After a wonderful 3.5 months in Australia, we arrived back in Italy a few days ago.
Our re-introduction has been surprisingly smooth.
All of my concerns that I’d somehow lost every single Italian word I ever knew evaporated when Stu forced me into town on our first day back.
In no time at all, we were talking to our fresh pasta maker, then to the ladies on the fruit and vegetable stall at the market, then to our bakers and butchers.
The next day we focused on heating and car maintenance which again had us out there talking, first to arrange a pallet of pellets, then to check a strange clunk in the back of the car.
We are now cosied up in our loungeroom, happy in the knowledge that our pellet fire will continue to burn for another few weeks and that our car needs a little attention but isn’t dangerous to drive!