This trip to Italy is the closest thing I’ve experienced to having a baby.
At first, it started as a strong desire two years ago. An all-consuming dream, really. (Hence, the beginning of this blog, with sporadic postings since August 2013).
Then, nine months ago my idea was conceived. The due date: August 31, 2015. I eagerly began preparing, seeking out the best accommodations and the cutest wardrobe.
Post-trip feels like my baby went straight from womb to college and now I’m an empty nester. All I can do to keep from weeping is stare at old pictures and make my baby’s favorite dishes to eat without him.
Now I understand that anticipation and nostalgia are two sides of the same coin: an unquenchable yearning for the thing desired. Except anticipation feels full and eager, nostalgia feels empty and grasping.
Fortunately, there are many ways to squelch the sting of nostalgia for Italy:
- Ditch the Starbucks in a paper cup and start drinking exclusively espresso in a tiny cup made from a Moka.
- Buy a pizza oven and make pizza with crust so thin you can fold a slice in your hand like a sandwich and eat a whole pizza all by yourself.
- Drink lots of Italian wine. Prosecco. Mostly Prosecco.
- Make pasta by hand like an Italian nonna.
- Plan another trip to Italy.
Yes, seriously on number 5.
Pictures and stories from my recent Italy trip coming up soon…
…and then it’s time to dream again.
La Dolce Vita through from California to Italy. I’m Kelly, an American girl with Italian taste in food & wine. I blog about learning Italian, food & wine pairings, how to find authentic Italian ingredients in the US, and seasonal recipes from scratch.