Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Arrivederci, Italia

This is a post that up until a few months ago, I never thought I'd write.

I've decided to leave Italy. In a month's time, on the 15th of July, I'll be getting on a plane bound for Cardiff, leaving Milan and my Italian life behind.

As I was approaching my 30th birthday earlier this year, I started to take stock of my life. For the past year or so it feels like my life has been on a constant downhill slope. Little things have been chipped away bit by bit; things that used to make me happy, things that used to make me feel that yes, I belonged here too. For a while I tried to ignore it. I've always been a stubborn person, who doesn't give anything up without a fight, so it was difficult for me to accept that it was time to give up. Facebook was full of former classmates and people I went to university with settling down, getting engaged, married, and having children. My two best friends from school were married, my brother was married with a newborn baby, and two of my cousins (one of whom is younger than me) had babies too. I was living alone in a studio flat in the suburbs of Milan, spending evenings marathoning whatever show I was fixated on at the time, getting through mountains (physical and virtual) of books, and drinking too much wine. And I realised, this wasn't where I wanted to be at such a milestone in my life. 

The final straw was the announcement of the date for the Brexit referendum. I still genuinely don't know how it will go next Thursday, but thinking of the worse case scenario - having to wade through the already frustrating Italian bureaucracy (I lost half a day going to a government office to hand in my resignation, and I have a normal full time office job! No word of a lie!) to get permits and visas and who knows what other paperwork - would it be worth it to stay here? My answer was no.

So nearly four months ago I decided that it was time to cut my losses, and start the process of leaving the country. I had to give six months' notice on my flat. Six months! That's the law in Italy, unless your contract states otherwise. So since then I've been living in limbo, waiting for my time here to come to an end. That in itself has been a difficult experience.

I moved out here when I was 22, three months after I graduated with a degree in Italian Studies. In hindsight I realise I was very unprepared and naive, but also extremely brave as it was a much bigger challenge than I realised at the time. My initial plan was to stay here for a year or two, but I've now been here over seven.

I moved here on my own, and I'm leaving on my own.

I've been trying to think of what to write in this post, how to sum up the years that I've spent in such a ridiculous and beautiful country like Italy, but it's impossible. I've done things that I wouldn't have done otherwise, met some wonderful people, but also been disappointed and had my dreams shattered in ways I couldn't have imagined. You need a lot of love for this country to live here, and I just don't have it anymore.

I'd like to thank everyone I've met on this journey who's treated me with kindness, who never treated me like an outsider, and who made me feel welcome. Unfortunately there have been some people who have treated me with such disrespect that their actions will scar with me forever, but the vast majority of Italians I've known have been wonderful, and I can't let a few bad apples affect the opinion I have of them. I've had the pleasure of meeting people from all over the country, and travelling to so many different places. I would like to thank one person in particular for having the patience others didn't have. I'm sorry I couldn't return it.

I'm planning on writing another blog when I get back to my homecountry, so watch this space. But as for the Welshie in Italy, time is almost up.

Thanks for following my adventures,

Monday, March 7, 2016

Aunty Nerys goes to visit her nephew!

On the 13th of February my brother and sister-in-law welcomed their son (my nephew!) into the world, so obviously I had to go and meet the little one!

The last time I remembered flying from Malpensa airport was in 2010, to Dusseldorf to then go onward by train to Luxemburg. Try as I might I couldn't remember a flight after that, so maybe it really had been nearly six years since I'd flown from a Milanese airport other than Linate - and I'd forgotten just how much of a trek it was!

I live around 10 minutes by car from Linate, so I firstly had to get into Milano Centrale to get the Malpensa Express. With a heavy case and heavy rain, this first part of the journey involved a bus and then a regional train, before even getting on the airport train. All in all it was around an hour and a half door to airport, including a mad dash at Centrale to get the Malpensa Express! I was exhausted by the time I got to the airport!

Two check-in desks which were a little hidden away in a corner (a gtheme that continued with the deserted gate) didn't open until very nearly two hours before the flight was due to depart, and there was quite a queue by that time. I got checked in around 12, which only left me 50 minutes until boarding - so much for my idea of having one of Rossopomodoro's kickass pizzas for lunch!

Waiting for the gate to be announced I had a horrible flashback to nearly a year before, waiting for my delayed flight to Amsterdam at Cardiff airport.

Gate info 12.15
Gate info 12.20
Gate info 12.25
Gate info 12.30

High winds had been forecast for that day, and it had been raining heavily since the early hours of the morning. I started fearing the worst. But at 12.28 (you better believe I was clock watching!) the gate was announced, and with only 22 minutes until boarding I marched straight over.

Gates B18-23 at Malpensa have a strange structure. The actual gates are on the ground floor, with only a few seats, but there's a large waiting room on the first floor. When I got there the room was completely empty, and there was no bar or restaurant to be seen, only a couple of vending machines (poor Malpensa, very poor). My stomach was protesting at the lack of food, but with not enough time to go wandering around looking for something to eat, I decided to sit tight.

Boarding was late (of course, Italy), and there was trouble with the bus that should have taken us to the plane. One of the doors wouldn't shut properly, and much to the exasperation of the passengers the driver kept opening and closing the door to try and get it to shut properly. Open and close. Open and close. Open and close. But there was nothing to be done, so we got off that pus (still in the rain, I might add) to get on another.

The plane was the dinkiest one I'd ever seen! Two rows across of two seats each. It wasn't quite full, and the seat next to mine was empty - result! That meant I could spread out when I had my picnic! I'm very stingy when it comes to buying food on planes or trains (I didn't even buy anything on the TGV when I went to Paris!) but I was just so hungry after not having anything since breakfast, I wolfed down my cheese and pickle sandwich and salt and vinegar crisps in record time!

We were around 20 minutes late arriving in Cardiff, and as I got off the plane I felt a bit lost, as if I had missed a step somewhere in my journey, as the only time I'd ever previously arrived in Cardiff was off a flight from Amsterdam. I was greeted my my mam and my brother, and the first thing I had to do was meet my tiny little nephew! He was sleeping when we arrived at the house, but eventually he woke up and I got lots of baby cuddles!

Monday and Tuesday mostly followed the same wonderfully relaxed pattern - shopping and coffee breaks! - with another visit to my nephew on the Tuesday. On Monday evening me and my mam pretty much collapsed in front of the TV, watching quizzes and interesting shows. I think I watched more TV during the week than I do in about a year in Italy! It was such a refreshing change.

On Wednesday we went to Cardiff for the day. I hasn't been to the capital for the best part of 10 years, but my mam had visited a few times in the years that I'd been in Italy. So many shops! I managed to go to Primark without going too crazy, but I nabbed a few things for spring and a pair of their very comfy jeans. We had some delicious noodles before catching the train back, it was so nice to have something different!

It was snowing Thursday morning! It didn't settle, but after such a mild winter in Milan I couldn't believe I was seeing snow in March! I had a catch-up with my best friend, and met her youngest son, who is very busy little boy! We had lunch at a bowling centre she knew (why wasn't there anything like that around when I was growing up??), some very nice jacket potatoes and a cheeky piece of chocolate cake. I was also very pleased to see an old colleague from my time as a sales assistant in 6th form and university later on in the day. And of course, there was another coffee break!

On Friday we had lunch with one of my aunts at a golf club & spa near her house. The veggie options for me were a bit limited, but I had a delicious carrot and corriander soup, and polished off the chips we had to share between us. We also had another walk around the shops - more chocolate from the pound shop!

Saturday was the quietest day of the week, when we went for a late pub lunch with my brother's family. My little nephew was very quiet during the meal, his big eyes observing his new surroundings.

My alarm was set at 5.30am on Sunday, as my flight was at 9.55am from Cardiff airport. Or was supposed to be at 9.55am, I should say. I walked up the stairs from check-in to see a delay pop up on the screen - 10.50am. I wasn't a fan of Flybe's check-in process, the bag drop was unmanned and you even had to put the tag on your hold luggage yourself! Excessive. Fighting tiredness I had a massive cappuccino which was calling itself small (identity crisis much??) before settling in for the wait, surrounded by a gaggle of kids on a trip. With two flights now scheduled to leave within less than half an hour of each other I'd never seen departures at the small airport so full!

The flight was a nightmare. The gaggle of kids I was so hoping were on the Amsterdam flight were on the Milan one. I was surrounded by what I could only define as privileged boarding school brats. My seat was kicked, pushed, punched, and knocked the whole way. It was chaos. What infuriated me the most were the teachers in the back row of the plane just chilling and not controlling the children. I was ready to slap each one of the spoiled little stronzi upside the head when we landed at Malpensa, an hour late.

A very friendly and intelligent signore kept me company on the Malpensa Express back into Milano Centrale. I was sorry I couldn't contribute more to the conversation, between my exhaustion (aggravated by not having a moment's rest on the plane) and having to pick up my Italian after a week of pretty much only using it to message friends.

After thinking about it for a while during my journey back, I splashed out on a taxi to get me home as soon as possible. The driver was quiet (and rather grumpy) to make a change from all the chatter I'd heard during the day.

Just over nine long hours after leaving my mam's house in Wales I was back in my flat in Milan, ready to go straight to sleep!

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Sunday Classic

On this day 45 years ago, national treasure Raffaella Carrà was in the charts with Ma che musica maestro.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Word of The Week

il formaggio - cheese

Oh yes, the Italians love their formaggio. I didn't eat much of it at before moving to Italy, but my cheesy horizions have widened significally during my time here. I'm having an especially cheesy few weeks, eating more formaggio than normal - at the moment there are four different types in my fridge, which is a record for me! This Asiago is named after the area it was originally produced in (today other areas including parts of Veneto also produce it) - up amongst the mountains of Trentino.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Song of The Week

I'm on a roll! The piemontesi Perturbazione (the band behind one of my favourite Italian songs of all time) are back with the first single to be taken from their eighth studio album Le storie che ci raccontiamo, which is titled Dipende da te ('It depends on you').

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Song of The Week

Daniele Silvestri is back with a solo single, after the Fabi Silvestri Gazzè project (I'm kicking myself for not going to see them live now!). Max Gazzè's La vita com'è has been one of the most popular Italian songs of the last few months, so that means only Niccolò Fabi (my personal favourite of the three) hasn't released any new material since their Padrone della festa album. Silvestri's new single is Quali alibi.

And there's also a bonus track this week! Elisa is back after her 2013 L'anima vola album, which was the first all-Italian album that she had ever released. The first single taken from her new album is in English, and is titled No hero.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Bad Italian Parking - Exhibit 7

My bad Italian parking posts have been on a bit of a break. Time to change that.

I was on my way back to work after lunch when I came across this.

The only thing I could think of was 'WHY???'

The silver car had been partly parked on the crossing for a couple of days (much to my annoyance, obviously), but then the big blue car, driven by someone who'd obviously had too much wine at lunch, decided to join the party.

Please karma, do something.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Sunday Classic

I was very surprised to discover that a children's song was at No.1 in Italy on this day in 1976. It's La tartaruga ('The tortoise') by Bruno Lauzi.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Word of The Week

il sidro - cider

Eataly, I love you. This bottle of delicious cider was on offer at ninty cents, down from 2.40. Ninty cents! Cider's not easy to get hold of in Italy, at least outside specialist shops, so I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the price of it earlier this afternoon. Eataly have a lot of good offers on to celebrate the 9th anniversary of the opening of their first store, and I also got another bottle of beer for a euro which I'm looking forward to trying!

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Song of The Week

I've had a good run (well, in my opinion anyway...) of these recently! Luca Carboni's new single is Bologna è una regola ('Bologna is a rule'). I haven't quite forgiven him for the poor man's version of Robert Palmer's Addicted to Love that was the video for his last single, but this one is a big improvement. It was filmed at night in - yup, you guessed it - his native Bologna.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Sunday Classic

I happened to see the video for this song yesterday, on a new music channel that's popped up on my TV. It's Capelli by Niccolò Fabi. 1997 may not seem that long ago, but it was 19 years ago (eek!) that Niccolò first took part in Sanremo, with this song.

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Word of The Week

gennaio - January

After l'Epifania Christmas is officially over, and capodanno for me already feels like a distant memory. Everyone's back to work (or nearly!), the saldi are underway, and there's a long time to wait until the next bank holiday. It's been a very grey and rainy January day in Milan today, when I saw how dark it was when I woke up my half-plan of going back to the sales for a wander went out the window and I went straight back to bed!

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Song of The Week

I've become very lazy as far as finding new music's concerned. I'd seen Calcutta pop up on my Facebook feed a couple of times, but I'd never actually got round to watching one of the videos. Then a few days ago I heard Cosa mi manchi a fare on the radio, and it was love. The man behind Calcutta is singer-songwriter Edoardo D’Erme from Latina, in Lazio, and the video was shot in the Roman suburb of Torpignattara.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

I saldi - again!

Buon anno a tutti!

Time's running out for Christmas, and a day before it all comes to a close with l'Epifania the sales have started in most of Italy. Yes, on a Tuesday.

I love hitting the first day of sales in Milan, even though it wears me out. I was hoping with the mid-week start that there would be less of a crowd - yes, Christmas isn't over yet, but a lot of the Milanese leave the city for Christmas and New Year's. But was I wrong!

It was looking good when I got off the bus at San Babila. My first stop was H&M's flagship Piazza Duomo store, which meant a walk down Corso Vittorio Emanuele. I don't do all the expensive shops that there are here, not even when the sales are on. I stick to high-street shops, and I had a clear plan. Walking down the street some stores had a small crowd of people outside waiting for them to open at 10, but there weren't many people just walking around, or actually making their way to the shops. I got to H&M just after it opened, and it was all quite calm until I came out of the changing rooms - all of a sudden a massive queue had appeared out of nowhere!

After that it was a walk down though Piazza Duomo and past the tree still lit up and shining, and down to Lush in Via Dante. Lush in the sales is even more amazing than it normally is, with gift sets at half price! I treat myself to one every January, it feels a bit like a Befana present from me to me!

I was also very keen to check out Kiko's sale. I think of Kiko as the equivalent of a sweet shop for women, there are so many pretty shiny colours everywhere. I buy so much from there! Unfortunately the eyeliner I wanted wasn't on sale, but I did get a nail varnish and a CC cream that I'm hoping will help my poor skin.

My favourite purchase of the morning was my gorgeous bag from Accessorize, a pretty little navy and cream satchel-type which I fell in love with on first sight! I also got a set of earrings, and a necklace with a four leaf-clover necklace because I need all the luck I can get recently! And I felt the benefit of having such a rare inital for a woman, as I got a sparkly N keyring for half price.

I ran around everywhere in about two hours, I don't mess about! It may only have been two hours, but I'll be having a long lie down this afternoon!