Homesick
Studying my shopping list you might think me lightly deranged: Maldon sea salt, Colman’s mustard powder, Lapsang Souchong tea, secondhand books, blank index cards - just as well I brought another suitcase. Whilst being reminded of all the things I left behind when I moved to Italy I realise how much of my new life I already take for granted. I’m now too accustomed to silence to cope with the radio, despite my twenty years as a Radio 4 addict and I’ve greeted a couple of startled shop keepers with a cheery “Buon Giorno”. I struggle to sum up what is good about life in Italy for interested friends and acquaintances, trying to put my finger on what it is that makes it work for us all. Meanwhile, back in Mogliano, it’s market day.