One
of the first things people assume when we mention that we have a home in Italy
is that we must use it as a jumping off point for travel around Italy and other
European countries. While we have done some exploring in Italy, traveling
is not the reason we bought a house here. We prefer the sweet
and peaceful rhythm of daily Italian life. We are happy just to be.
Today
we woke up late having been out until 1 a.m. at a jazz guitar concert the night
before. Finishing breakfast, we prepared to go out to do the shopping as we
often do. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and lots of folks were out
preparing to look at this weekend's Mercato Antiquario (antique market).
After
picking up some dinner for tonight, we met Franco, an engaging gentleman I met
working with the Angeli del Bello—a volunteer organization that cleans up
graffiti and other ugliness. He was happy to point out that my picture was in
the local paper this morning from our most recent project. I’m a bit taller
than most other folks in our group and so am easy to recognize.
I
recently read a post by another ex-pat who seems to feel the same way, and he’s given me permission to reprint it here. It’s not flowery or profound; in
fact, it’s quite simple—much like the rather ordinary pleasures that compel us
to live in Italy.
Ted
Wobber is an ex-New Yorker who has worked for Xerox, Google, Microsoft and
Digital Equipment Corporation, but he and his wife recently left that behind
for life in a small town in Le Marche.
Ted
wrote:
“Folks
often ask us why we moved to a relatively unknown part of Italy. Here’s part of
the reason.
Linda DeMelis and Ted Wobber |
We
first stopped off at the open-air vegetable market, picking up some artichokes,
broccoli, romanesco and cavolini (brussel sprouts) on the stalk (rare
here). We then ambled over to see Emidio and sons at the bar where we
usually take morning coffee. Fully caffeinated, we headed off to finish
shopping at the local grocery.
Soon
we ran into an American friend who visits Ascoli for a month or two a year, and
we had a lovely conversation about the magnificent buildings along the main
drag. Not long after, we ran into two expat friends of ours who were excited
about a new type of pasta they made the night before.
Ascoli Piceno |
Finally,
we ran into my commercialista (accountant), who was most happy to
introduce his wife, whom we had not met before. After all this, it was almost
time to go home and make lunch! A typical morning in Ascoli!
So
none of this is world-shaking—but I do think it is typical of a lifestyle that
didn’t exist for us in the US, a lifestyle where moving slowly and meeting and
talking to all sorts of people is really the essence of living.”
Ben
detto, Ted! Well said, indeed.
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