I’m back…

I’ve learned the hard way that it is so incredibly easy to go to Italy…but leaving it is brutto! Not a single moment of the day goes by that I don’t think about Italy. I miss it so much.

My trip was pretty much everything I hoped it would be. I was able to reconnect with my family. I was able to communicate with my nonna in a way that she could understand me and I her – which made us both very happy. I was blessed to meet some truly amazing and wonderful people who I now call friends. I fell in love with Carpanzano all over again. It embraced me like an old friend with arms wide open and it opened my eyes to so much that I had let slip away from me. I come back changed, in a good way. Before I left I wasn’t sure what I wanted or where my life was headed but now that I am back I have more of a focus and drive towards something again.

A few days before I returned to Toronto, I made sure to have some alone time with this beautiful place. I went for a walk through the town taking in as much of it as I possibly could and assuring the town (and myself) that I would be back soon…promise!

I still stand by the notion that you haven’t truly seen Italy until you’ve seen it through a small town like this one.

  1. nyc/caribbean ragazza

    September 22, 2008 at 5:29 am

    Glad to hear your trip was so lovely. Hope to see more photos.

    It was hard for me to leave as well. I ended up moving. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Thanks!! I will post more pictures in upcoming posts…although I didn’t end up taking as many pictures as I thought I would. ๐Ÿ™‚ I am working at getting my citizenship (hopefully soon its taking forever) and from there I will see….but I’m definitely leaning towards moving to Italy…even if its just for a short period of time.

  2. Leanne in Italy

    September 17, 2008 at 10:08 am

    So you are planning the next trip back! I hope it all goes well and I will definately be seeing you over here the next time. Love all the photo’s too…it looks like such a beautiful little town. I got a glimps of it across the valley when I was on my friends balcony as Malito and your village face each other! A presto.

    I am hoping/planning to be back within the next 6-12 months. Once things are more official I will let you know…I have to see you next time I’m in Italy! ๐Ÿ™‚ Right outside of the house I was staying in there is a little stradella and from there I could see Malito. I love how small the world can be sometimes!! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. lucy

    September 16, 2008 at 2:50 pm

    I love your photos,more please. I have to agree with the lonliness part. I remember when I went to Sicily to Termini Imerese, the beaches are even lonely in September.

  4. Scintilla

    September 16, 2008 at 1:58 pm

    Small sleepy towns are the origin of many Italians who for various economical reseasons have moved to the bigger cities. I like them best too.
    I’ve just noticed that you and my husband shares the same nickname!

    Definitely…Carpanzano was bursting with people who were visiting from the bigger cities – Milan, Rome, and other places in between. They come down for the month of August to visit family and friends – it’s almost like going to the cottage ๐Ÿ˜› The town is VERY different when September rolls around…the night walks become a bit more lonely.

  5. Piccola

    September 16, 2008 at 1:35 pm

    By the way, I thought of you while you were gone. While my Ale was here we went to the Italian Festa here in Portland and they played the song “Calabrisella Mia” ๐Ÿ™‚

    Awww, how cute! ๐Ÿ™‚ It wouldn’t be an Italian Festa if you didn’t hear that song! I heard it a couple times while I was in Italy and it made me giggle! ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. Piccola

    September 16, 2008 at 1:34 pm

    Glad to see your back. Goodbye’s suck don’t they? Sounds like you had a great time though. Post more pics!!

    Yes, saying goodbye was really difficult!! I have plans to be back in Italy very soon. *fingers crossed*

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