Italian countryside sticks
Starting my blog, the first thing I would like to talk about is the place I call home. I live in the Italian countryside, in a small village in the north of Italy.
From my terrace, I can see the hills, green in spring and colorful in fall. I was born here, and during university years I took a home in Milan because traveling was too hard (due to long-distance and Italian public transport limits..).
I stayed in Milan for 9 years, and then I moved to Piacenza, a small city halfway between Milan and my hometown. After 5 years, I decided to go to live together with the man that now is my husband, in my hometown – the small village.
I was so scared that going back could be traumatic, losing all the facilities that filled my everyday life: cinemas, food delivery, any kind of cousin you crave, shops, etc.
But now, after 2 years, a wedding, and a beautiful little dog, I can say I’m totally happy with my decision. Every time that I open the window and have a look at the hills surrounding the village, or that I have a walk with my husband and our little Benjamin (the Maltipoo), or when I go to the small groceries stores, or at the bar near my house to grab a coffee and a croissant, I feel a wonderful sense of peace and I’m thankful for how lucky I am to call this place “home”.
Cara Valentina 