Am I really here?
Its already almost eight as I type this, but outside the birds are still singing and the sun has yet to set. Its day-light-savings time in Europe, and here in Italy the summer is well and truly underway. I can only pinch myself that I am really in Italy. Last night at around this time I was on the airport in Namibia, with still two stop-overs to go. Our route went like this: Windhoek – Frankfurt – Milan – Rome – Umbria
. Well, the last leg we did by car, with my mother’s lovely friends, Cherrie and Piero, whom she met before Piero retired from Diplomatic work and they moved to his native Italy.
A little Pink House
Cherrie and Piero have handed us the keys to a charming three bedroom house two hundred meters from their own yellow house, which they usually rent out. I can already see myself spending lazy Summer days here, out by the pool, the warm breeze bristling through the olive tree leaves. Oh, yes, if that sounds too much like fiction to you, well, guess again, because the movies don’t lie, my friend, this is Italy! I had to rub my eyes at the sight: rolling hills of green before the soft yellow sun that hugged a horizon lazy with the day, all as seen from the garden I sat in.
Now is the time for food
Yes, Italy is the country best known for its pasta, and with our sundowner’s (the African tradition of drinking alcohol while watching the sun set) already fizzing in my bloodstream, I cannot wait for Cherrie and Piero to take us out on the town, or shall I say, the village. Although it be small, San Terenziano has many a family owned restaurant flavorful and bursting with undiscovered treasures. I cannot wait. I have quietly snuck up stairs to complete this blog, and I know that I have so much else to still write, but its all been so overwhelming that right now the basic needs have taken over and that includes hunger. To the first degree. 
NINA IN EUROPE 