Whoop whoop……………as if we’ve been living in Italy for a year already. It really only does seem like yesterday that we were packing everything up and readying ourselves for pastures new. I can’t believe my last blog post therefore was 433 days ago. That’s truly bonkers. Time really does fly………….
The move from the UK was a real feat of heroism as far as I’m concerned by both my husband and the Italian removal guys. Gord drove a van over twice with the doors/kitchen/wardrobes he’d made – plus he made the same journey another 2 times with both our cars. 2 hours of driving and I’m uttering the words “are we nearly there yet” so I think he secretly enjoyed the peace and quiet doing those journeys on his own………….All our worldly belongings were loaded within 3 hours on the BIG day – the 7.5 tonne truck van was loaded to capacity – probably overloaded as it was sagging over the wheel arches!
The final few cms of space went to my Buddha who was almost left behind – he was waiting patiently on our balcony and was only spotted on the final sweep seconds before the van set off – goodness knows how much he’d have costed if he’d come with us on the plane!!!!
It’s quite a scary experience when you see almost everything you own loaded into a van by strangers, the doors slammed closed and then it disappears into the horizon with the promise of ” a lunedi” see you on Monday (4 days later!)
And 4 days later there they were – or should I say there they were in the distance – the last mile to our house is down a VERY narrow and winding street which the driver expertly navigated backwards with literally mm’s of space either side – I just about manage it in a Fiat 500 going forwards – unbelievable driving skills.
Some learnt advice though – never offer an Italian removal guy (or any Italian coming to that) a mug of instant coffee – I wish I’d captured the look of disgust on their faces when they drank it – well swilled it around and spat it out again more like……the cafetiere coffee was equally reviled!!! Needless to say we now have a Nespresso machine 🙂
Box after box after box was unloaded – some into the rented house and some into our one day to be home – the only hitch was the sofa bed which ended up being cranked up by the “crane” and hauled over the roof terrace. There was no way it was going up those stairs – and then it was still going no further – it finally wedged itself in the terrace doorframe. The removal guys then proceeded to take the whole thing apart and rebuilt it in situ. So that was October 2014 – fast forward to 1st July 2015 and we FINALLY MOVED IN to our home – almost 2 years to the day that the renovations started – so just a tad bit later than we’d expected but it really has been a case of piano piano (slowly slowly)…………..completing and finishing things just doesn’t seem to happen here – we had been warned that this was the case but gosh it’s painful sometimes. I just keep taking deep breaths…………
Life in the rented house was challenging to say the least…………….a bit like living in a cave – limited daylight/a bathroom where even I had challenges standing up in it in places without knocking myself out – though the shower itself used to do that of it’s own accord – i.e. drop on your head for no apparent reason, and if that didn’t finish you off the plastic shower curtain would attack you if you got anywhere close to it which wasn’t difficult in the 1m square shower tray…………
The kitchen had a cooker that was from the dark ages (we didn’t dare turn the oven on as I’m sure we’d have blown ourselves up) – and the whole house in winter was like an icebox – it was warmer outside than in…………fortunately winter proper was only 4 weeks long but that saw me going to bed with thermals/dressing gown/electric blanker/2 duvets and a wooly hat………………..on the plus side it was next door to our soon to be home so as we moved things forward we spent less and less time there and more and more time in our proper house – in the latter stages only going to the rented house to sleep and use the bathroom.
So now no more going down 39 steps to get to our rented house and up 20 more of them to go to the bathroom (bladder control is now second to none!!) we’re sleeping in our own bed – not in our own bedroom yet but not long now. 3 more months and we’ll be done- the house will be finished – or there or thereabouts.
So today one year on and what an amazing day we’ve had – out on our bikes and up into the mountains first thing this morning, then celebrating with bubbles and red wine overlooking the sea munching on an amazing fish lunch, a stroll along the coast with a yummy ice cream – and now about to open a bottle of our locally produced heavenly vino ………..who says dreams don’t come true 🙂