So let's get the obvious out of the way first.
I love it here.
I have eaten some of the best food and tasted some of the best wine that I've ever had. And I haven't even tried the really good places yet.
The wine…the wine is amazing. And so much better than my favorite wines at home. I knew it would be, but still. It surprises me every time.
Now on to the stuff we can file under "keeping it real".
Getting here with four kids seven and under was not the most fun part of the adventure. But it was so much better than I thought it would be.
As soon as the doors shut (not exaggerating here) on our first flight of two…Cate barfed all over J. Yep. We knew it was pretty much destined to happen, she's barfy by nature. When she coughs, takes medicine, swallows water in the pool…she's our delicate child. But we did not expect for it to happen so soon!
Luckily we were prepared with changes of clothes. And many barf bags.
And luckily that was it on the hurling front.
Honestly? The girls were troopers. They slept on almost the entire flight from Philadelphia to Venice.
I didn't sleep a wink. Between Lucy rolling off of her seat (twice!) and the Italian man in front of me yelling all night long…I just gave up and watched movies.
We had a lot of baggage. But we have four kids. And we will be spending at least a month or two in this inn on post. And luckily J's orders allowed us a lot of free bags.
shirts from here
Me not sleeping that first night has made the last couple of days a little rough. Not gonna lie. There's some major jet lag going on over here.
And that translates to LOTS of whining and crying from the girls. Which I'm not so great at dealing with when I'm exhausted.
But I'm reminding myself to breathe. And be patient. And I am reminding myself that I'M TIRED IN ITALY!!!! Are you kidding me?
These first few days (weeks??) will be a bit odd. We are staying in the inn on post. Which looks like any other Army post anywhere I've ever been. And we won't have a car until our van gets here from America.
Hence the lack of "Italian" photos. We have walked off post every night for dinner but have yet to make it downtown. I am hoping we will be able to take a taxi tonight.
It's killing me to not be able to really immerse myself in Italy just yet.
Every night when we walk out of the gates I get unnaturally excited. The gelato is delicious. The Italian is spoken at lightning speed all around me like beautiful, animated poetry pouring over me… and I love just listening to it. The pasta is unlike pasta I've ever tasted. I already mentioned the wine…
Everything is older. And more colorful. And new to me.
And I am in love. Even though I've just met this country, I'm in love.
More soon, hopefully…