Dear friends, I’m back.


Dear friends,

It’s good to be back. After many months missing from here, I guess it’s time to update and finally explain why I suddenly disappeared. Those who follow me on twitter and instagram know it already, but I never had the chance to announce it here on the blog. I was stuck in a difficult situation, and so I decided to embark in a new adventure and move temporarily to South Tyrol, the German-speaking corner and basically the only functioning region in our country. It was a great experience, but it definitely absorbed all my time and energy: apart from quick posts on instagram, I wasn’t truly able to write and keep track of all the blogs I follow (sorry).

I should probably say that I’m regretful I was missing, but I wouldn’t be entirely honest. The past months have been the most intense, energizing and healing of the last decade. I reconnected with my body, with nature and even with society.

You know, if I were a clever blogger writing about Italy, I’d probably omit my negative sentiments and I’d rather focus on the romantic image and touristic side of the country. Unfortunately (?) I’m not that astute. Among the tons of blog posts floating around the Internet that share the ultimate secret to live “like an Italian”, my point of view will probably always represent some sort of dissenting-voice.

You truly want to live like an Italian? Well, forget about fluorescent Aperol Spritz sipped while sitting down in the shade of tall cypresses and some whirlwind romance lived under the Tuscan sun. I’m not saying that you can’t have all of that, but I also think it’s pretty clear it’s a limitative and partial view of the country. We are all mature enough to understand that there’s the good and the bad in every country of the world. But in the case of Italy it is not just that. If you want to truly live like an Italian, you don’t have to just accept both sides of the coin, you want to consciously experience the real thing. Living in Italy doesn’t just mean you have “to enjoy life”, you want to experience the whole spectrum of the human emotions.

There’s no way you’re going to live a reassuring and slightly boring marriage with Italy, it’s going to be that kind of marriage where the dishes crash against the wall and the make-up sex is earth-shattering. It’s great when the passion runs freely, but the moments when the silverware flies are incredibly painful.

So, still want to live like an Italian? You cannot expect romantic and passionate escapades without counting the bloodsheds and the shattered glasses into the equation. Sometimes the hard moments are so unbearable that you result ending up in a blind alley with the only solution to jump the fence and leave. This is what I did. I left and I’m glad I did.

As for me missing in action here on the blog, if I’m completely honest, it was not just having little free time to write, I was also giving the silent treatment to Italy. I was so angry with my country that I couldn’t honestly see the point in keep writing about it. What for? It didn’t deserve it.

These past months I was lucky enough to end up in a corner of the world where I could start a process of healing under many aspects. Lack of pollution, unemployment and useless chatter freed me. I felt elated.

Now that I’m back in Veneto I cannot state that all the issues are solved and that Italy and I are “back together”. Quite the contrary, in my case I’m pretty sure the one with Italy is destined to be a toxic relationship. What I’ve realized, though, is that, despite my happier state while in South Tyrol, a part of me was missing. I wasn’t writing anymore. I might be bad at it – I don’t even write in my own language – but it’s an instinct I cannot deny. A part of who I am. And Italy, despite all the headaches and sorrows, is part of who I am as well. After all these years, this country is still a constant discovery for me and I will continue to write about it and its madness. I hope you will stick around and to read about your take on the subject.

As for me, not all is well, but almost.



19 thoughts on “Dear friends, I’m back.

  1. Ahhh, I’m glad to hear you listened to your gut and did what you had to to energise and come back to (almost) well. Interesting that you couldn’t write until you returned. Also interesting that I left my country too, to come to yours, and it was only here that I started to blog. We do what we must and what we can.

    I can understand how Italy affects you. I’ve been here five years and it’s just how you say. Plates fly.

    What I think though is that it’s the entire world that is crumbling. It is becoming unbelievable – all of it, the state, the church, the politics, one giant house of cards, and it’s getting ready to fold. We should enjoy our green valleys while they last.

    What I’m most happy about is to see that you found my new blog and are back. Your views are always refreshing and necessary. Italy is not to be loved unconditionally. It’s correct to point out where it is sick, and this goes for everywhere else too.

    I wish you to be happy, healthy and at peace.

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    1. Hi Manja! So good to talk to you again in here ❤

      Yeah, I have also to say that it would have been "logistically" very difficult to update the blog through mobile ( I didn't have my laptop with me ), even if I'd want to, you know. But really, I had (still have) very conflicting emotions toward Italy, I was giving it the silent treatment, as I said.

      The entire world is indeed crumbling, it's disheartening 😦

      When I logged in and I checked the wp reader, I couldn't see your posts at first and I was like NOOOO…I thought you didn't blog anymore! I'm sorry I lost so many entries, but yeah my free time was dedicated to long walks in the woods and explorations ❤ I lost track of all the blogs I follow :/

      Thanks for the good wishes :*

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  2. I loved living in Italy because it was temporary and administratively supported. I knew my time would run out, and three years felt like enough to get a real taste, and I was deeply grateful for the support we had through my husband’s job to deal with the government, utilities, contracts, etc. I don’t know your story but I can absolutely see how you feel the way you do! Good call taking the time you needed. Welcome back!

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    1. Thanks!
      Well, I was born and I grew up in Italy and I have always thought that this was a country good for holidays (and maybe retirement), not for actually “building a future” here, you know…the gerontocracy makes life for people of my own and future generations very difficult and it’s no surprise many leave in search for an opportunity.
      Glad to hear you were able to find support during your years in Italy, though.


  3. Welcome back Sara! I’m glad you took time to recharge, but I’m also glad that you are returning to blogging again. Your perspective is really important, especially for people who have a tendency to romanticize and idealize Italy. No place is Utopia… and I think Americans in particular have a tendency to look at Italy through rose colored glasses and willfully ignore the difficult and not so pretty aspects. I appreciate learning about ALL sides of Italy… the fun and the dysfunction… even the crashing plates. *hugs*

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    1. Ciao cara Antonia! So glad to talk to you again!

      Thank you very much, I’m happy to read that you appreciate my POV! Yes, no place is Utopia! Living in Italy is difficult! But it would also be wrong to say that everything is amiss and/or worthless in Italy, as some of the fellow Italians say. Some complain about things we shouldn’t be complaining about, honestly! Our culture and country have some perks. I hope I’ll be able to be as objective as possible and talk about both sides of the coin.

      *hugs back*


  4. Vacation is vacation and life is life. Vacationers come to Italy with money in hand and spend it sipping Aperol Spritzes and seeing only the beautiful things. I know that you sometimes rail or maybe you feel as though you’re always railing against things, but that’s a good sign. Not reacting is what isn’t good. Life isn’t easy in Italy and I think that’s hard for someone who goes there for a week of fun has trouble seeing. Plus, if you can’t talk to the locals or understand the TV, you only get filtered images. You picked a wonderful area in which to unwind a bit. I’ve visited the South Tyrol on 3 or 4 occasions and found it quite peaceful. I hope you’re feeling better. Mach weiter! Forza!

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    1. Yeah, sometimes I even feel guilty for railing against Italy on the blog/social media, because I do realize “spreading negativity” is not “nice”. Spreading positivity is important. But I also think that being realistic is even more important. Especially in this day and age and on the Internet where fakery and impossible standards have the upper hand.

      South Tyrol is indeed peaceful and beautiful, but it’s also the only place in Italy where it’s the norm they give you an opportunity if you’re proactive and willing to work.

      Grazie mille Karen :*

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  5. Hihi Sara, welcome back, it’s been a long time! I’m so happy to read that you’ve just been recharging your batteries rather than abandoning wp altogether. As a tourist, of course I never felt the exasperation of Italy that you described, but I can relate all too well those feelings about my own country. Perhaps our sense of appreciation is more acute when in a foreign environment? I can’t wait to hear about South Tyrol through your eyes. I genuinely hope you are happier ☺️

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    1. OH HEYYY, so happy to see you again in here! It’s been a long time indeed! I hope everything is ok!

      Yep, I’m going to post about South Tyrol, I snapped tons of pics and explored the area properly!
      I’m indeed happier, South Tyrol took care of me in many ways 🙂

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