So, the Italians have broken up for Summer and gone are my leisurely mornings and afternoons alone.Read More
I’m feeling like an total boss. An absolute champion.
Today, I mastered the market. It may have taken me over six weeks, but FINALLY it happened. It was such a smooth and seamless experience, I’d rank it up there with the time I graduated and the time I managed to convince my sister that soap was white chocolate.Read More
Last night G assiduously laid out all of her clothes for school today, an entire outfit made of pink (very strange sight as usually she doesn't even change out of her pyjama top for school), asked me to wake her up at 7.30am (instead of usual ten mins before bus arrives) and brushed her hair (something I have never seen her do before).Read More
Have been on weather patrol for last five days (Italian Riviera has been submerged in near biblical heights of water recently) so as soon as I opened shutters and saw that big, yellow ball of joy in the sky I was out on beach.Read More
Was walking up hill with grand plans to go for a run, when I spotted Claudia and her very elderly mother sitting outside their house under an umbrella.Read More
This is what I learnt from trying to go 'out-out' in Italy.Read More
The family are currently obsessed with doing two things:
- Feeding me as much as humanly possible
- Finding me an Italian boyfriend
Me and old Sandro went out for another passeaggata today. I don't use the term 'old' lightly. He's eighty two. Am starting to feel much like Kate Winslet in The Holiday.
I'm losing my words.
I first noticed it the other day, when I tried to describe what supposedly happened to Jesus. I kept telling someone he was resuscitated, even though I knew they didn't have defibrillators back in B.C.Read More
After a fantastic bonding session at Barbara’s dad’s 90th birthday, G’s 82 year old grandfather asked for my number. I was flattered. He’s the one who winks all the time, doesn't eat salt and likes to wind everyone up.
This morning he sent me a message that read ‘VUOI FARE UNA PICCOLO PASSEAGATA?’ (Do you want to go for a little walk?)Read More
About a week ago, M returned from work waving about some tickets, saying he had a surprise for G and I. ‘You English, I know how much you love the football! Now you can see a proper match in Italy!’Read More
Turns out, an MOT in Italy is exactly the same as an MOT in the UK.Read More
Barbara’s dad has hit 90 and, to celebrate, the whole family are going for a proper slap-up meal at one of the fancier restaurants in town. I am one of the chosen 20.Read More
After some serious tan inducing weather over the past week, Mother Nature has thrown up a shit-storm all over Liguria, and we have been house-bound since Tuesday. It’s grey, stormy and very, very wet.Read More
Everything you’ve heard about Italians and Nutella is true. It’s not even remotely similar to what Marmite is to the UK. There is no love-hate relationship, just pure love.Read More
My experience of the Festa di San Fortunato was somewhat different to the way I’ve described the festival in the more ‘serious’ chunk of my blog.Read More
The thing you should know about Camogli is that its all hills and steps. You have to walk up a few dozen stairs to get anywhere, and in order to get from nursery to beach you have to walk across a bridge and three stone staircases.Read More
Italians love their dogs. Dogs are allowed everywhere - in the supermarket, at the beach, on the train. I’ve spotted one sitting on its own chair in a restaurant.Read More
I've started ‘volunteering’ at the nursery a couple of days a week. I use the term ‘volunteer’ loosely because it conjures up images of pensioners lending a helping hand at their local National Trust stately home or bored parents helping middle class children to learn to read on a Friday afternoon.
It’s actually bloody hard work.Read More
My first experience of an train travel in Italy was everything you'd expect it to be, complete with delays, missed connections and a lonely martini at a train station bar.Read More