Life in Italy - Some Initial Thoughts

October 10, 2015

"It is a truth universally acknowledged that as soon as one part of your life comes together, another falls spectacularly to pieces." 

This is a quote from my favourite movie of all time, Bridget Jones (no judging, please) and is also, unfortunately, true.

But I'll start at the beginning. I've been living in Italy for nearly a month now, so I'll apologise for the lack of posts. (Again.) The one thing I've learnt so far is that Italians a) need a lot of paperwork to do anything and b) do said things very, very slowly. For someone who has spent two years living in a city where you get run over by hordes of impatient commuters if you move around at a pace any slower Usain Bolt, it's kind of infuriating. But I'm getting used to it. Anyway, long story short, no internet for entire month - but am now up and running!

So, Italy. Trying to put into words how much I feel at home in a country that does nothing all day but eat incredible food, drink amazing wine, shop and sleep is pretty much impossible. I mean, these are all my favourite things.

I went to Napoli and ate the most incredible pizza I have ever, ever eaten. I literally couldn't believe it. Poetry could be written about it. It was that good.

I went to Capri, where we drunk huge amounts of delicious iced Limoncello granita and ate yet more pizza.

And every time I've felt a bit down or homesick, I go out for a walk around Bologna and buy some pizza or coffee and instantly feel better because the city is so beautiful its impossible to feel sad.

One of life's great mysteries is how Italians stay so thin. They don't seem to exercise and they've grown up in a country where a five course meal is the norm - how is this possible? What is their secret? I, of course, am putting on pounds by the second - there's only so much pizza you can eat before your body tries to stop you - but am embracing it in the manner of Julia Roberts in Eat, Pray, Love.

So, life = great. Which, of course, can only mean something else has to fall apart. It's balance, or karma, or that weird little black and white symbol that everyone used to have on jewellery.

So yes, I am writing this through a haze of tears because I am no longer a Smug Married Person (to continue with the Bridget Jones analogy.) I am a singleton. Which pretty much sucks. And I want to go out and have fun and go and buy myself the pretty jumper I had planned this weekend but all I can actually do is hide under the duvet and eat my body weight in pizza.

We've all been there. But I live in the most beautiful place in the world - it's all good.

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