I lie in bed, listening to the sounds of Alghero (namely the very loud plumbing and the rumble of a mini tourist train crawling past our window). Yesterday I handed in my notice. In three weeks I’m moving to Verona to learn Italian, teach English and write. At home the idea seemed vaguely ridiculous, but here in Italy it makes perfect sense. It’s only for three months after all.
We take to the road again, this time with some idea of where we’re heading. The journey to Bosa is almost as enchanting as the town itself; for an hour we follow a coastal road that carves a line between the cliff and the sea. The town is still. Nestled in the mountains, the only navigable river in Sardinia cuts straight through it. Painted houses stand in line with crumbling buildings, the sky falling through their roofs.
Lunch by the water, a climb up to the town’s castle; the clouds shift and the sun settles into the ocean as we drive back. We find a cove for a quick swim, then home to plates of caprese, bresaola salad and artichoke ravioli. A little more wine.
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Howdy Alice, sounds like a great opportunity. I’m sure you’re going to have fun learning Italian and teaching English. It’s actually quite inspiring. You’ll be missed. Your experiences remind me of the character in the film ‘Eat Pray Love’ played by Julia Roberts. Much like you she played a character who was a writer and who went to Italy to learn the language.
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