“Don’t be so stupid,” said the man in my life when I suggested on impulse that I might blow all my savings on a little place in Italy.
“It’ll be ridiculously complicated.” (It was.)
“You’ll get tired of always staying in the same place.” (I don’t.)
“It’ll be freezing in winter.” (It is.)
“You don’t speak the language.” (I do now.)
So I did blow all my savings on a little flat in the Veneto, and never for one moment have I regretted it. I now spend my life flying to and fro between Newcastle and north east Italy and see things from a whole new perspective: hence this new blog.
Why the Silver Snail? I’ll come to that some time soon.