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Well, we have arrived....
It was a long (24 hour) journey from Bermuda to Elba. 2 cats, 2 kids, 10 pieces of luggage and a husband who did a lot of carrying! We left Bermuda on a rainy afternoon after spending 13 consecutive years there (for me 25 years).
The cats were great...only about 10 meows from Bermuda to JFK and in the Chilli's restaurant at the airport, in the taxi transferring to another teminal and from JFK to Pisa, the taxi ride to the port town of Piombino and on the ferry ride across to Elba. I am not sure I can say the same for the kids...Luca, the eldest (5 1/2 years), threw up on landing in Pisa. I was holding it in my hands when the stewardess came with a few paper towls. I told her I would need quite a bit more!
It was the most difficult decision on this road of life for Scott and I thus far. Languages for the children, an opportunity to freelance and most importantly, hopefully, a place we can finally call 'home' is what drove us. Some people call home where family is, others call home where the heart is...thus Elba. Like a dart to a map, we decided on an island an hour by ferry off the coast of Tuscany. We had only been here once before, Scott and I, to check out the schools and get a feel for the place. You get a great feel for somewhere after being there only one week...the food, the pace of life, the conveniences, and most importantly, the people. From our Bermuda home on the western coast of the island to our new rental home also facing west, this time over the distant mountains, the sunsets are bellisima. So far, it feels very right!
It was a long (24 hour) journey from Bermuda to Elba. 2 cats, 2 kids, 10 pieces of luggage and a husband who did a lot of carrying! We left Bermuda on a rainy afternoon after spending 13 consecutive years there (for me 25 years).
The cats were great...only about 10 meows from Bermuda to JFK and in the Chilli's restaurant at the airport, in the taxi transferring to another teminal and from JFK to Pisa, the taxi ride to the port town of Piombino and on the ferry ride across to Elba. I am not sure I can say the same for the kids...Luca, the eldest (5 1/2 years), threw up on landing in Pisa. I was holding it in my hands when the stewardess came with a few paper towls. I told her I would need quite a bit more!
It was the most difficult decision on this road of life for Scott and I thus far. Languages for the children, an opportunity to freelance and most importantly, hopefully, a place we can finally call 'home' is what drove us. Some people call home where family is, others call home where the heart is...thus Elba. Like a dart to a map, we decided on an island an hour by ferry off the coast of Tuscany. We had only been here once before, Scott and I, to check out the schools and get a feel for the place. You get a great feel for somewhere after being there only one week...the food, the pace of life, the conveniences, and most importantly, the people. From our Bermuda home on the western coast of the island to our new rental home also facing west, this time over the distant mountains, the sunsets are bellisima. So far, it feels very right!
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