until I was fifteen, but I dreamed of it from an early age. I think I was five years old when I became obsessed with Italy. I’m not even sure why. The man who drove the ice cream van that came to our village was Italian, and very nice to me. My mum’s hairstylist was Italian, Pietro, he was very handsome, and kind. I loved the movie ‘Roman Holiday’ (who didn’t?), but honestly, I don’t know where my obsession with Italy started.

I finally made my first trip to Rimini with my mum and my crazy Aunt Jennie in 1972, I was hooked. I returned every year for the next four years. I couldn’t get enough of the place. It touched my soul. In 1977 I was married and pretty soon had my husband hooked too. Italian cars, Italian wine, Italian food, Italian shoes, Italian Football.

Rimini, Lido de Jesolo, Verona, Garda, Venice, Murano, Burano, San Marino, San Leo, I loved them all. In 2010, when I visited Rome, my obsession reached a whole new level. The history in Rome is overwhelming, the piazzas and cobbled streets, restaurants, and of course, the people!

This year I spent three weeks in Italy, it changed my life. I visited Roma, Milano, Lake Garda, Siena, Montepulciano, Ravello, Positano, Amalfi, Minori and made an unplanned and surprising trip to Anguillara Sabazia on Lake Bracciano, just outside Rome. My husband was even more smitten than me. He’s a man of action and is now planning purchasing a second home there, with a view to living there when we eventually retire.

I thinks its more than just a pipe dream. Maybe we’ll make a few more trips over the next few years, to find the perfect place, but it looks like my Italian dream may one day become my Italian lifestyle. I hope so!

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