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How We Moved to Italy

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This was the pinnacle of a five-year-long campaign!

Having just flown into Venice’s Marco Polo airport, we were looking forward to our new life in Italy.

The air was warm and enveloping, reminding us fully what a late summer temperature should feel like, unlike the cold and rainy England we had just left behind.

The Grand Canal seen from the Accademia Bridge - Venice, Italy - rossiwrites.com

An hour-long journey in an almost straight line took us to our newly rented flat in Vicenza. The views we glimpsed along the motorway were not really that inspiring, but the names on the big signs pointing us ahead said it all – Milano, Padova, Bologna… So much to see, so much to explore, so many places to visit in this Italian dolce vita that was about to begin.

Palladio's Basilica seen from the Furo Bridge - Vicenza, Italy - www.rossiwrites.com

Rivers, streams and canals ran through green cornfields. Powerful mountains stood on the horizon ahead of us. Huddled in the car, I felt a moment of simple, unadulterated happiness. One of those fleeting moments of being content and at peace with life, when things slot into place and are just right.

Laghi - Veneto, Italy - www.rossiwrites.com

It all started in April 2009 on holiday in sunny Barcelona. The sun was bright, the city felt welcoming and open and the drizzly English spring was miles away. This is when I came up with the idea that we must, simply must pack everything and move to these sunnier climes for at least six months, so as to enjoy life a tad more. With my job in translation and localisation, I could be based anywhere in the world, as long as I kept to the clients’ deadlines.

I was met with my then boyfriend’s (now husband) firm rebuttal. He liked Barcelona, but not to the point of wanting to live there, he said. So, he offered a long list of reasons as to why we couldn’t just up sticks and go. Some of which were as follows:

  • What firm employment could he find there (I suggested that as a teacher, he could be teaching English, which seems to be always in demand the world over).
  • There would be no English papers to buy in the morning (my reply to this was that, of course, there would be, just a little bit more expensive).
  • There would be no English sausages for breakfast (here I gasped and had no wisdom to offer, as my very-open-to-the-world-and-different-experiences boyfriend was apparently rooting for any excuse as to why this whole idea was impossible, unrealistic and not about to happen).

Piazza dei Signori at sunrise - Vicenza, Italy - rossiwrites.com

For the next five years, the idea was brought to the table at any opportunity. The lack of sun, the long wet summers in England and our short and sweet escapades to Europe on any occasion we could afford gave us ground to keep discussing (completely theoretically at first) what it would be like living abroad.

Initially, I was the driving force behind all the conversations. As a Bulgarian living in London since December 2000, I was starting to get tired of the breathless speed of life there, of the apparent coldness in relationships, of the many little things that made me feel I couldn’t quite fit in, in spite of my accumulated knowledge of the city and the English as a whole. A bit of sun, a bit of a more passionate culture and a bit of tasty Mediterranean food could do me a world of good, I reasoned time and time again.

A dusk view of the small town of Castelleto sul Garda on Lake Garda - Veneto, Italy - rossiwrites.com

Slowly, slowly the balance seemed to shift though and my boyfriend started to show a modicum of interest. So, we discussed places. I was really insistent on Spain, my boyfriend was really insistent on the south of France. I speak fluent Spanish, he speaks a little bit of French, so we both fought our respective corners. After a lovely Tuscan break in May 2012, we both agreed that perhaps if we eventually did this thing of living abroad, it wouldn’t be so bad to do it in Italy after all.

Venetian gondolas and the island of San Giorgio Maggiore under a purple dawn - Venice, Italy - rossiwrites.com

By that time, I had other more pressing things on my mind. We had bought a flat in Kent and I was struggling to conceive, which made me mentally catalogue the idea of moving abroad as ‘It would be nice, but not about to happen like never’ and stop talking about it completely.

2013 was a happy year! We got engaged in Venice. Our baby girl was born. It was true that life in Chatham – our town in Kent – was slow, boring and utterly predictable, but what else do you do with a mortgage, a baby and one salary to support you in times of a global recession?!

Prato della Valle - Italy's largest square - Padua, Veneto, Italy - rossiwrites.com

Then, on a bitterly cold winter Saturday in 2014, we were tired of simply sitting at home. So, we wrapped up warm and decided to go out as a family to have a cup of coffee in the local coffee shop. Yet, the coffee shop was closed! At 4 pm! Yes, that’s right. What should have been the busiest time with families going out, with friends meeting each other, with life just beautifully bubbling along, in Chatham was the premature end of the day, a dark signal that we should be at home, cooking dinner, watching telly, lounging on the sofa or doing some other boring stuff that qualifies as ‘life’.

That was it for us! Moving abroad was back on the table in full force. This time, instead of simply talking about things, we started doing them. One by one! And they beautifully slotted into place.

Balcony garden design idea - Vicenza, Italy - rossiwrites.com

In April, my husband started to apply for jobs abroad. In May, he was offered a position as a coordinator in a private Italian school. In June he rented a flat for us in Vicenza. In July we put our flat in England on the rental market. In August we went on holiday to Bulgaria for two weeks. Upon our return, we packed our flat in three days and then loaded our possessions in two vans. Then my husband travelled across France to Italy in our little red Nissan Micra to meet the vans and to unload the luggage, furniture and other general stuff that we held dear enough to lug across Europe.

At the same time, our baby and I stayed in England for three more days with my in-laws, until it was time to get on the plane at Gatwick and arrive at Marco Polo airport still dazzled by the speed of it all and by the slow realisation that, yes, we had finally done it!

Dolce vita, here we come!

 

Update: 16th February 2021

The High Street in Rochester, Kent, England - rossiwrites.com

This is how in August 2014 we moved from England to Italy and I started this blog. Six years of exploration followed. Many of our travels, adventures, discoveries, and emotions became material for the articles in my blog. We are now back living in England. All in all, Italy was a great experience. With lots of difficult moments, yet lots of great moments, too.

I developed a deep interest in Italian history and art. We all learned Italian in varying degrees. And we all fell in love with the beauty of Italy while life there offered us challenges to test us on every human level possible.

And while I started this blog trying to find my way in life and in my thoughts, my blog evolved into a travel guide for people seeking to experience the beauty of Italy for themselves. With hundreds of articles written by me and dozens of thousands of photographs taken by me, I hope that you will find the information you need to have your own short- or long-term Italian adventure.

 

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Rossi Thomson

Hello! I am Rossi - a Bulgarian currently living in England after 6 years in Italy which were preceded by 14 years in England. This is my blog about my life in these three countries and travels around Europe with history and culture in mind. For regular updates, please, subscribe to my newsletter and follow me on social media online. You can also get in touch via the Contacts form or by commenting on the articles in my blog.

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