One Year in Italy
Last weekend, Brian and I celebrated our one-year anniversary of living in Naples. What a beautiful whirlwind year it’s been. I still wake up most days not believing our good luck. The other days, I wonder why on earth anyone would set off fireworks at 7 a.m.
Boat ride to Procida
- My Italian isn’t the best, but it’s a whole lot better than it was a year ago (I may have graduated from toddler to preschool Italian, very exciting).
- I have mostly gotten used to driving here; sometimes, I even enjoy it. And I’m warming up to the idea of getting a moped.
- At least once a week, I say, “Oh sweet Jesus, how am I going to live without this when we move back to the States?” while eating or drinking something amazing.
- I never get tired of walking around tiny Italian towns with cobblestone streets, sampling at local wineries or eating in family trattorias with red-and-white checkered tablecloths.
Another fabulous winery, Sardinia
- Life moves at a slower pace around here, and I’m starting to accept that my impatience does nothing except infuriate me.
- The mulled wine sold at outdoor markets in winter is perhaps the greatest thing ever.
- La vita è bella. It’s been a wonderful year, and I can’t wait to kick off 2012.