And that's all I can hear.
No London bus engines roaring down the road or planes overhead braking their engines as they prepare for landing at Heathrow Airport.
So much of this spot we have in Italy is about the serenity. And the view.
The life that fills the streets on market day is always a little surprising compared to the normal sleepy pace of daily life here. People on the outskirts of the town make the trip in to get the fresh produce from local farmers and stock up on cheeses, meats and underwear...
Within the first day our blonde-haired blue-eyed boys became a hit with the locals. Especially our 'Rosso' boy. People actually stop in their tracks and exclaim over Max and his golden hair. "Bello bambino!" and more often than not his cheek will get pinched.
He's going to have to learn to love/endure that.
The whole moving house/moving country and flying with three young children thing was a little bit on the stressful side.
Luca and Beni were pretty much out of control at the airport due to tiredness and the general emotional upheaval of their lives they were experiencing.
At one point when we were queuing to get our carry-on luggage scanned Beni - who had already been trying our patience by touching everything he was not supposed to touch - scrambled under the barriers and took off towards the metal detector, head down, legs churning, determined to make it through. While everyone ahead of us in the queue turned to see who this renegade child belonged to I sprinted off after him yelling "This is why you shouldn't have children!"......
I did manage to grab him before he made it through the detector, fortunately the airport staff were very humoured by it all.
This is but one of many little 'episodes' we had en route to Italy. Let's just say I'm not in a hurry to travel again with 3 young boys, 7 suitcases, 2 carseats and a buggy...
Four days in and we are finally starting to feel settled in. The house is starting to feel like a home now, internet is connected, bags are all nearly unpacked.
We are enjoying - really really enjoying - the tastes of Italy. Fruit and veges that are just so super-duper tasty. Wine and beer that is just so super-duper cheap. Cheeses of all varieties that are so readily available and extremely edible. Gelato that is, well, gelato! From the Lord. Seriously.
Those are bruises on their legs (unfortunately), not dirt.
Don't know how or when they got them, but I suppose that's all part of being a boy?
And those orange marks on their arms are because they are spidermen
and that's where they shoot their webs from.
I've never seen Spiderman dressed as a Pirate before...
...first time for everything I guess.
I even branched out and asked our friendly neighbour (in Italian) if she could explain to me the recycling procedure here. Should have got her to write it down cos I don't remember/didn't understand much of what she said... doh.
More adventures are on the way, of that I am sure. We are looking forward to our precious friends coming to spend Easter with us and sharing fun times with them. And sharing our children with them...