I love the Italian life style

I have been in Italy for 3 days and it has been very cold, the town of Savona is at the beginning of the Alps and all are capped with snow. I saw a van today that drove past while Andre and I were warming up in a cafe with 30 centimeters of snow on the roof!!! I have never in my life seen anything like it. Thank goodness Grazi has loads of jackets and I have adopted a nice big, grey, metallic looking number that almost touches the ground. It's as warm as a duvet (dooner), come to think of it shiny, metallic and futuristic looking jackets are in. I'm not to keen on them. 

Andre and I have come across the most amazing hot chocolate drinks while in Savona, so thick it is more like a dessert than a hot chocolate and we will randomly stop in bakery's and buy cake. Ahhh Italians now how to make good cakes and sweets, I suppose they have had over a thousand years mastering these recipes and it show mmmmmmmmmmm cake.

We spend our days walking whether it be window shopping or by the cold windy beaches then come home and I cook a dinner for everyone. After dinner we may play some rummikub, they are all quick learner's and were whipping our butts in no time. And well, last night Grazi's house mate a 45 year old Brazilian woman completely shocked us all by bringing out a black box. In the box was a latex life size dildo, I was very scared and asked if it was a used one and she assured us it was an unused present, well once we know that, who would have thought we could have so much fun and laughs with a dildo. All clean fun, I can assure you. 

Last night I also tried fizzy red Lambrucho vino, strangely enough it was was bloody good. I frowned at it when it first appeared because it was taken out of the fridge and everyone knows you store red wine at room temperature and then when I made out the translations that it was fizzy I was going to give it a miss altogether, I am so glad I kept an open mind and tried it. I wonder it they sell this in Australia????

Tonight we went to Grazi's work, she looks after and keeps company a little 85 year old Italian lady named Luciana. She is the sweetest thing and I want to keep her for myself and take her home with me. Grazi spends 3 hours with her most days of the week and I can see what a difference it makes in her life. Luciana has family but they find her a choir rather then family, tonight as we left we all kissed her and said good night to her and she cried because her family don't even do that. She found more love from strangers tonight than she has had from her family in a long time. I will always remember sweet Luciana and her beautiful green eyes.

Italy

In primary school as part of the school curriculum we learnt Italian. As our Italian teachers would describe the places they grew up in and the food they ate and the way of life, I have always wanted to visit there. I have finally made it. With the love of my life Andre, we arrived to Milan airport yesterday then a 3 hour train ride to the lovely town of Savona. 

It was quite a drama to get here as we were booked on a flight on Monday morning but we missed it by a whisker, this could have been the worst day of my life so far. I cried like a baby all the way back to London with good reason, I was awake all night and been trying to get to Stansted airport, I hit my head tyring to get my bags out from the bus then no PDQ (EFPOS) machines weren't working, the reason to missing the flight....after all that I had to turn around and make the same journey back. 

Once we were at Milan Central Station we brought our train tickets to Savona, I was thirsty and hungry. I purchased a bottle of water then we looked for a shop that sold food. I waited a while before I was served and just pointed at everything I wanted. I waited while they toasted our flat sandwiches and heated up some sort of crumbed thingamajig(which ended up being mushie rice with cheese centre and then the outside crumbed), I collected our goodies, turned and gave Andre a big smile and the next moment I was on the ground, fallen flat. Tripped over by an old woman's suitcase, didn't bother to apologise and continued walking. Squashed food in one hand and I could not get up because my backpack was weighing me down, my knees were killing me. Andre and two strangers came to my rescue. Welcome to Italy, nice welcome indeed. Andre could not stop laughing, after the shock had settled I must admit it was quite funny. 

Anyway lets not dwell on the past, I'm here and what a glorious day it is, I cannot get over all the manifico shops and boutique's. Every food shop I walked past I found myself starring with my tongue hanging out and Andre would have to drag me away. Health food stores, chocolate shops, cake shops, butchers, fish mongers, you name it they have it here and the quality and variety to die for. 

Fashion, well were do I start.....Italian women love to look glamorous, they all deserve the cover page on Vogue. Clothes are very stylish and classical, I feel a bit out of place because I am such a scruffer and my clothes are made up of random bits from around the world. One day I may look like these ladies. Shoes, dresses, coats, boots, trousers, shirts, scarves loved it all except for those awful velvet traxies, ooooooh they really hurt my eyes. What possesses women to wear these? 

Only if I got paid out from Ripcurl after they went into receivership, I would have a field day shopping for everything but the velvet traxies. 

I really miss our house mate Ben Collis, he rang me to tell me he made meat balls from the new Jamie Oliver cook book Andre and I brought him, oh bless him, love him to bits. 

I have finally met Andre's sister Graziela and her husband Diego, Grazi sure suits the Italian lifestyle, she loves to talk a lot, shame I cannot understand instead her voice puts me to sleep. She is a bit bigger then a midget with big luscious kissable lips, little lady but big personality. Diego is a sweet man, they have both lived in Italy for the past 7 months tying to get their European Citizenship. Andre is here for the same reason, this time next year we will be able to live freely here and experience a new way of life, culture and language. 

Maybe here in Savona, who knows.