*updated July 30, 2017*
The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse
When I was growing up in the States, I spent my weeks as a city slicker and my weekends as a country girl.
My grandparents had more than 80 acres of lush farmland with paddocks full of horses, so quite often I would head to “the farm” on Friday after school and return back to the city on Sunday evening.
Those were the days…
The years rolled by, I graduated high school, the farm was sold, I went off to college, and gone were the days of frog hunting in the pond and riding horses around the arena.
In middle school, I remember that one of my teachers asked us to write a letter to ourselves that she would save until our high school graduation day. When I read it, I remembered writing out my vison of being a ranch owner with a heard of horses and plenty of acres to farm and roam.
Boy was I wrong!
Life may not have turned out the way my 13-year-old self imagined, yet I still ended up having the best of both worlds here in Italy just like I did growing up.
Friuli and Veneto allow me to be the town mouse during the week and the country mouse on the weekends.
No wonder I find myself so content here in this part of Italy.