After talking about it for years, we finally did it. We bought a home in Italy.
Actually, it is more of a rock pile than a home right now. But if we can find a way to rearrange all those rocks and add a roof and some landscaping, we will have a home in what is just about the prettiest place I have ever seen.
The Piedmont is, as the name suggests, at the “foot of the mountains,” those mountains being The Alps. It is in the northwestern part of Italy, the area we fell in love with on our honeymoon two years ago. We went there again this fall and confirmed that we love it today just as much. The town of Monforte d’Alba is the perfect Italian hill town, old and cobblestoned, small but with four or five incredible restaurants. The people are wonderfully sweet and gracious with us awkward Americans. And the entire area is focussed on wine and food, as are we! A mile or two outside of town is the tiny hamlet of Roddino, which is where we found our rock pile, surrounded by vineyards, overlooking a valley full of truffles, looking out towards the distant Alps.
Still, we have a gargantuan journey ahead of us. We don’t have the money we need to do what we want, our Italian is still at the learning-to-count-to-100 stage, and we live 5,000 miles away. But we’ve been boring our friends for years with talk about the home we might find in Italy someday, and we finally realized that if we don’t at least try for it now, we never will.
I don’t know where this winding Italian road will take us. Our dream home may turn out to be better as a dream than a reality. But it will certainly be fodder for some good stories along the way.