Three years ago today my prince in a dark Ford snatched me away from everything I’d known, together with most of my belongings, and delivered me from Slovenia to the south of Tuscany where I’ve stayed till this day. You who were willing to bet that I’d return quickly, I wonder how many cases of whiskey this makes by now.
We kept cramming the car. So many boxes and bags. Slowly packing and waiting for amore I was sure that I had too much stuff to fit in the car. Therefore I packed winter stuff separately. After all, I was southbound. And it’s true – from April to November there is no need for socks, let alone anything else.
When amore told me via skype to measure my round table that I kept on my porch, which I’d already called “Tuscany table” much earlier than any talk of Tuscany was born, I didn’t have any measuring tape at hand so I took an A4 paper sheet and measured it with that. After that I had to google the measurements of an A4 sheet. I forwarded the results to amore and he proclaimed that the table is too broad to fit in the car by the palm of his hand (10 cm).
When he arrived and saw the situation with his own eyes, he immediately knew that the table would easily fit. It turned out that I’d been wrong in my calculation for exactly 10 cm. But by then I’d already said goodbye to the table in my mind. It is poor form to take the Tuscany table all the way to Tuscany.
As we were cramming the car, with back seats folded, I could not help but admire how much space there was. Everything fit: all my boxes and bags, even the winter stuff. We put my orchid in as well. Must be a potted plant when moving, I saw it in American films.
And in the end, since the car still seemed half full, I pushed my office chair in as well. (The orchid died a while ago, whereas in the chair I’m sitting right now.)
And off we went. Actually, it was me behind the wheel so we can’t call it whisking away. And I drove all the way to Florence, about 480 km, where he took over for the remaining two hours and a half.
And now? In a sense, it is still exactly like it was three years ago: I’m happy, not too homesick (especially since I visit about three times a year and I’ve got visitors even more often), exploring my surroundings, taking it easy. And yet it is completely different too: a few months after my arrival we got bestia, which changes everything and now I can’t even imagine not having him.
Okay, I know a bit more Italian now (here I’ve written about my early language learning). Enough to explain to the vet any trouble, and defend myself when people think I don’t understand them. I find it typical that the words I use most often are allora, va bene, eccolo, and my favourite, tutto a posto.
So here I am, 260 photo folders later (not to count the photos but there are a LOT), with two years of blogging behind me (and one year on FB!), with red painted nails, on my hands too (!), with an e-reader (and I was SO against them!) but also with many new books, and with newly acquired taste for melanzane, zucchini and this fruit:
I took this photo on the day of my arrival, thinking – how cute, tomatoes are indeed considered fruit here: they put them in the fruit bowl! Then I saw the skull and bones, chuckled at the thought of my theory that natives let the settlers have all the plants from the nightshade family forgetting to inform them they were poisonous, and ran to take the photo.
Little did I know that in no time at all I’d learn to enjoy the best ragu, melanzane parmigiana (which is a COMPLETELY RED DISH, something I used to run away from) and pasta with tuna in tomato sauce. The only thing I (still) don’t eat are raw tomatos in salad. And cetrioli. Too much chlorophyll. 😀
In short, it’s been good for me here, and I’ve been good for it (that is to say he and him, well, bestia is alright too). There is no reason why it shouldn’t continue to be just so. Grazie per tutto!
(And you who had to say in the typically Slovenian malevolent, down-putting, jinxing, jealous manner how you were willing to bet that this wouldn’t last and that I’d return in no time – beware that I don’t return for real if only to collect those cases of whiskey you owe me by now.)
As the poet Rade Šerbedžija says (I’ve translated the entire poem here):
we are still here
we have yet to be scattered by beasts
Photo: a © signature mmm production
Take care you two or three. 3 years have always marked the “turning point” in my lifes relatiuonships …
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Haha, Beat, then it’s VERY good that I am not you. Also, 3 years have passed, now may the 4th be with us. 🙂
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Congratulations! That was a big move, and I’m so glad it was a happy one. I love Italy!
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Thank you, Naomi! As countries go, Tuscany is indeed not too shabby a place to move to. 😉 And happy it is too.
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So glad for you!
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Risk all for love. Congratulations.
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Susanne, thank you. Well, yes, it was a bit of a risk. He was very brave. 😀
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You were/are brave, too!
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Oh, Susanne, I know I am, was just having a giggle. 🙂
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Lepo, da ti je lepo – in da si svoje sreče pisateljica.
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Iiiii, kako lepo! 🙂 Sam z vrvice se moram snet.
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What a great move and a great story. Thanks for sharing that, and your photos with us. Congratulations on all the anniversaries!
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Thank you, Dan! 🙂 There seem to be an abundance of them lately indeed.
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awww! I love happy stories 🙂
Congratulations and happy anniversary. Milestones are meant to be celebrated!! 🙂
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Thank you, Joanne! 🙂 There are happy stories too, even though some may say that happy people have no stories. (It used to be a song.)
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oh – I don’t agree with that!! Drama and heartache aren’t what make a story enjoyable to my taste 🙂
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Well that was just a piece bursting with happiness! Gawd, I wish I could read more of those! Congratulations on your risks paying off. Life in Tuscany looks beautiful and happy for you.
Red nails, cucumber and tomato salad, and oh roasted zucchini! Nom nom nom! 😛
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Ahh, Joey, I’m glad it comes across. I very often find the same in your posts. (You can always read some more by following ‘Own words’ category.) Sometimes I do win over my laziness and write. And happy is the red thread. 🙂 I’m happy to see you come over, every time.
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Just do, “do-be do-be do-be” do, just be in your best present! Love Miralem
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Yeahhh, gospodar sveta je našel pot do sem. 😉 Grazie! Be your best present too!
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What a cute post! Congratulations on many levels, Nick
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Thank you, Nick. 🙂 I’m glad you like it.
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I had to come and read this story…a wonderful love story, Manja! 🥰
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Oh Deborah, thank you so much for coming to read it. 🙂 It feels so long ago and it is but we will always have it, this story. ❤
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