Very exciting times indeed.
AND I get to see my husband again. Oh. My. Goodness. This has been the longest 3 weeks of my life without him here to help with his children.
It's been exhausting. Possibly the hardest thing I've ever done. Even over giving birth. That says a lot.
But my solo mission is nearly over and I am SO READY for company! And someone else to change all the million trillion pooey nappies that are produced. Sheesh.
Last weekend was possibly one of the best weekends of my life. My best friend flew from London for two days and we spent our whole time at the beach, eating gelato, drinking wine and speaking in English. Heaven. A wonderful lifestyle and she reminded me many-a-time that this was why we are living in Italy. While England was being consumed by rain and flooding we were basking in the sunshine.
She spoilt the boys with gifts galore, stocked up the cupboards with food, including baking soda and baking powder from the UK - at my request.
The worst part of the weekend was saying goodbye - I'm terrible at goodbye's. But fortunately the distance isn't too great between the UK and Italy, and distance will never be an issue in our friendship.
Doesn't stop me missing her terribly though...
I am slowly starting to feel like a local around the village. Recognising people all the time, stopping to have a chat. A major development is that I'm actually starting to understand what people are saying to me and am holding (nearly) intelligent conversations!
I have met my first proper friend who lives in the village and has two children - a boy 5, and a girl 4. Perfect ages for Luca and Beni.
She is learning English and I'm learning Italian so there is a lot of learning that goes on in our conversations. This has been great and she has been a real God-send with her relaxed personality and parenting style - much like how I want to be.
The doorbell often rings and it is her with some fresh produce from her garden - asparagus, fennel, lettuce and even some eggs. Amazing! So sweet of her huh?
Luca and Beni are doing well at responding to people in Italian. They are constantly being given sweets from the people in the bakery store. Everyone is very patient with these blonde-haired fireballs who run through the streets of the village, who touch all the produce at the grocery store, who terrorise the man in the toy store (who seems to hate children touching toys in his shop...weird), and who run away from their mamma all.the.bloody.time. leaving her very frazzled indeed. Big Ups to all the single mothers out there. It's hard work.
But there is a period of respite for me - this time tomorrow my husband, sister, mum and dad would have landed in Italy! I have been looking forward to tomorrow for a long long time. And tomorrow is finally here. Well, a day away. Only a day awaaaaaaaay.
And now you've got that song stuck in your head I'll sign off.
Addio amici X