Moving away is not an easy task, especially when you are , like me, on the verge of something new but are reluctant to take the Big Leap. So the Universe ( or God, or your Guardian Angel, as you prefer) can push you ahead, or give signals. In my case, I assure you that the sign was loud and clear: a broken tub that has flooded my flat and the one under me, at the end of August, when everyone including my plumber is still on holiday ( well my plumber was in Calabria trying to fix his daughter’s affairs as usual, but anyway he was away). So there was nothing we could do other than shutting everything down and going away. I closed everything , gave the cats mineral water to drink, and installed myself in my new/old flat. I have been there for a month, more or less, brought a good part of my dresses, the cats, who were getting more and more nervous, got rid of a part of the stuff I had to, went back to work for the autumn winter term, and spent my last few days at the seaside, which is something I had not done in, say thirthy years or so. As you have perhaps noticed, I am not a sea person. I love water, and my first thought as soon as I see a pool is ” can I swim in it?”, but for some reason , beach life for me is boring beyond relief. But my friend Luisa, who can have her Holidays in September, which is a thing I highly recommend, beause Italy is at its beauty peak in this season, talked me out of staying with her, her longtime companion and her dog in a double bedroom flat she has rented in Castellaro, in a Golf Resort on a peak over Arma di Taggia, in the Flowers Riviera. So we came to the seaside in the morning, and exploring the hills and the villages in the afternoon, and having dinner in , alone, in one of the more turistic spots like Sanremo in the evening, among international People…What is better than two seasoned girlfriends having fun together? And I have forgot her dog…
Ugh, not a pretty sight I am afraid…
One of the most delightful places I remember is Dolceacqua, near the French border, a place so pictouresque that it was painted by Monet. Its medieval streets are so narrow that the sun barely peeks, there is a Renaissance castle, lots of artists have their atelier there. A heaven for flaneurs and art.
Pictures courtesy of Lulù, from top to bottom : the streets in Dolceacqua and the Castle with the medieval bridge as in Monet’s painting; Castellaro by night.