Last night I had dinner with some old friends. A family we know. They made pizza. I gave them a little advice on the house they want to build. We met through our children but it was Italy that brought us close. The husband is as bad as I am when it comes to Italy and the nagging desire to up sticks and go tomorrow, if only the planets would align. Years ago I helped them find an apartment to rent in Perugia for few months. They wanted to live the local life in Italy while the children where small enough and transportable enough. That was seven years ago and they liked it so much they did it again in 2010.
I was talking to their eldest, Giulia. She’s got the bug now too and it made me smile inside to hear her talking about how she misses Italy. How she prefers the natural allegria of Italians to the culture of drink and late nights her school friends in Melbourne are starting to take on at the weekends. And she is still so young. Giulia dreams. She talks with her father about the family getting a place in Orvieto because you know it’s only an hour from Rome by train and they both love Rome. She is her father’s daughter. But while we were talking I couldn’t help feeling the tiniest, tiniest bit the fairy godmother.
And I loved that. It’s actually funny how many of my design clients get back in touch for Italy travel tips when they’re making their move. I must wear my heart on my sleeve more than I realise. So I’m going to do it. Add another string to my bow. Go public. Italian experience consultant specialising in long-term stays. Everything from choosing a location to where and how to enrol your children at school. How and how long. Everything you need to sort the dream. Time Out in Italy – working title perhaps. But from today my door is open.