It’s been a week since I left Italy and I am taking it surprisingly well. I thought I was going to be really sad all the time, but I’m actually not. Just the opposite in fact: I am happy, excited for what the future will bring, and happy to be starting a new chapter in my life. The world is so big… Why should we be confined to living in one place for our whole lives? I want to live in as many places as I can, the same way I want to try every single flavor of ice cream at my favorite gelateria. Of course, it helps that the first week spent here in Ireland has been full of beautiful weather, fun and amazing people, parties and good times. 🙂
As today is a peaceful day, it’s been full of nostalgia and memories 🙂 So I decided to post some photos of our last few days that we had in Italy, before I start blogging about living in Ireland.
I did a lot more walking than biking around Florence my last few weeks so that I could really pause to take things in a bit more…
Then there was the point where we also had to start selling/ giving away/ getting rid of a lot of our stuff…
One thing I was able to do, which I am so grateful for, is to take one last trip up to Camogli to visit my aunt. Last year, my aunt became a widow and needless to say, she has been having a hard time dealing with the extraordinary loss. She and my uncle had been together since they were just kids. I can’t even imagine what that must feel like, but I hope for her sake she finds the peace she needs in her life to go on. She’s such a great lady. Losing my Uncle also meant that in my family, we lost the last link to my Italian grandfather. They lived in the house where my grandfather was born and have managed to keep the beautiful house in their family. I took the train up, had an amazing seafood lunch and then hiked up to the house to meet my aunt for a coffee and some conversation. Leaving Italy meant leaving this link to this really lovely and mysterious branch of my family tree.
There came a time to say good-bye to our friends… that was of course the hardest part. I am absolutely KICKING myself because I didn’t take enough pictures with people! So if you are reading this and don’t see your picture, please send me one so I can add it! As they say here in Ireland, I feel like a right fookin eejit.
I really enjoyed my last few days at work. Now that I have lead my last tour, possibly ever, I don’t know if I could ever lead another one. Then again, never say never. I had so much fun.
Thanks for the good times Italy. Although I don’t feel sad or devastated, if I close my eyes I can picture it perfectly: Biking through the narrow streets of Florence, running out my front door and up to Piazzale Michelangelo, the smells (or stench) of the city, the sounds outisde my bedroom window… all of it is really vivid in my head and I hope it stays that way.
So, what’s next? Watch this space! Ar dtì an eachtra seo chugainn!
(My iHandy translator insists that is Irish for “On to the next adventure!”) 🙂