Once upon a June!

‘Best of June’ time! June highlight was no doubt my birthday (+28!). It was on a Tuesday, so I went to work as usual and came home to my two feline ladies to a quiet night. My dad, as he does every year, asked me if time to grow up has finally come. Meaning: time…

Expat daughter of Italian parents. How it works

Today I’m going to tell you what is it like to be an expat daughter of Italian parents. Being parents of an Italian expat is not an easy job. They start planning the visit to your new country months in advance, mainly because they have to decide what to store for you in their big…

Seek and ye shall find

This article is a collaboration with http://bab.la/, a portal for languages with a blog written by people living abroad. Go and check it out! Sometimes I try to recall the moment I chose to move to Ireland, and that memory is not there. There was never a moment when I said to myself “Ok, I’m ready,…

Donate memories at Christmas

Christmas just passed, and it’s now time to evaluate these festive time. Since I’m not too fond of this type of holidays, the four days I spent in Italy were quite enough. It’s so nice to realize what is left of that time though, all the tangible memories I could bring back home with me….

My Christmas carol

It’s the 8th of December. In Italia it’s a holiday and usually people takes the opportunity to bring out the Christmas decorations, light up the house in nice tiny colourful bulbs and think about traditional recipes. I have never considered Christmas time anything special. It rather reminds me of a few things that made me…

When does the last time happen

In my family we have a house in the Italian region called Marche. It’s a tiny, old house, inherited from my grandparents, a house attached to one of the Sibillini mountains. When I was a child I used to hate going there, and so did my sister. We knew what was expecting us there: damp,…

When parents visit their expat daughter

When parents go to visit their daughter who lives abroad, there are some expectations and fears from both sides. Parents hope their child lives in a nice place, a nice house, surrounded by very nice people. They are afraid (considering their daughter lives in Ireland) of finding out she adapted to live in a shanty,…

Pre-Holidays stress

I woke up this morning with some temperature, cold and my head ready to explode. In two days I will be off to Italy, to my hometown for a week. A friend of mine texted me: “The fever is due to your excitement because you’re coming back to Latina”. Then I asked myself: for an…

Just a flu

I just thought to share with you this little family flu (and not only flu) tragedy, which turned our home in a hospital. Few days ago, on the same morning, my mum and sister woke up realizing that something was wrong: one had a fever, the other couldn’t move her neck completely. The funny thing…